<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609</id><updated>2011-09-01T23:56:50.585+08:00</updated><category term='room'/><category term='My friends My angels'/><category term='Netherland'/><category term='the untitled'/><category term='Disastrous ski experience'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='KL'/><category term='pet-lover'/><category term='the miserable days in Glasgow'/><category term='CNY in Glasgow'/><category term='Scotland'/><category term='Venice. Triangels. Home'/><category term='Raleigh'/><category term='Switzerland'/><title type='text'>A Pharmacist's Life in Kaybee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-1687537073470524130</id><published>2009-03-09T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:33:32.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead for tooo long...</title><content type='html'>Aw Aw my blog has been dead for..lemmie count--One and the half years? ops plz pardon my pintua-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recalling back of what i have done for the past years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i had fun in my expedition but that was an experience more than words can say here. uploaded the photos in facebook also friendster, so pictures speak way better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sabah, came home for chrismas 2008, with a bf but angmoh so was struggling with the diff culture and the expectation for life so i just cut the crap and was single again from then. That was Feb 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started my job application and interview and got my offer letter and posting letter. That was March 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of April 2008, I started my working life. Was a culture shock at 1st, having to work with almost 90% of malays. As like all of us from chunghwa who rarely at all mix with the malays. I started to pick up my bahasa kelate, their jokes and their way of living. Thats all not too bad anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Work was great. I love my job my job loves me so thats enough of enough i'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here then, almost a year of practice, i am finishing my housemanship soon and a Pegawai Farmacy U41 aka boss-to-be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 5 of my juniors from IMU and Hsien from Univ of nottingham joined me from Mid sept last year. They brought me so much joy, love having sam pat ppls in the hospital everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year 2009 will be a year full of travelling again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just came back from a Guilin, Yang Shuo, Long Ji trip in Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 10-12 ---&gt; Perhentian Island with colleagues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 7-12 -----&gt; Bali Island wth Colleagues again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in sept ---&gt; Kun Ming with mom and the aunties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 20-27 ------&gt; Manado Diving Paradise in Indon with my bro and the dive buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 25 ----&gt; Penang attending  a friend's wedding and hense seeing my best friends. Yaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Year ahead my friends ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-1687537073470524130?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/1687537073470524130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=1687537073470524130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/1687537073470524130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/1687537073470524130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2009/03/dead-for-tooo-long.html' title='Dead for tooo long...'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-8829392496367098460</id><published>2007-09-28T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T18:01:40.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raleigh'/><title type='text'>It's a Jungle thing, you wouldnt understand..;)</title><content type='html'>In less than 3 months of being home, i m leaving again...&lt;br /&gt;To somewhere beyond what i can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest adventure in my life---Raleigh International Autumn 2007 Expedition&lt;br /&gt;A 10 weeks programme starting from 2/10/2007 --------&gt; 10/12/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What you are going to do there Laine?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the summary of the project site that has just revealed not long ago. We will be invloving in the following 3 phases...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;1) Adventure phase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Trekking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assisting local guides to upgrade the trail through the dense vegetation since the jungle very quickly grows back across trails locating in the south western corner of Sabah on the Kalimantan and Sarawak border starting from the small village of Long Pasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All adventure groups will be involved in a SCUBA diving conservation program in Tungku Abdul Rahman Marine Park in partnership with Borneo Divers and Sabah Parks. The team will spend 3 to 4 days doing their PADI Open Water diving qualification followed by 1 to 2 days of an underwater clean up, where they will collect litter and other waste from selected areas of the marine park. During this time they will live on their very own paradise island from where the diving is carried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mt. Kinabalu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventure phase will finish with an opportunity to climb Mt. Kinabalu to watch the sunrise from the top of the highest peak in Southeast Asia. This exhilarating climb passes through five different temperate zones from a dense rainforest to a barren alpine landscape. The mountain is 4096m high and is certainly no walk in the park. It takes approximately 24 hours to climb to the summit and back down with a few hours of sleep in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;2) Environmental phase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Danum Valley – Bridge and Camp Construction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danum Valley Conservation Area provides facilities for research, education and wilderness recreation in one of the Sabah's last strongholds of undisturbed lowland rainforest.&lt;br /&gt;The project group will help complete the construction of a hanging suspension bridge started by a Raleigh team in late 2005. The purpose of the bridge is to increase access into the conservation area for scientists in order that they can carry out further research&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imbak Canyon – Trail &amp;amp; Infrastructure Development&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imbak Canyon is the last remaining untouched and relatively unexplored area of Sabah. Less than 200 people have ever entered this virgin primary jungle area while the last research team discovered a new tree species. The region is home to wildlife including elephants, orangutans and 100’s of rare bird species. Yayasan Sabah (the concessionary) now wants to reserve this area as a natural gene bank to help protect future biodiversity of the whole region and has asked Raleigh International to play a major role in the development of this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In early 2004, a Raleigh International project team wo&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZSxqWi0ugPI/RvHE9_MhPCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/a3T3cVv7Vcw/s1600-h/P8050411.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rked closely with the staff of Yayasan Sabah to plan the location and type of necessary infrastructure needed to protect and allow access to the pristine protected area of Imbak Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next phase of this exciting project is to further expand the infrastructure including finishing the field centre complex, developing the newly recce’d trails into the canyon for researchers and upgrading existing tracks to a waterfall and jungle camp. In addition one of the key priorities identified was the need for a bridge crossing the Imbak River to the entrance of the conservation area.&lt;br /&gt;In the dry season this river can easily be crossed by foot. However, during the rainy season the river often becomes swollen cutting off access to the conservation area. This would be approximately a 200ft span hanging suspension bridge to be constructed from scratch. This bridge will enable scientists to access the canyon for research purposes as well as enabling a gravity feed water system to be fed across the river into the field centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;3) Community phase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kg Ambong, Kota Belud - Gravity Water Feed System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kampung (village) Ambong is situated approximately 90 minutes north of Kota Kinabalu, just short of the small provincial town of Kota Belud. It sits on the untouched coastline to the south west of Kota Belud and is a Muslim village made up predominantly of the Bajua ethnic group.&lt;br /&gt;The Bajua are a very proud group whose history stems from the Philippines, have their own dialect, dances and are renowned for being excellent horsemen and seaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently water is collected by households from rain and stored in tanks. In addition there is a small well on the edge of the village where people collect water for washing – this water is cloudy and ideally not suitable for drinking. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZSxqWi0ugPI/RvEvBfMhO2I/AAAAAAAAATY/seqSQOQTqkE/s1600-h/Ambong+Recce+visit+28+Aug+(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately 3 km away there is an existing water source which feeds a small gravity water system to an outlying household some 2 km from the village itself. It is intended to improve the dam at this source, put in several storage tanks there and run pi&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZSxqWi0ugPI/RvEsJ_MhOvI/AAAAAAAAASg/NbGCvQYQP3g/s1600-h/Ambong+Recce+visit+28+Aug+(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pe into the village. This will require close survey of the surrounding area, avoiding padi fields but ensuring sufficient drop on the pipe to maintain a workable pressure.&lt;br /&gt;The pipes will be laid around the village to pre-selected sites where further storage tanks will be placed for villagers to access the water in times of need. In addition it is proposed to build several bathing/washing tanks for the community to use, rather than the small swamp which is used currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Batu Puteh, Lower Kinabatangan – Eco Lodge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a millennia the indigenous ”Sungai” (River) people of the Lower Kinabatangan River have been living off the rainforest for food, medicine, household commodities and products of trade. This world changed dramatically from the 1960's onwards, with the advent of mechanised extraction of the forest’s timber resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ensuing rapid reduction of traditional forest resources forced many local people into a spiraling trap of dependence on timber as the only remaining viable source of trade.&lt;br /&gt;With the final conversion of large tracts of lowland forests of the Lower Kinabatangan throughout the 1980s into permanent agricultural crops, many local people were then forced to poach timber and other forest products to eek out an existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raleigh International have been working with the community since 2002 in developing this interesting and cutting edge project. The key objectives of the MESCOT Initiative are to develop an alternative path of co-existence&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZSxqWi0ugPI/RvEx5vMhO6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/VbLGRLQtTgw/s1600-h/IMG_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with the remaining rainforest resources and generate a sustainable long-term economic path for income generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mainstay of the eco tourism project is a lodge, now semi finished, which sits on the edge of a large oxbow lake formed by the former course of the river. The group will live in an environmentally sound jungle camp on the edge of this small community, just 10 minutes up river from the main lodge/lake site.&lt;br /&gt;The team will assist local tradesmen with finishing off the lodge, develop trails and bird hides as well as help the local community in its continual battle to rid the lake of Salvinia. In addition there is the opportunity for wildlife cruises along the rich banks of the mighty Kinabatangan river, where monkeys, crocodiles and an assortment of birdlife can be seen at close quarters. This is an exciting project, combining a unique environmental project with interaction from the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------The above is a simplified cut and paste from the official blog for all the news and gossip on the final 2007 expedition in Sabah, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://malaysia-autumn-2007.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://malaysia-autumn-2007.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So meaning, for the rest of the 3 months or so, I am not accesible at all from the world of electrononic communication like phone calls or sms or MSN. I will not have any chance to come online and let alone updating my blog. However, any of you who would like to gimmie moral suppot (i needed them most plzzzzzzz), do drop me a line at the COMMENT area at the official webpage above stating to Ee Laine Lim ( then the staff will send ur regards to me into the jungle) or those who have time can write me a letter and send to the following address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Laine Lim&lt;br /&gt;Raleigh International Autumn Expedition '07,&lt;br /&gt;P.O.Box 14182,&lt;br /&gt;88848 Kota Kinabalu,&lt;br /&gt;Sabah, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou thankyou..Since there isnt any electiricity in there, our night time leisure is just letter-writting. So any of you who wants a letter from jungle please write me ur address here k! I would be very happy to update you abt my life in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-8829392496367098460?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/8829392496367098460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=8829392496367098460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/8829392496367098460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/8829392496367098460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-jungle-thing-you-wouldnt-understand.html' title='It&apos;s a Jungle thing, you wouldnt understand..;)'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-231981402736398057</id><published>2007-09-01T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T18:07:32.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K E L A N T A N</title><content type='html'>I am back!&lt;br /&gt;I am Back!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I AM BACKKKKKK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laine is now in Kelantan!!!&lt;br /&gt;nothing much has been changed, just a a few new unfamiliar building here and there&lt;br /&gt;Home is still as sweet as before.&lt;br /&gt;My princessyroom is finally revived after being dead for more than a year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundraising going well... my volunteer projects drawing closer and closer each day!! Huu-ray!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-231981402736398057?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/231981402736398057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=231981402736398057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/231981402736398057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/231981402736398057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/09/k-e-l-n-t-n.html' title='K E L A N T A N'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-3379893415222356003</id><published>2007-08-13T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T04:34:30.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing them alreaDY!</title><content type='html'>Good true housemates are your most important support when u r living abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We attend classes, we studied, we cooked, we eat, we did house chores, we get drunk, we gossiped, we laughed, we stressed out, we cried, we burned mid-night oil, we sat for the same exam, we traveled, we listened to each other etc etc etc together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the memories that we have, they are beyond words can say...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097909503843698722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rr9prxGxCCI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eYd875dpfj8/s400/IMG_6157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097901184492046354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rr9iHhGxCBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Tl1ISS7alQI/s400/IMG_6391.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097900149404928002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rr9hLRGxCAI/AAAAAAAAAVE/210nKp8VCag/s400/IMG_8012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Action spaks louder than words, hence, I am going to Jia's hometown tmr in Pontian! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls reunite! hua-heeeeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-3379893415222356003?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/3379893415222356003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=3379893415222356003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/3379893415222356003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/3379893415222356003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/08/missing-them-already.html' title='Missing them alreaDY!'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rr9prxGxCCI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eYd875dpfj8/s72-c/IMG_6157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-426336276285165055</id><published>2007-08-10T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:46:51.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Netherland'/><title type='text'>Count your blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the Red Light District.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overlooking at the prostitutes posing so desperately  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the drooling men on the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Witnessing the steamed man stepping into his chosen window and the next minute, the curtain close and ready to action&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so so so ugly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096761441905608690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RrtVhxGxB_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/bpsBl9uXpzc/s400/IMG_5233a+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096760986639075298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RrtVHRGxB-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/KtKvjRh4YIg/s400/IMG_5233a+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched them!!!! :)))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somehow i felt so sorry for them... They were just making their living anyway.  But their living happened to be so so much harder. sighhhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096760647336658898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RrtUzhGxB9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/pyTMxGXcEx0/s400/IMG_5237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant imagine if they stand inside the window instead. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096760286559406018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RrtUehGxB8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/9_CW2DCpwwk/s400/IMG_5239a+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moring also work. geng lerrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096759801228101554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RrtUCRGxB7I/AAAAAAAAAUc/RKKVBtriTlY/s400/IMG_0695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-426336276285165055?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/426336276285165055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=426336276285165055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/426336276285165055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/426336276285165055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/08/count-your-blessing.html' title='Count your blessing'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RrtVhxGxB_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/bpsBl9uXpzc/s72-c/IMG_5233a+(4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-6158215821521553831</id><published>2007-08-08T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:39:55.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the untitled'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>大雨过后的眼泪&lt;br /&gt;挂在充满回忆的橱窗&lt;br /&gt;我却不想忘以往&lt;br /&gt;那些心碎的心创&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记忆是一个行囊&lt;br /&gt;陪伴着我到世界流浪&lt;br /&gt;我让悲伤都装上翅膀&lt;br /&gt;再见了就不能倔强&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;该忘了你对不对&lt;br /&gt;怕自己无法面对&lt;br /&gt;无怨无悔把一切留给纪念&lt;br /&gt;受过折磨的创伤&lt;br /&gt;它会慢慢被岁月一片片填满&lt;br /&gt;渐渐就习惯不再想&lt;br /&gt;忘记曾经最痛的地方&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;该忘了你对不对&lt;br /&gt;我应该坚强面对&lt;br /&gt;学会遗忘不能相爱的挣扎&lt;br /&gt;记忆会为我收藏&lt;br /&gt;那些美丽时光&lt;br /&gt;为爱付出过的力量&lt;br /&gt;带着我去寻找幸福的希望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/IZ1l17IVM5/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/IZ1l17IVM5/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-6158215821521553831?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/6158215821521553831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=6158215821521553831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/6158215821521553831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/6158215821521553831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_4845.html' title=''/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-62885746556563334</id><published>2007-08-08T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:57:37.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>趕羚羊 草枝擺</title><content type='html'>This u-tube was so hot among my batch many months ago..not sure if u guys watched already. I never like &lt;a class="dg" href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=%E5%90%B3%E5%AE%97%E6%86%B2&amp;search_type=tag"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;吳宗憲&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hosted show (sorry no offense to his fans) but this clip is a special case. Funny and hence, I LIKE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jdZWPjWQ_j4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jdZWPjWQ_j4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-62885746556563334?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/62885746556563334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=62885746556563334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/62885746556563334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/62885746556563334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='趕羚羊 草枝擺'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-2215400837740983510</id><published>2007-08-05T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T02:35:53.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My friends My angels'/><title type='text'>Just a little bit more!</title><content type='html'>My buddy said: "A bit more Laine, A bit more kay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! and it indeed helps :) :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks to the little girl too! for what she has done today. was so touched seeing her sms this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are like angels, to me, YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-2215400837740983510?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/2215400837740983510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=2215400837740983510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/2215400837740983510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/2215400837740983510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-little-bit-more.html' title='Just a little bit more!'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-2401057329464982670</id><published>2007-08-03T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T21:49:28.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venice. Triangels. Home'/><title type='text'>I love my triangels!!!</title><content type='html'>Dang-dang! see what i have got from Venice. Those who have watched "Triumpth In the Sky" years ago surely get the idea of what these 2 little things are. In the movie, both the heroins were so crazy abt these small little dolls namely Triangel that they believe to bring them lucks and fate. When i was in Venice during winter, Ade and I wanted to get one already, but being influenced by the movie (as the hero bought it in Rome), so we decided to hunt for them in our next stop-Rome. Manatau we didnt see even the nose of it there dunno why, since the legends say they come from the old ancient Rome, bukan? But luckily this time, i happily got them, with mom's money ofcoz =) so i greedily bought 2. gagaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RrLdVRGxB4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ebs6_WhIuFU/s1600-h/IMG_4219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094377485948225410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RrLdVRGxB4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ebs6_WhIuFU/s400/IMG_4219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Copy-and-paste-ed these info i found about its legends from the net. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Version 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Origin: Italy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Background: In ancient Greek mythology, the little angel Cupid has two arrows, one is gold and one is silver. The gold arrow is used to create fate between two mortals, and the silver arrow is used to destroy fate. However, due to the playful nature of the Cupid, he sent out the silver arrow to destroy fate for fun. The Greek goddess Aphrodite, the goddess of love, does not want any fate/destiny to be destroyed, so she sent out this Triangel, love/fate angel to lead fate to mortals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usage:To protect love and bring good fate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Version 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094378383596390290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RrLeJhGxB5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/ijYrWjFoLDQ/s400/mighthero2-img600x450-pict0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It symbolizes as the Guardian Angel of Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doll's head, hands and foots are made by high quality porcelain while the facial part of the doll is made by hand. The limbs of the doll can be twisted into any direction. Each product is handcrafted with sophisticated design. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story of this doll...&lt;br /&gt;The Triangel originated from a famous Italian allusion. In the times of ancient Rome, there was a kindhearted lady falling in love with a young man who was witched to be indifferent to the lady. The lady was so depressed and sit in front of the window crying day and night. Finally, her love had touched the Gods. They sent the Triangel to the lady which could make the witch appear in front of the young man. The young man realized that his true love was the lady and they had fallen in love again!&lt;br /&gt;Now, in Italy, girls like to place their Triangels in their rooms and let the Triangels bless them. Do you want to have the taste of true love? This Triangel will bless you and your beloved. It is a superb gift to keep or to give as a present to your sweetheart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.............................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? so now that i own them, meaning i will be meeting my Prince Charming in the next minute? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, no doubt i have my serious confession to angels deco but oh well, to actually believe in it.. hmnnn i m not so-oh-cinderella-at-heart and so...bah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another triangel owner-my dear sister, she doesnt believe in it too but.... see what she has done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She put the doll beside her bed (that's fine, legend says put them beside the bed to guide the owner) but since dunno when it dropped under her bed, and she till now didnt even realise!! When i look for hers just now, wah lao eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094381295584216994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RrLgzBGxB6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/xlYyS-4RmQw/s400/IMG_4225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;her so-called "Guardian of Love" cacated!! their limbs were made by Italian Porcelein and its suppose to be fragile! oh my! hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-2401057329464982670?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/2401057329464982670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=2401057329464982670' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/2401057329464982670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/2401057329464982670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-my-triangels.html' title='I love my triangels!!!'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RrLdVRGxB4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ebs6_WhIuFU/s72-c/IMG_4219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-5365817600207960691</id><published>2007-07-26T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T05:12:46.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Switzerland'/><title type='text'>What do u see in the picture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rqe1gBGxBzI/AAAAAAAAATc/QjPXVYHzSWU/s1600-h/IMG_2443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091237465422890802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rqe1gBGxBzI/AAAAAAAAATc/QjPXVYHzSWU/s400/IMG_2443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One dying Lion. Yes. and?&lt;br /&gt;Do u see how the lion was eaten INSIDE a pig's stomach?&lt;br /&gt;look properly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. So this is a monument i took in Lucern. I love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this....&lt;br /&gt;A carveman was hired to carve this lion as a memorial for those army who lost their lifes while they faught for the country. Lion means bravery.&lt;br /&gt;But then, after the lion was completed, the carveman didnt receive that enough amount of money as was promised by the government.&lt;br /&gt;He was too angry so he finished off his final piece of work with the internal meaning that everybody wouldnt notice at the first place then ran away from swiss the next day. CERDIK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-5365817600207960691?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/5365817600207960691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=5365817600207960691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/5365817600207960691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/5365817600207960691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-do-u-see-in-picture.html' title='What do u see in the picture?'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rqe1gBGxBzI/AAAAAAAAATc/QjPXVYHzSWU/s72-c/IMG_2443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-2087791447404738911</id><published>2007-07-25T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:11:59.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet-lover'/><title type='text'>bbit bbit and belle belle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RqZPkRGxBxI/AAAAAAAAATM/9CDQqE4cRWE/s1600-h/IMG_4173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090843913274590994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RqZPkRGxBxI/AAAAAAAAATM/9CDQqE4cRWE/s400/IMG_4173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A new member was welcomed to my home tonight. We have 2 rabbits at home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st one was my sis birthday present from her colleague last year. Until now, i still object the idea of giving out pet as a gift. You can never know how much commitment will the owner-to-be is willing to provide and hey! that's a life, and not just a pencil case or photo frame where u can simply just leave aside. But not to my surprise, since we are all pet lovers so both my bro and sis love this bbit bbit like loving their own son and nephew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd rabbit was found by my bro's friend in his car park. I quite disagree with bringing her back home at 1st but my bro insisted to give bbit bbit a companion. While feeding her, we discovered this HUGGGGE lump in her troat, exactly the same place as our bbit bbit used to have but MMMUCHHHH larger. So the reason y the ex-owner disowned her is pretty clear by now. We were very angry with the ex-owner's attitude. How immoral! I really dont understand y some ppl can be so cruel. It can be done by a simple surgery and it doesnt even cost alot. When they brought bbit bbit to the vet after they 1st discovered the lump, they were told that it was just the accumulation of pus and this phenomena is very normal for rabbit since their pus is sticky thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i knew the sad case, my love was poured upon her tremendously. tee-hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-2087791447404738911?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/2087791447404738911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=2087791447404738911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/2087791447404738911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/2087791447404738911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/07/bbit-bbit-and-belle-belle.html' title='bbit bbit and belle belle'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RqZPkRGxBxI/AAAAAAAAATM/9CDQqE4cRWE/s72-c/IMG_4173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-6304506163485890732</id><published>2007-07-23T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T02:36:41.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotland'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RqOfOxGxBwI/AAAAAAAAATE/OUqkclwgN_w/s1600-h/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090087079907493634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RqOfOxGxBwI/AAAAAAAAATE/OUqkclwgN_w/s400/IMG_0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have seen hundreds of men wearing kilts over my year in scotland, but that was my very first time seeing a baby boy wearing one. Cute neh! He was wearing exacly the same suit, from top to bottom as his handsome father, just a much smaller size. Caught them when we visited a church, where a wedding ceremony was held. On that moment, i wouldnt mind marrying an ang moh anymore, just to produce a kilt-wearing son like him. VERY cute kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the background, all the men wears kilts. But you dont simply see kilts-wearing men on the street, they only wear them on occasion. Mind you, Scottish man will never wear anything under the kilt. Meaning, nothing covers their d'cka! Even when they have to wear it during snowing winter. They would rather turn their tut-tut into ice than wearing any protective warm underwear as to them, kilt not = skirt. They wear kilt, they dont wear skirt. So they dont need any underwear at all!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-6304506163485890732?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/6304506163485890732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=6304506163485890732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/6304506163485890732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/6304506163485890732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-seen-hundreds-of-man-wearing.html' title=''/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RqOfOxGxBwI/AAAAAAAAATE/OUqkclwgN_w/s72-c/IMG_0129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-3720638941590684726</id><published>2007-07-19T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T03:00:47.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><title type='text'>Me beeing home but not really home-sweet-home...</title><content type='html'>I am home! or shall i say.. i am partially home!! Partially in the sense tat, i m stuck in KL now..not home as in darling origin hometown--KB. Stuck in the sense that, No doubt i am back, i cant date or even contact any friends that i miss so dearly much, i have to stuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudy:0( Yes it's so0000000000000000 much fun i tell u! But dont get me wrong, i love my KL home truely, especially when i m finally unite with all my family members again after a whole 14months but then...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i dont feel home-sweet-home now.....I am yet to accomplish something VERY important. I didnt make it to pass all the papers for my final exam. WTF! Of all my student life, i have never fail a VERY important exam before, well, those Ujian Kelas Sejarah or kajian tempatan last time doesnt count rite. So yes, i failed the devil paper namely-Clinical Pharmacology and Prescribing (CPP) together with 9 other peoples in my batch. That made me having not enough credits to get my Master of Pharmacy degree in time. Well, we have another chance for a resit paper on August the 9th. Lucky enough, since it is a written paper, we get to choose to sit for the paper in my univ in UK or my old school-IMU, where our answer script can be couried. So, there goes my plans to stay back in UK, i have to get my air ticket changed and here i come. Bye UK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelled half a Europe with my dear Mom and Sis the whole month. The whether was not good but having to set foot on and lol in the interesting places with my dearie ones seemed so heavenly great!&lt;br /&gt;Will gradually post my photos into my online album in the FaceBook. &lt;a href="mailto:limeelaine@hotmail.com"&gt;limeelaine@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; is my account k. Add me. tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-3720638941590684726?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/3720638941590684726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=3720638941590684726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/3720638941590684726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/3720638941590684726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-beeing-home-but-not-really-home.html' title='Me beeing home but not really home-sweet-home...'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-8375456174658376824</id><published>2007-06-21T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T02:39:51.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the miserable days in Glasgow'/><title type='text'>When One Door Closes, What Do You Do?</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's small and made of plywood, or may it's huge and made of Australian hardwood; but it's still a door that closed, and you feel you're not standing on the side you thought you would be. Now what?Inventor Alexander Graham Bell said, "When one door closes, another one opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kindness we can do for ourselves is have dreams or goals, aim for them, move toward them, but remain flexible. Some things turn out just as we hoped. Some turn out better than we imagined; and others go in a direction opposite of where our target was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone who is miserable. Years back, she envisioned her target. Over time, she's attempted to sneak up on it, even dropped hints. Sometimes she took aim, fired, and missed. Were she to be scored on determination and tenacity, her number would be quite high; but she forgot to remember her target was in a field shared by others and influenced by life. She forgot to be flexible. So fixated on her "door," when another opened that offered the best outcome, she couldn't see it for what it was and not only slammed the door, but cemented it shut.Maybe each of us has done something similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her story is an example of someone who doesn't simply have a goal or dream, but an agenda. People with goals or dreams, keep their eyes open for others and resources that help make it happen, and they modify or adjust as needed. Those with an agenda, manipulate and get angry when things don't go their way. If the door they focus on closes, they fail to notice they're standing in a room full of doors where equal or better outcomes await them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paraphrase a quote by author, Lauren Frances: Any rejection is your protection.Rejection does tie in here. Whenever we face a major life change, it's feasible we might feel life, itself, rejected us and our desired outcome. Ultimately, rejection happens in only one place: Within ourselves. Depending on what the closed door represents, has all to do with feelings or emotions we may have to heal or deal with. At some point, we should recognize that the door is closed, perhaps even locked. When we acknowledge this, we can give ourselves permission to make a slow circle and notice the other doors. For some of us, the only way we ever walk through the "right" door is if the one we latched ourselves to slams in our face.Next time a door closes for you, plywood or hardwood, take the time you need to experience what you feel. Allow yourself to look for what can be learned or state that even if you can't see it now, there surely is something you can gain from your experience. Then, take a couple of calming breaths, draw your shoulders back, stand up straight, and look around until you see the door you'll walk through next. Go ahead. Take that first step. Your life is waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By Joyce Shafer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see ppl! I m still in the northern part of the world writing this post, been miserable for quite some time over some "unforseen circumstances". And tat's explained my long lost. This article is so for me~! Since Glasgow has no room for me anymore, I m going home, YEAH I AM GOING HOME!! 12th July!! Call me out ppl!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....guess i can see the shadow of my new door, but it;s still not yet certain. so i would rather keep it in suspense. hehe. Till i m writing again, see u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-8375456174658376824?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/8375456174658376824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=8375456174658376824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/8375456174658376824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/8375456174658376824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-one-door-closes-what-do-you-do.html' title='When One Door Closes, What Do You Do?'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-7769259249135483905</id><published>2007-04-30T07:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T07:42:12.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gluck auf, you s*cka</title><content type='html'>My friend Stephanie once said: " How pathetic it is to stay at the same place, dream the same dreams and yet, not actually going anywhere"&lt;br /&gt;Sounds sad but true isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;Love this song!!! especially when i am all stress out for the fcking final~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hMrY8jysdg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Break Free&lt;br /&gt;Written by John Deacon.Sung by Freddie Mercury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free from your lies&lt;br /&gt;You're so self satisfied&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;I've got to break free&lt;br /&gt;God knows, God knows I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love for the first time&lt;br /&gt;And this time I know it's for real&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love, yeah&lt;br /&gt;God knows, God knows I've fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange but it's true&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I can't get over the way you love me like you do&lt;br /&gt;But I have to be sure&lt;br /&gt;When I walk out that door&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to be free, baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to be free&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life still goes on&lt;br /&gt;I can't get used to living without, living without&lt;br /&gt;Living without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live alone, hey&lt;br /&gt;God knows, got to make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I've got to break free&lt;br /&gt;I've got to break free&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I want, I want, I want, I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt;I want to break - yeah eah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-7769259249135483905?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/7769259249135483905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=7769259249135483905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;不是每個人能辦得到...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感謝這期間陪我走過這場風雨的朋友們,&lt;br /&gt;謝謝你們愿意相信我,&lt;br /&gt;沒有你們, 我可已經崩潰了..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一路走了那么多年, 看了這么多, 認識的人也不少,&lt;br /&gt;而這么多年以來, 從小學一年級紅班到中學, 然后各分東西了這么多年,&lt;br /&gt;最真城對待我的好友, 還是她...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055635786392027106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rik59jmmP-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/dwpE1ppxCok/s320/modified.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-4224938226042938176?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/4224938226042938176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=4224938226042938176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/4224938226042938176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/4224938226042938176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_20.html' title='雨過天晴'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rik59jmmP-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/dwpE1ppxCok/s72-c/modified.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-2367214641882549830</id><published>2007-04-19T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T11:41:33.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahlaine Stephanie was borned!</title><content type='html'>Remember i have a look-alike-friend from Philiphines few months ago?&lt;br /&gt;She has got a new borned niece who looked-alike her when she was a baby then, they have decided to name the little baby as Ahlaine Stephanie! haha!&lt;br /&gt;I was OVERTHEMOON! imagine a baby in a far far land named after you and how u will be remembered in a family whom you have not even met!&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was just soooo soooooooooo great it's indescribable~&lt;br /&gt;But after Sia and Jia gone through this mail, both of them laughed so hard at the Ahhhhhhh, they said i should tell her my real name becoz Ahlaine sounds horrible. hmnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-2367214641882549830?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/2367214641882549830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=2367214641882549830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/2367214641882549830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/2367214641882549830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/04/ahlaine-stephanie-was-borned.html' title='Ahlaine Stephanie was borned!'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-8603665730575776194</id><published>2007-04-17T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T05:27:46.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>春天</title><content type='html'>前天LIBRARY回宿舍的路上看見了一個個含花待放的小葉子, 整個人好興奮! 隔天就帶着我的加能小相機出門, 把它們拍下.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiPjNj3C08I/AAAAAAAAASc/VS7Ne6nouWI/s1600-h/IMG_5899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054133028943745986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiPjNj3C08I/AAAAAAAAASc/VS7Ne6nouWI/s320/IMG_5899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 看着它們, 我深深感受到一股所謂新的開始,新的希望!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiPjGz3C07I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ad0zsUuzJ7Y/s1600-h/IMG_5900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054132912979628978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiPjGz3C07I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ad0zsUuzJ7Y/s320/IMG_5900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;一棵棵正開着葉子的樹們..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054132771245708194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiPi-j3C06I/AAAAAAAAASM/gHwvgcNRDbo/s320/IMG_5904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;終于我明白了, 農歷新年家里布置的桃花是什么意義.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;它代表着春天開始了! 當其他樹的葉子正努力的開着. 桃花樹上節開着滿滿的小桃花! 好美, 好出色!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054133187857535954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiPjWz3C09I/AAAAAAAAASk/xTSJ6qScQQg/s320/IMG_5894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054132556497343378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiPiyD3C05I/AAAAAAAAASE/BfM7NDLUScY/s320/P1030504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054132393288586114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiPioj3C04I/AAAAAAAAAR8/IED5qwtIzeM/s320/P1030514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;喜歡春天, 它讓每個人的心情很快的開心起來!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054132053986169714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiPiUz3C03I/AAAAAAAAAR0/woyM8gUlmUE/s320/P1030571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;在冬天失去的那場愛情, 就讓它遺留在遙遠的布啦各冬天&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我有我美麗的新春天~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054131843532772194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 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href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='春天'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiPjNj3C08I/AAAAAAAAASc/VS7Ne6nouWI/s72-c/IMG_5899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-8759435108515787072</id><published>2007-04-14T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:55:07.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day vs Colourful spring day</title><content type='html'>I had my bad day....Everthing bad came to me all at once. Ah sia said it may becoz it's Friday the 13th. Could it be? i dunno. but Daniel Powter's BAD DAY is my saviour throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting some colorful photos to cheer all of us up! May it be ur Bad day or Good day, let's just make full use of all of our days as we deserved them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring in Cardiff..Cardiff trip was indeed so marvelous because i have the three of u. Simply love the simple life long friendships i have with them. Miss u people larrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053115409457402706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiBFsT3C01I/AAAAAAAAARk/ginVkE68rTo/s320/IMG_0955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiBFcT3C00I/AAAAAAAAARc/qoIrS13nmgM/s1600-h/IMG_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053115134579495746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiBFcT3C00I/AAAAAAAAARc/qoIrS13nmgM/s320/IMG_0931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053114838226752306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiBFLD3C0zI/AAAAAAAAARU/sEs5Zr8za1s/s320/IMG_0952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cardiff University. See how lucky they are to have a Univ like the Hogward Magical School. jealous aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053114554758910754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiBE6j3C0yI/AAAAAAAAARM/TPLdzpnVGmY/s320/IMG_0906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053114305650807570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiBEsD3C0xI/AAAAAAAAARE/hsyuOEodOW8/s320/IMG_0910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Spring in Holland! Ohno its the Kingdom of Netherland! Our tour guide told us that Holland was indeed the old name, is incorrect now as the provinces of North and South Holland in the western Netherlands are only two of the country's twelve provinces (but I love the name Holland more la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053113966348391170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiBEYT3C0wI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vOchFIZQRXA/s320/IMG_5102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053113244793885426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiBDuT3C0vI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VWK_rWJnj4M/s320/P4010118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053113120239833826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiBDnD3C0uI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ixY96fgkRsU/s320/P4010106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053112969915978450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiBDeT3C0tI/AAAAAAAAAQk/AGYxmEb7aIg/s320/P4010084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053112149577224882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiBCuj3C0rI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5ZbMfU84PAk/s320/P4010168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053111720080495266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiBCVj3C0qI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RkmNmqVuFzI/s320/P4010216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053111574051607186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiBCND3C0pI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-UkW3OCiXUI/s320/P4010182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053111355008275074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiBCAT3C0oI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VI8I1dQddm0/s320/P4010181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053109173164888674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiBABT3C0mI/AAAAAAAAAPs/w8x9PEmOBIE/s320/IMG_5178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053108816682603090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiA_sj3C0lI/AAAAAAAAAPk/v1aKHs7SxpQ/s320/IMG_5161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053107317739016770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RiA-VT3C0kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GeEcv0m3Fe0/s320/IMG_5059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess that's all for now. I have many things to share from both my Netherlands and Cardiff and Bath trip just that i have too little time. My final Battle coming up in less than a month time. I had my many first time in the Dam. will post smt whenever i have got the time k. Ciaozz..Meanwhile, Enjoy the song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIcFgl6zf3A" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to gray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're falling to pieces every time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you had a bad day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're taking one down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say you don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you need a blue sky holiday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're taking one down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say you don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oooh.. a holiday..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you could be well oh that strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm not wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(yeah...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh you and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're taking one down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say you don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've seen what you like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had a bad day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-8759435108515787072?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/8759435108515787072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=8759435108515787072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/8759435108515787072'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i need to YELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's Wednessday-4;35am n i m still sqeezing my brain to write my final year research project report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;method done, result done, discussion done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left introduction to edit, aknowlegement and summary and abstract to complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28hours left *my bus to New Castle ---&gt; Thursday 9am. Thankyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i get it done by then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!! I so dont wish to carry the 2 thick thesis to NewCastle n write my report. I WANT to see Angel of the North and New Castle China Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due date on the Friday 5pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plz plz plz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be beautifully done by tmr nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeuinnewcastle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-3615084226272682875?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/3615084226272682875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=3615084226272682875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/3615084226272682875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/3615084226272682875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/03/nan-mo-o-mi-to-fo.html' title='nan mo o mi to fo'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-5234171319730209804</id><published>2007-03-26T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:15:28.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world best drinking game</title><content type='html'>Feeling bored of just drinking and chating and munching on Doritos which dont get u anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Introducing----THE THREE MAN GAME~!&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, all u need, one pair of dice and lots n lots of alcohol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say I am the 1st person who throw the dice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i got 7, the person on my right will have to drink, one sip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i got 8, one sip for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i got 9, the person on my left have to drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i got a double 1, i can pick someone to drink one sip, so as double 2 (2sips) and so on....( i can pick only one person or as many persons as i wish to share the punishment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i got a double 3, aha~! i will be the THREEMAN, so, whonever who throwed one of the dice with number 3, i have to drink one sip, until the next person who got a double 3 and become the next THREEMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep throwing the dice until none of the above is throwed, let's say i got No.1 and another dice No.2, no one have to drink, so it's the next person's turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i keep throwing fruitfully for 5 times in a row, i get to set rules~!&lt;br /&gt;i can set like for example---throughout the game, no one's hand on the table&lt;br /&gt;So, whoever who put the hand on the table, ta-da! DRINK~!&lt;br /&gt;Or, example rules like--- no one can say wo/ni( me/you)  etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the more rules u have, the higher chances of the gamers geting punish,&lt;br /&gt;the more drunk u r, the more subconscious u'll be and the more mistakes u'll make.&lt;br /&gt;and the cycle goes round and round....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Tip no 1 : Dont be too kuai lan, the more kuai lan u r, the more u'll be chosen when the double dice was throwed, like double 6, hmnn&lt;br /&gt;#Tips no 2 : Dont talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of our photos taken last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The THREEMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RgfW4Tdw6UI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4r4alUbz-O0/s1600-h/IMG_4843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046238170278062402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RgfW4Tdw6UI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4r4alUbz-O0/s320/IMG_4843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046238058608912690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RgfWxzdw6TI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rU8ubKaO4Rw/s320/IMG_4848.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046237921169959202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RgfWpzdw6SI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QNcBYYAdzW4/s320/IMG_4851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;yes, i was not ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046238586889890130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RgfXQjdw6VI/AAAAAAAAAOg/yEUJKErbZUE/s320/IMG_4854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046237547507804434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RgfWUDdw6RI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8zSgufkqoks/s320/IMG_4855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jia not ok too. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046236864608004354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RgfVsTdw6QI/AAAAAAAAAN4/dQELxbXrq9E/s320/IMG_4871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-5234171319730209804?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/5234171319730209804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=5234171319730209804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-8957255387505844780</id><published>2007-03-25T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T07:04:32.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont play play when there's SALEs @ Lasenza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RgWuYDdw6PI/AAAAAAAAANw/WRa85jM65G4/s1600-h/IMG_4891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045630685808748786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RgWuYDdw6PI/AAAAAAAAANw/WRa85jM65G4/s320/IMG_4891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RgWtqDdw6OI/AAAAAAAAANo/ij1aiP8LQN4/s1600-h/IMG_4890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045629895534766306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-play-play-when-theres-sales.html' title='Dont play play when there&apos;s SALEs @ Lasenza'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RgWuYDdw6PI/AAAAAAAAANw/WRa85jM65G4/s72-c/IMG_4891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-1762409112291398755</id><published>2007-03-21T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:16:05.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urghHHHH</title><content type='html'>Fcuk my univ, FCUK THE ACETATE PRINTER¬!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presentation in 2hours time and the printer spoiled. wtf timing¬!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-1762409112291398755?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/1762409112291398755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=1762409112291398755' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/1762409112291398755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/1762409112291398755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/03/urghhhhh.html' title='urghHHHH'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-2960228342502211174</id><published>2007-03-10T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T03:41:49.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>亂寫</title><content type='html'>喜歡打工, 賺錢之余, 可以無拘無束的任憑自己的思緒逍遙自在.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;上課時糊思, 會深感內疚&lt;br /&gt;-------&gt;在家里亂想, 會覺得自己在浪費時間&lt;br /&gt;-----------&gt;旅行時太沉醉, 就不能感受周圍&lt;br /&gt;所以, 在高級餐廳羅曼帝克氣氛下陶醉在自己的世界里, 又有錢收, 真是爽~!&lt;br /&gt;不過, 每次看到兩母女一起用餐的情景, 都會很心酸的羨慕他們,&lt;br /&gt;想念在KB跟媽媽去PEK NIAN PEK DE KOPI TIAM吃早餐,&lt;br /&gt;我們的Kopi O gao giam ti 和 Milo peng和roti kahwin, 多年不變.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-2960228342502211174?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/2960228342502211174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=2960228342502211174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/2960228342502211174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/2960228342502211174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='亂寫'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-5880389543468767967</id><published>2007-03-06T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T08:40:39.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>My Castle-stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE CASTLE~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are castle and castles AND castlesssssssss everywhere in the UK and Europe. They used to be just-a-tourist-attractions to me, so as the various churces and cathedrals, i would always go for the sake of go and take pictures for the sake of telling the world - "yes i have been there".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not this time, after i have got the chance to actually &lt;em&gt;sleep&lt;/em&gt; in the castle and understand the whole castle in detail. I am really amazed that the castle still lives and everything in it is still standing in its ordinary place just as how it was originally built, even after a century, and even after the owner after owner rotted in the ground. This is what u can say--eternity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carbisdale Castle, was built between 1905 and 1917 for the Duchess of Sutherland-Mary Caroline Mitchell. It is located on a hill above the Kyle of Sutherland in the region of Sutherland in the Highlands. She was not well liked in the Sutherland family. When the Duke died in 1892 his will, well in favour of the Duchess, was contested by his son and heir as it was always the son of the duke that inherit the duke's property. In a court process that followed, the Duchess was found guilty of destroying documents and was imprisoned for six weeks in London.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually, the Sutherland family came to an agreement giving the Duchess Blair a substantial financial settlement. Furthermore, the family agreed to build a castle for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was obviously not fond of the ruined plan and so, the castle was built as expensive to her maximum for that era. The Duchess employed a firm of Ayrshire builders (the southest part of Scotland, in purpose). It was also cleverly located on a hillside and visible to a large part of Sutherland, especially the main road and rail line which the Sutherland people would have to use to travel south (purposely so as she will never be forgotten).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, she couldnt live long to stay in her castle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colonel Theodore Salvesen, a wealthy Scottish businessman of Norwegian extraction, bought the castle in 1933. He provided the castle as a safe refuge for King Haakon VII of Norway and Crown Prince Olav. During that time the castle was also used to hold important meetings.&lt;br /&gt;King Haakon VII made an agreement at the Carbisdale Conference on June 22, 1941, that the Russian forces, should they enter Norwegian territory, would not stay there after the war. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Colonel died his son, Captain Harold Salvesen, inherited the castle and gave its contents and estate to the Scottish Youth Hostels Association. Carbisdale Castle Youth Hostel opened to members on June 2, 1945 and is still serving this purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The castle is said to have several ghosts. It has been investigated by paranormal experts with varying results. The appearances include a lady in white, fallen soldiers of the Battle of Carbisdale and the sounds of a piper. I did walk around the castle alone at night. And it indeed was eeeeeeeerieeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The portrait of the late duchess- Mary Caroline Mitchell.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038557225369051538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyNGd6ZoZI/AAAAAAAAALg/pJB6ztnLwbE/s320/36.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038593895799824850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Reyuc96ZodI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uDCfB_TLxW0/s400/collage17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038556572534022514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyMgd6ZoXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wj9WNQltlo4/s400/collage16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eclipse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038565295612600738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyUcN6ZoaI/AAAAAAAAALo/AeeBfPH18gE/s320/23a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nice pieces of arts in the castle dating back to the year 1680.. I only tOOk the the angels' pic since i only kno to appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038556452274938210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyMZd6ZoWI/AAAAAAAAALI/OdO6dM96pMc/s400/collage14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There were italian marbles statues dating back to around 1857 all around in the castle as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038556349195723090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyMTd6ZoVI/AAAAAAAAALA/kPvFZ9Oq8f0/s400/collage15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our dining room. The first ever ceiling with electric light bulbs in the whole Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038551491587711282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyH4t6ZoTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/F2IvulH_ZcY/s320/24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Library..with huge collection of books around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038551285429281058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyHst6ZoSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8F9LCnHsoBY/s320/60a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038550782918107394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyHPd6ZoQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/uJ7RZrhXPhY/s320/66a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The big gathering of Strathclyde Univ International students. Abt150 of us in total. Imagine it was built for only one lady but spaceful enough to accomodate such a huge amount of ppl. According to the joyful Jim, our univ's international student officer who brought us there, said that castles were built as big as possible to accomodate the guestsssss for all the big functions and partys which was held in the castle, secondary to the fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The status made the castle extra eerie when u walk around them at the silent night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038593152770482626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Reytxt6ZocI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7O8kQcNnOSw/s320/31.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We had so much fun in the night where we had the session called 'music from all around the world". Students from each countries stood to the front to sing their own country song. We the group of Malaysian students dikirbarat-ed "Rasa Sayang and Lenggang-lenggang kangkung". I was the only Malaysian who still remember the lyrics and how to dikir. Excuse the city folks.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038550177327718610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyGsN6ZoNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qP1I89_FG_0/s320/67.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My all time favorite-Scottish Dance. Also known as Ceileidth. It is more like a social dance with easy steps and stress more on interations between the ppl in the whole dance floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038550027003863234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyGjd6ZoMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NG-eyDQBZ-s/s320/71.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038603843213652018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rey3f-6q8DI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SfQOU-8aVn8/s320/72.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038603972062670914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rey3ne6q8EI/AAAAAAAAAMg/k9kHEmH3qZs/s320/73.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our morning forest walk near the castle &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038549576032297138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyGJN6ZoLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fsjLhMKkQfU/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I met my oge-kampong in the forest of north scotland!! Azman from Tumpat!! &lt;em&gt;You yuan-nyaaa&lt;/em&gt;. He was walking behind us when we mentioned "rabun ayam" in the middle of our mandarind conversation and he was like "hey, where r u ppl from? Malaysia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038549034866417826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyFpt6ZoKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Rr1cQQPwYOw/s320/14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We were among the ones left behind and which took the wrong path. We actually came to the muddy path &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038548729923739794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyFX96ZoJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VOzSHTFtBLc/s320/28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and reach this beautiful cul-de-sac which made the wrong turning and muddy shoes all ever so worth while. We managed to U-turn back to the castle in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038548553830080642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyFNt6ZoII/AAAAAAAAAJY/pzwXgQBtAZ0/s320/37.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sheep farm nearby the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038547905290018898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyEn96ZoFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ONkgFQtE7RQ/s320/IMG_5371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038546672634404914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyDgN6ZoDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-cZDkYagiXw/s320/IMG_4575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cute kan this little round thingy? my &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt; time favorite. hehe&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038546367691726866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyDOd6ZoBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_V9FJKI2ccY/s320/P1030258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038545736331534274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyCpt6Zn8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/mArR46ZFINE/s320/IMG_4470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See how beautiful Highlands is. Ah Ming, Ah Liet and Ade!! U gals MUST come!! So as Miss Moopig! how can i forget u kan? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038545929605062626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyC096Zn-I/AAAAAAAAAII/SWhvdgRZKUc/s320/IMG_4462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038546011209441266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyC5t6Zn_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/khFVNmg-fUk/s320/IMG_4471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038546543785386018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyDYt6ZoCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gBK2mT70AzM/s320/IMG_4608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038545843705716690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyCv96Zn9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/grH8P-iJ8YU/s320/IMG_4469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038545637547286450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyCj96Zn7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/hwN1gzm6Yu4/s320/IMG_4473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We visited the Dunrobin Castle, home of the duke of Sutherland family. But the fame decades ago has now became the roting isolated place. What a pity.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038544465021214626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyBft6Zn6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Boa51rLz6FY/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038544387711803282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyBbN6Zn5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/L6SRNHANMso/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038544117128863602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyBLd6Zn3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CVyisChRb9s/s320/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-5880389543468767967?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/5880389543468767967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=5880389543468767967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/5880389543468767967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/5880389543468767967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-castle-stay.html' title='My Castle-stay'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReyNGd6ZoZI/AAAAAAAAALg/pJB6ztnLwbE/s72-c/36.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-1922428485614222301</id><published>2007-03-01T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T02:54:33.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disastrous ski experience'/><title type='text'>SKI-IIIIIING</title><content type='html'>That idyllc mornin. we took the two and the half hour bus to this Cairngorm Mountain, situated in a tiny lil mountain-lodge town up north Scotland called Aviemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried on our ski suit in the town from top to toe before we depart to the mountain which was abt 14km away. Look at my SUPER DUPER UGLY ski suit. I have imagined myself in a PURE white ski suit, or at least softer colour matching my own light pink ear-muff, fluffy white scarf and pinkish white glove matching the white fluffy snow, just like a princess~!! But look at what i have got. I look just like a toilet cleener with a phuachukang's boot. eeeeeeuu!!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReXBKPUi9SI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_rTxnFN7B-s/s1600-h/IMG_4345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036644139939329314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReXBKPUi9SI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_rTxnFN7B-s/s320/IMG_4345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The weather was so misty. A bad day for ski-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReXA7_Ui9RI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X78tOCXHDEo/s1600-h/IMG_4319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036643895126193426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReXA7_Ui9RI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X78tOCXHDEo/s320/IMG_4319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at Jasmine's suit with the eeyer green with ugly red stripe with pink and white cap. She hated hers as much as i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReXAyPUi9QI/AAAAAAAAAF8/05tPg_2qv5k/s1600-h/IMG_4314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036643727622468866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReXAyPUi9QI/AAAAAAAAAF8/05tPg_2qv5k/s320/IMG_4314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have got a few hour lesson by an instructor who taught us some basic technique like how to position our leg and slow down and stop and change direction and stuff. It was so boring n i hardly concentrate on his scottish essence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we were free to try out by our own. I partner with Jasmine. We helped each other while one of us try to ski but we were both so chicken-hearted. We were so afraid to end up rollin down the hill so we did nothing but kept screaming and laughing all the way. Unlike the angmohs who ski-ed so gracefully. "Like a duck in ski salopettes~!!" ha Ha! that was how descriptive-full of Jasmine. But yeah i did feel the same way too. It's becoz of our pathetic short legs lorrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My disastrous ski partner in crime fell down and her leg was stuck, i insisted to take this picture before rescuing her. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036643573003646194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReXApPUi9PI/AAAAAAAAAF0/A172Ou-I4TY/s320/IMG_4324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Just posing ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036643306715673826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReXAZvUi9OI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4kfJQmg5wWY/s320/IMG_4350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In the end, we just gave up and throw away our ski equip. We start throwing snow balls to the others who were busy trying and falling and trying and failing. Ofcoz both of us got back kao-lat-kao-lat ones when they too gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend-wen wei who tried Snow-boarding which was so coooooooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReXANvUi9NI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nmRxEMloeE4/s1600-h/IMG_4339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036643100557243602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReXANvUi9NI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nmRxEMloeE4/s320/IMG_4339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I enjoyed rowling on the snow bed while the snow falls on me. I felt like being in the fairy tale..HoHo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036642976003192002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReXAGfUi9MI/AAAAAAAAAFc/l-XlQeCuUpE/s320/IMG_4328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A group picture before we head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036642756959859890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReW_5vUi9LI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oYZ986EO1Fc/s320/P2247293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I blamed the misty weather and short skiing time for hardly ski. I'll surely master how to ski gracefully with ALL my heart like no one watching one day. U shall wait n see. hmnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036642675355481250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReW_0_Ui9KI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kKPt7UeVxJw/s320/IMG_4361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-1922428485614222301?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/1922428485614222301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=1922428485614222301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/1922428485614222301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/1922428485614222301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/02/ski-iiiiiing.html' title='SKI-IIIIIING'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/ReXBKPUi9SI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_rTxnFN7B-s/s72-c/IMG_4345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-1197077550421917908</id><published>2007-02-24T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T07:58:41.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNY in Glasgow'/><title type='text'>GONG HEYY FATT CHOYY~!!</title><content type='html'>haha i know.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda VERY late to wish everyone a Happy CNY here.&lt;br /&gt;but it's the sincerity that counts rite.&lt;br /&gt;God knows how the lim-bu's SUPER busy-ness over the weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Life as a final year Pharmacy student. hmnnn....full of lots of exams and datelines after datelines which have made me almost a dead fish now.&lt;br /&gt;But phewwwwwwwww 2 essays summited a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderbeautifully~! Gone was my frgin midnight trains for the time being. bye!bye!bye! hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;One more presentation and a final year research project to go which due another month, final year exam in May then there goes my busy student life, for ever~!&lt;br /&gt;I havent sleep well for quite a few weeks d. Who knows how is it like to work throughhhhhhhhhhhhhh the night. Night till dusk. Yeah pityfullll me. i know i am. 2 mugs of super thick coffee sustained me till 10am today, from dunno N hourssss of work. Overdose caffeine overdose work made up an ugly limeelaine =(&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, i enjoyed the lay back after each uptight tho. guess that's one thing great abt being a student. U have ur busy times but each busy time brings u a super free and easy time. Like i m going for a skiiiiiiiiiiiiiii trip tmr~! Yaaay~!! n that's the reason y i m still here blogging even tho i am tireder than tired now. My time was too inverted these days. i m forcing myself to stay awake so as i can sleep at the "normal" sleeping time tonight, for the sake that i can wake up at the "normal" wake up time tmr. i will be departing Glasgow at 6:30am Sharp ( my usual sleeping time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, enough of my ketidak-habis-habisan. my CNY away from Home and let alone, being surrounded by journals and datas and patient's medical histories and clinical evidencesss obviously not a happening one for me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning our neighbour came to Bai Nian. Actually not really morning d. It was 2pm. But the pigs at home just woke up n were all in our house-coat. i was still lazying in my sarong. Cho-1 wearing sarong. huh, pathetic kan? =)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034870834413164498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rd90WRcr19I/AAAAAAAAAEY/2ZMrBtmost4/s320/CIMG1599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;If ya observant enough, u can even spot some niples there. ekekekeeee. i m not telling u whose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034870731333949378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rd90QRcr18I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Yl7yp76N67M/s320/CIMG1600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034870628254734258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rd90KRcr17I/AAAAAAAAAEI/PVNsjC3zBGA/s320/CIMG1601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For the sake of CNY, well we did dress up a bit for the day n went out to makan tho. Tradition mah. we went for this chinese steamboat buffet opened by the Hong kiss. The food was ok but the environement sucks. Y couldnt these chinese have some brain a bit. CNY eh, put la CNY songs, i can recommed u the very famost and popular M-gals (ahem) or even Long Piao Piao i wouldnt mind, but...they put up depressing chinese songs like "xin tai luan", "ta yi ding hen ai ni"..... Hey CNY day eh! like those ang moh knows what they are singing even if they dont put CNY songs. GggrrRRRR!! Over all, we had our day la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rd9ElRcr16I/AAAAAAAAADk/IJmfbQ7pg_A/s1600-h/IMG_5302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034818315553068962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rd9ElRcr16I/AAAAAAAAADk/IJmfbQ7pg_A/s320/IMG_5302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Was having bad-hair day so i needed my hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034818135164442514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rd9Eaxcr15I/AAAAAAAAADc/q3fbqTdvOjU/s320/IMG_5325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Respecting and greeting the old lady is nth but a tradition of CNY mah rite. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034817890351306626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rd9EMhcr14I/AAAAAAAAADU/I3_xWRehaDo/s320/IMG_5355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And oh yeah~!! G A L A C A S I N O ~!!!! so the place baby~!! chinese peeps are really the gambling ghosts reincarnation i think. Seeing the extend of how my SIAO CHA BOHs who miss home this year CNY dont really missing "home" at all. Especially the one in Sydney who repeatedly self proclaimed that she DESPERATELY misses cong deng again and again on each and every post n blog comments. haha!! And the one in Cardiff who beh liao beh liao kacau to cong online deng with her. blek. want to hit me, come ler come beat me plz . we r milesss away i m not scared ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my casino. The chinese in Glasgow are only like, erm. i shall say, 10% or less of the whole population. But in the casino. fuyo~!! u can see chinese and mandarine and cantonese everywhere around u! tiong kok lang la, singapore teng lang la, hong kong teng lang la, malaysia teng lang la...teng lang and teng lang all over which made up about 80% of the customers. no kidding no kidding. Until the only place in Glasgow who has the knowledge abt our CNY and not to mention, actually celebrating CNY is nowhere else but casino. They had this seafood buffett dinner and it's FREE!! All for the CNY day. See, how big the chinese brought business for them. And for each entrance, we have got the piggie red deco with the word "chai-shen-dao" and a "jin-yuan-bao" biscuit with a paper of casino points inside. Funny rite, the ang moh actually know abt chinse stuff and they actually know abt our pig year. I wonder they did the same thing for Christmas day in casino or not. MMnnn i shall suggest building a China Town Arch infront of the casino one day, since there isnt any China Town in Glasgow, unlike what Tvgirl had in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034817718552614770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rd9EChcr13I/AAAAAAAAADM/ljThzBiF37o/s320/IMG_5372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our strategy for the night-"pang pua liap". We were hopping to confuse the banker to make him burst. Not the eyes btw, and not the testis either. But the cards. We played blackjack. But obliously, my pua-liap was pang wasted. But it was really fun. especially the 2nd banker was very Very VERY handsome~!! not the DavidBeckham-handsome-but-cool type but that kind of innocent and handsome AND cute. He kept seducing us notti faced while pulling out his cards. And that type of smile. yumm yumm~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034817606883465058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rd9D8Bcr12I/AAAAAAAAADE/UHuCPCjCQIk/s320/IMG_5387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Asking myself how do i feel for not being at home for CNY. Well, it did strikes me during the friday night b4 CNY when both my keeko n cici and Ah Hen and sis and Tan Yee and Shin Yee and co (our family friends) all happily packing and departing to the airport together and flying back home without me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking of how my family having reunion dinner but me having bread here was not an easy feeling tho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all in all, it was one of my life time experience that i do cherish. i now know how is it like in the mood of something "mei feng jia jie fei xi qing", the chinese proverb i cant really remember that says, during festive season you miss home MORE...it was frggin true btw. Well, for one year or two i frankly dont mind, but if i have to miss CNY for too many years, no thanks!! No matter how much the air ticket, i DEFINITELY will fly home.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my highlight during the day was, i felt warm that CNY day when i walk home alone, imagining the CNY in KB, from the Pharmacy. There's one shy chinese guy walking passed by me and greeted me Xin Nian Kuai Le but didnt stop by. i greeted him back to his back. he waved without looking back. well, weirdo he was but tat kind of feeling like, ' Oh u r not alone". =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what i have got for my "ang Pow" this year. Two red patches in my hand baked by the oven. I worked a week b4 CNY, as a kiosk attendent in a football stadium. We have to take the pie from the oven and serve. But fun tho, more than half of peeps in my kiosks got attacked too and we ended up having blue-plastered in the end when we were off duty. My wounds were quite bad, especially my hand was somemore swollen. But i dont feel yucky at all since everytime i see it, i remember 65pounds. My salary. so i sabar and in the end it has the shape of 65 to me.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont worry people. it dried up d. Scar? nah, i apply Vitamin E cream and Alloe Vera gel almost 5secondly so it is nicely heal now. yaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034817426494838610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rd9Dxhcr11I/AAAAAAAAAC8/2cjDJcdw29c/s320/IMG_4228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034817220336408386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rd9Dlhcr10I/AAAAAAAAAC0/FMBvOEOl24M/s320/IMG_4224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-1197077550421917908?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/1197077550421917908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=1197077550421917908' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/1197077550421917908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/1197077550421917908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/02/gong-heyy-fatt-choyy.html' title='GONG HEYY FATT CHOYY~!!'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rd90WRcr19I/AAAAAAAAAEY/2ZMrBtmost4/s72-c/CIMG1599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-3430569878926137217</id><published>2007-02-13T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T00:03:36.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>Grabbed this pictures from my dear limeevone's friendster 2minutes ago. U kno, i seemed to have a case of deja-wu when i see them.&lt;em&gt; kecut-hati saya&lt;/em&gt; !!! HAHA. hmnn..will throw away her baju kebaya the 1st thing when i m back home. To ensure that she will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have another chance to wear that in the future to &lt;strong&gt;ANY&lt;/strong&gt; kenduri. She wont need it anyway. &lt;strong&gt;I AM SURE&lt;/strong&gt;! teeeee-heee&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RdHeahcr1zI/AAAAAAAAACk/A6fPAHpKi1A/s1600-h/643639273l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031046805986203442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RdHeahcr1zI/AAAAAAAAACk/A6fPAHpKi1A/s320/643639273l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RdHeUhcr1yI/AAAAAAAAACc/HtFVUdEti2U/s1600-h/893478574l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031046702906988322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RdHeUhcr1yI/AAAAAAAAACc/HtFVUdEti2U/s320/893478574l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-3430569878926137217?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/3430569878926137217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=3430569878926137217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/3430569878926137217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/3430569878926137217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/02/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/RdHeahcr1zI/AAAAAAAAACk/A6fPAHpKi1A/s72-c/643639273l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-1476430897780771706</id><published>2007-02-12T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:52:47.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='room'/><title type='text'>Cam-whoring</title><content type='html'>Honeyliciousyin has her brand new short hair and so do i ^.^ Cut it 3weeks ago but i aint have got the time to blog about over the weeks. so now it grows a bit d. Cam-whored some of this pictures yesterday midnight in my room for u peeps to see. Whoo-Hoo~!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030494988588013330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rc_oihcr1xI/AAAAAAAAABk/VX7Eleh_9lE/s320/IMG_4126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When ur long-spoilt-post-perm-dyed hair or poodle hair ( my bro used to call ) has become increasingly frustrating, hav it a HUGE cut can make u feel EXTREMLY so light! so easy! and so High!!! Everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rc_obBcr1wI/AAAAAAAAABc/goqm0zG1DfI/s1600-h/IMG_4130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030494859738994434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rc_obBcr1wI/AAAAAAAAABc/goqm0zG1DfI/s320/IMG_4130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took like 20shots in one go. Thank God none of my housemates broke into my room that time. All my face look so cacat. I always been very bad in self caption using my drling Canon ixus60. dunno y. but i can take really good one using my handphone btw. hehe (self-praising but really mar =) So my last desperate attemp. chiral image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030494722300040946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rc_oTBcr1vI/AAAAAAAAABU/kKlM6nUAiaY/s320/IMG_4138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After that, i was drawn to taking my warm dearie cards and letters from all of my darlingssss posted across the seas to me over these months. Can u gals recognise anyone of urs? The baby with hat on was my birthday card from Aileen. So ngam-key i have got one pair of aeiou bday cards this year. The cute cow from tvgirl and the handsome goat from Ron. Gong-Xi-Fa-Cai card from QI and the CNY greeting from Aun. etc etc from my bro and sis, mom, Ron's sis from US, cousin from Malvern and not forgetin my dear house mates. I can read and reread and read AGAIN everyday at least once without getting bored. Their greetings and magical words have magically warmed me up in these freezing cold stupid weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030493914846189282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rc_nkBcr1uI/AAAAAAAAABM/pUXXWvo8qmA/s320/IMG_4144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Somemore Christmas card from Qi in Korea, New Year card and letters from my 2nd host sisters in japan, iHola from Ade in Spain and my postcard from my cousin back at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030493790292137682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rc_ncxcr1tI/AAAAAAAAABE/FR-RmO6M-Cw/s320/IMG_4148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My proudest obsession--Angel collections~! Look at my baby among all---the white-lil-angel with the dreamy-innocent eyes.. I was drawn to this lil thing at my very 1st sight. Loving my tinkerbelle musical box and the green handmade christmas egg shell posted all the way from my new found friend i met in Norway from canada too. My current bed time reading-If you could see me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030493450989721250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rc_nJBcr1qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rOzZXokq62c/s320/IMG_4153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My bed and the photos of my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030493274896062098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rc_m-xcr1pI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vtty3JcBg4s/s320/IMG_4155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then only i remembered i did took my new hair cut's pics 2weeks ago mah. I went to this Ceileith (scottish dancing) school party. I brought along my 4 indon friends. The one beside me is Besty. I met her in june when i couldnt find the way to the laundry room. She pointed me the directions and we ended up chatting non stop for abt half hour. We did exchanged phone numbers but we never contact each other until recently i sent a happy new year text to her. We yum-char-ed a few times after that. We were re-fated a bit too late since she will be back to indonesia in a week's time. We did promise to visit each other when we r both home but u kno, promises are easy to make than keep. Anyway, MSN can keep the whole world small wouldnt it? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030493137457108610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rc_m2xcr1oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VSt55eI-E3c/s320/IMG_4096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030492832514430562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rc_mlBcr1mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BdB-tW7WGR4/s320/IMG_4087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-1476430897780771706?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/1476430897780771706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=1476430897780771706' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/1476430897780771706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/1476430897780771706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/02/cam-whoring.html' title='Cam-whoring'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NogLcFM3jtc/Rc_oihcr1xI/AAAAAAAAABk/VX7Eleh_9lE/s72-c/IMG_4126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-117089272123417250</id><published>2007-02-08T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T07:58:41.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Febuary, 08</title><content type='html'>There is always some particular day, some particular time or even some particular place for anyone which resembles their someone or something in the past and it reminds u whenever it comes along....&lt;br /&gt;and today... happened to be my dad's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has already been four years.&lt;br /&gt;tho I do still miss him occasionlly.. but sadly to say, over the years, over so many joyful and unjoyful things that has happened in my daily life, his memories is somehow beeing pushed inch by inch day by day to the inner most of me. Therefore I am afraid, very very afraid that one day, when i think of my father, there is just a vague memory left in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no doubt it is very painful to really miss someone who was not here and never will be here, being an opstimistic girl which believe in finding a possitive side in everything, So whenever it comes to the "big-day", i see it as a gift which enables me to replenish the memory of the daddy's little girl. So i will always spare out some time for myself to really look back and miss him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s of the post : I wish how i see my "big day" will somehow influence and make any "big-day" of anyone of you a happier and meningful day rather than a depressing bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-117089272123417250?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/117089272123417250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=117089272123417250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/117089272123417250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/117089272123417250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-febuary-08.html' title='my Febuary, 08'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-117080151711305572</id><published>2007-02-07T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:14:50.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one Blue day</title><content type='html'>Time flies. It's scary how fast each day passes (especially my normal wake up time like 2pm nowdays), and magically turned into months and without me even noticing, it is Febuary already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading Jasmine's blog before this and reminded me that, yea, Valentines day is just around the corner. Thinking back, I have never really celebrate any Valentines day before either. This day has always been just another day for me. How pathetic it sounds but true. Who created this day i wonder. Shall we thank him or her or shall we not? This day, as the love birds with their sweeter than sweetest smiless and roses and presents and fine diningss, along came the pains, as if the work of the devil, for those who have just broken up being more disappointing, those who always been single more miserable and sighhhhh for the long-waiting-true-love not found and also, those who are in long distance relationship even more unendurably misses their partner in that particular day. So what for having this day since everyday already like a valentines day for those who are steamingly-in-love? mnnn...unfair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3am long chat with Ade yesterday night did strikes me the whole day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why go back to kelantan to work la, u r only a 22years old young lady my dear u need exposure and social lifes!!! Go lar Kl or where, dont stay so pitifully in the Malays-monopoly-state wasting ur youth!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself a million times today. Am i making the right choice for my life? I never like KL. The city the hastle the bustle the people and the traffic simply made me fckingly sick!! I have been declaring to everyone that i will be back in KB for at least 4 years while i m attached to the government hospital since i enter IMU. But now...being single and looking, there's this image keep on hunting me the whole today, the image of me in yellow Baju Kebaya and payung and bunga raya or whatever shit in my majlis perkahwinan with the Malay kenduri songs. Geee...NO THANKS GO AWAY! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back home i certainly will and MUST. For my anti-KL sakes and also my mom and granny sakes. But for how many years or is it for permanent, see how it goes lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k k k, have to get back to my rifampicin isonizid pyrazinamide ethambutol streptomysin. They are so interesting i tell u. Like i so care. whatthefuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xams on fri. wish me luck friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s : Nway, thanks to Ade my headless hen, love being so concerned by u. Oh ya and not forgetting Aun for the M-girls VCD! I Got It I GOT IT YAAAY YAAY YAAY!!! help me thank Nelson for the trouble to post.. I have asked Han for the favour to help me buy the ori DVD also, together with Ni-luo-He and Ai Qing Mi Ma. Cant wait to go home n watch with home's TV!! QIIIIIIIIII!!! (can u hear i shout ur name?) ur lovely CNY cards!! love u soooOOO much!!! i sticked it on my room wall d.. thanksss!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-117080151711305572?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/117080151711305572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=117080151711305572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/117080151711305572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/117080151711305572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-blue-day.html' title='one Blue day'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116921092277180606</id><published>2007-01-19T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T01:11:27.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of M-girls</title><content type='html'>Guess what Ron found for me?&lt;br /&gt;M-girls online 2007 CNY songs!!!!!!! HA HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://billy5it.imeem.com/playlist/MFFpYus-/"&gt;http://billy5it.imeem.com/playlist/MFFpYus-/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight itself, I played over 10times already and yet i still havent got bored.&lt;br /&gt;In EXTREMEEEEE CNY mood now.&lt;br /&gt;While bitting his apple, he said over MSN: "nah, now online also can listen d no need ask Aun for the trouble to send u the CD over d lar rite?"&lt;br /&gt;Laine : " need la, i cant watch them dancing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He almost got his apple choked&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was so hiGh listening, another no-taste-housemate-next-room messaged me in my MSN&lt;br /&gt;Jiajiazi: Eh laine, what songs are u listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Laine : Mgirls. Y?&lt;br /&gt;Jiajiazi: &lt;em&gt;No wonder sounds like chicken singing....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, as early as December, i would have already played their album in my living room tiaaaaaaaaaaaap-tiaaaaaaaaaaap malam ( &lt;em&gt;which my darling keeko would rather lock himself alone in his own room&lt;/em&gt;). However, what a bliss that over 10years of training, my mymmu and cici did got influenced by me n whenever they were too free, they would somehow sit down infront of the TV n discuss whether Wang Xue Jing fatter this year or whether Xiao Nie Nie has boobs d this year that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmnnnn....Nevermind the negative commentsss from the surrounding. To me and Aun, they are like super stars!!! (Aun, agree?) They can sing, they can dance and most of all, we actually grew up together. Both of us have been buying their album together ever since they sing milk songs. That kind of familiarity, that kind of passion i dont gets towards Jay Chow or whoever. M- Girls rocks!! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116921092277180606?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116921092277180606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116921092277180606' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116921092277180606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116921092277180606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/01/art-of-m-girls.html' title='The art of M-girls'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116909011898263004</id><published>2007-01-18T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T11:30:13.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>威尼斯</title><content type='html'>很就已前就覺得這個地方的名字很特別, 看了她的圖畫更覺得神奇, 水上城耶! 多么羅曼蒂克! 在加上看了ＣＡＳＡＮＯＶＡ以后, 簡直想嫁來這里算了!! 本人非常討厭道路與汽車. 終覺得沒有汽車的世界會很美...&lt;br /&gt;而在這個地方, 唯一的交通工具--船.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/150510/IMG_2668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;這里并沒有偉大的建筑物, 也沒有奇特的觀光景點, 但她就是有那種讓你的心情完全平靜下來的能力, 好美好美...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/212896/IMG_2871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/64920/IMG_2871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/954763/IMG_2700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/130364/IMG_2700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 水上AMBULANCE..特別吧?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/2348/IMG_2770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/809331/IMG_2770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WATER BUS STATION. WATER BUS 是這里的PUBLIC TRANSPORT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/578022/IMG_2787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/29397/IMG_2787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 橋上的那位先生是我們的AH OOI哥假裝過橋回家. 幻想每天踏出家門就是橋EH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/772230/IMG_2941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/505903/IMG_2941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GONDOLA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/869632/IMG_3022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/851321/IMG_3022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SWEET KAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/506583/IMG_6064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/884559/IMG_6064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;威尼斯廣場&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/41935/IMG_6074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/953618/IMG_6074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;不過, 雖然很喜歡這里, 但是長居的話, 沒有SHOPPING MALL沒有REDBOX沒有CLUB沒有PUB沒有CINEMA. 我不要.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;下一站--羅馬&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116909011898263004?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116909011898263004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116909011898263004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116909011898263004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116909011898263004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_18.html' title='威尼斯'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116889867840955734</id><published>2007-01-16T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T06:26:10.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>歌曲：不准哭</title><content type='html'>歌手：同恩 专辑：不准哭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;ufid=C135F17A4308FBA0"&gt;http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;amp;ufid=C135F17A4308FBA0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我把自己反锁在空荡荡的房屋&lt;br /&gt;感谢你让我想个清楚&lt;br /&gt;因为爱你所以我不做你的包袱&lt;br /&gt;我不需要谁温柔安抚&lt;br /&gt;请放心我很快能恢复&lt;br /&gt;找到一个人陪我漫步&lt;br /&gt;不准哭&lt;br /&gt;我不要装可怜无辜&lt;br /&gt;挡住你的路挡不住你追逐&lt;br /&gt;不准哭&lt;br /&gt;我更应该微笑祝福&lt;br /&gt;祝你找到对的幸福&lt;br /&gt;如果我消失不见&lt;br /&gt;你在乎不在乎别含含糊糊我很在乎&lt;br /&gt;因为爱你所以我选另外一条路&lt;br /&gt;离开是我的最后让步&lt;br /&gt;爱情就到这里结束&lt;br /&gt;我们不得不不得不屈服&lt;br /&gt;只能笑&lt;br /&gt;不准哭&lt;br /&gt;我不要装可怜无辜&lt;br /&gt;挡住你的路挡不住你追逐&lt;br /&gt;不准哭&lt;br /&gt;我学不会微笑祝福&lt;br /&gt;祝你找到祝你找到对的幸福&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116889867840955734?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116889867840955734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116889867840955734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116889867840955734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116889867840955734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='歌曲：不准哭'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116870738298052392</id><published>2007-01-14T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T01:10:11.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro STAR!!</title><content type='html'>We took Euro Star from Florence to Venice, a 3hours ride. It costs each of us 27Euro ( 27x5=RM135 ). Actually there is a local train which cost only 17 Euro and and the timing was far better ( departure time 9am so as we could reach Venice at 12pm while Ming and Hubby reach venice at 11:30pm ) But both of us were just too proud. Since Ade missed ShinKanShen the time we were in Japan so she &lt;em&gt;definitely &lt;/em&gt;( reread: definitely) wouldnt want to miss EuroStar again. So &lt;em&gt;ting-tong! &lt;/em&gt;27 Euro, departure time 10:30am so leelayming have to wait for another 1 and the half hour, God knows in the end the journey was delayed for 1 hour, so tatal waiting time= 2 and the half hours ( pray for Ming to miss my this post or else she will surely be very juak-mai juak me k pretty Ming =) juak Ade will do. read the &lt;em&gt;definitely &lt;/em&gt;above again please =p) &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/392873/IMG_2652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I used to imagine Euro Star wor...such beautiful name, surely very high class inside la.. but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;! i think even the chip-plak Keretapi Tanah Melayu ( KTM ) &lt;em&gt;far&lt;/em&gt; even better. I dont understand why they built the train this way, 4 sits facing each other. A very good idea if the sits were further rather than only like 2cm away to each other that we got to cramp our legs. And hello? this is only limeelaine here with her legs so short n already, she has got to say sorry for 1million times to the Italian opposite her for being accidentally kicked his leg for 1 billion timesssss.. ( nevermind the exageration )&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/862148/IMG_2656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/575587/IMG_2656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/450626/IMG_2659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/736458/IMG_2659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/22431/IMG_2658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/38128/IMG_2658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But as the saying goes...you wont know before you try. At least now i know how Euro Star actually is. happy tho =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116870738298052392?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116870738298052392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116870738298052392' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116870738298052392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116870738298052392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/01/euro-star.html' title='Euro STAR!!'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116855180661230680</id><published>2007-01-12T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T07:58:39.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qi wrote about Tokyo Tower, let me bertanding with her with my Leaning Tower of Pisa, Italy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/460520/Campo_dei_Miracoli-Leaning%20tower,%20Duomo%20and%20Baptistry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/117542/Campo_dei_Miracoli-Leaning%20tower%2C%20Duomo%20and%20Baptistry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Campo dei Miracoli ("Field of Miracles") is a wide, walled area at the heart of the city of Pisa, Tuscany, Italy. it is dominated by four great religious edifices: the Duomo, the Leaning Tower, the Baptistery and the Camposanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although intended to stand vertically, the Leaning Tower of Pisa, or freestanding bell tower, began leaning to the southeast soon after the onset of construction.&lt;br /&gt;The tower first acquired a lean after the third floor was built in 1178, due to a mere three-meter foundation set in weak, unstable subsoil. This means the design was flawed from the beginning. Construction was subsequently halted for almost a century, because the Pisans were almost continually engaged in battles. This allowed time for the underlying soil to settle. Otherwise, the tower would almost certainly have toppled. In 1198, clocks were temporarily installed on the unfinished construction.&lt;br /&gt;In 1272, construction resumed. Another four floors were built at an angle to compensate for the tilt. Construction was halted again in 1284, when the Pisans were defeated in the Battle of Meloria.&lt;br /&gt;The bell-chamber was not finally added until 1372. It was built by Tommaso di Andrea Pisano, who succeeded in harmonizing the Gothic elements of the bell-chamber with the Romanesque style of the tower. There are seven bells, one for each note of the musical major scale. The largest one was installed in 1655.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The height of the tower is 55.86 m (183.27 ft) from the ground on the lowest side and 56.70 m (186.02 ft) on the highest side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bells, taken from the top..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/8745/IMG_2524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and my wonderful ( puke ) travel partner climbing on the steps. The tower has 294 steps. Trust me, it is never so easy to climb, the leaning causes us &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; energy to balance ourself and at the same time, climb.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/702918/IMG_2518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On top of the tower..Me and her height diff is actually not this much. Bear in mind that it's actually leaning, I am standing on the lower side while Ade on the higher. okay? =p&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/491501/IMG_2532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Leaning on MY leaning tower...how wonderful~!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/136024/IMG_2570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Typical fixing-the-tower-pose. Like a must post for everyone who visited her. It is funny tho, u can see many people putting up the hands like this everywhere. Mine was spoilt by the naughty yet funny Americans&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/862533/IMG_2572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We were amazed! really really amzed!! especially Ade. She never imagined it is really leaning till this extend. Plus, not like KL tower where u can see her from far. You cant see her until the minute u reach the ground and when she is just next to u leaning happily. Seeing her made my Italy trip all so worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/459607/IMG_2577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/813550/IMG_2577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/299329/IMG_2584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116855180661230680?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116855180661230680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116855180661230680' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116855180661230680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116855180661230680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/01/qi-wrote-about-tokyo-tower-let-me.html' title='Qi wrote about Tokyo Tower, let me bertanding with her with my Leaning Tower of Pisa, Italy'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116821944383181796</id><published>2007-01-12T05:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T05:44:01.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laine is BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>Got an SOS message in my MSN from Sze Lay few nights ago. Her bf who came over for one month's visit has just gone off the plane. She felt too empty in the room all by herself once again. So as her only old friend here, i went to see her in my pyjamas like a heroin in action. Well apparently she didnt know abt my break up at that time orelse she wouldnt dare asking me for the favor, i suppose..When i told her she was as shock as everyoneelse. The fact that she was also one of them who witness us from friends to gfbf state. She had a pair of sore eyes and the nose of reindeer the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laine :"ｅｈ 小姐, 是你失戀還是我失戀?"&lt;br /&gt;Lay : " 早知道他離開后會是這樣辛苦那干脆不要他來算了!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of it before, if i knew that things like this will happen today, if i were to choose again (well i know this is kinda dramatic but &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; bear with my crap), will i still say yes those years ago? yes, Absolutely YES!!! If werent him, i wouldnt have tasted what love is. I remembered asking Chin when i was in my secondary years " eh, how do u eat infront of uknowwho when u date?" She said " Normal lah, u feel really easy and natural one. " I asked again ;" eh then when u kiss leh, do u breath?" I used to wonder too much over little details like that. I used to have this plan to have only nuggets during my imaginary date ( haha i bet those who knew me better in secondary years heard this for &lt;em&gt;N&lt;/em&gt; times ). In order to look more classy and pretty. But NO!, i ate food like sha-ho-fan and double cheese burger with lots of ketchup and yet felt so easy in front of him. You just feel at home when u r together. If werent him, i will still be wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to normal d ( really really!!) Think &lt;strong&gt;through&lt;/strong&gt; and see &lt;strong&gt;through &lt;/strong&gt;d ( absolutely!!!), as if a switch is flicked somewhere in my body. I bear in mind, a friend once told me " When u r down to nothing, God is up to something." I believe this break-up is for the better. For him as well as me. I will move one step see one step. No doubt, deep down in my heart i still wish my grand master plan to come through in many years time, marrying him, have my children bearing the surname of Yin and to stay in Penang for-eva ( haha paiseh i love Penang too muchie!!!! ). But I know, if we were meant for each other nothing will do us apart sometime in the future.If we were not, at least I truefully loved him for the past years n i have no regrets. He said i m his Mrs Right at the wrong timing. I m happy enough tho =) I wont be waiting for him and (well i will try to), and move on with my life while he is busy finding for the real himself and strive for his future. Since our youth is eventually runs out ( i m 22 years old this year OH MY GOD) and what being important is to spend every seconds mins hours days weeks months years and decades the best they possibly could or i will regret when i get old. Who knows if my Prince Charming is on his way riding on his horse to rescue me in no time. *wink Wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's good to have someone to witness ur life and to share ur problems and happiness. but SO WHAT?! Like Qi said " Single rocks!" When u r attached, u r just blinded. Well maybe not everyone but i certainly was blind. I used to no-eye-see any other guys around me. But now i notice i do care. Like yesterday, a guy friend of mine said i look like Paris Hilton. (haha u gals who is readin this especially my headless-hen dont puke k=) tho i think he is either 1) blind 2) just kidding 3) try to be sweet and bla bla bla...i did feel happy u know. even tho i only recall Paris Hilton in the part where her head was chopped off in the movie House of Wax. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kla...kesimpulannya..I am pretty okay dee. Tho it is too fast to be true, i can say to the whole world..I AM OVER IT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116821944383181796?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116821944383181796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116821944383181796' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116821944383181796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116821944383181796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/01/laine-is-back.html' title='Laine is BACK!!!'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116804229909803344</id><published>2007-01-06T05:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T10:23:28.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not-so-good start of the year</title><content type='html'>Cant believe it is 2007 now! 2006 passed just like that. I hate brand new year. It is rather depressing. Thinking back what u have done for the past year. Well 2006 is quite a year for me. Many ups n downs but yet i enjoyed most of it. Gained a lot, seen many things and tasted what it is to be away from home. But i lost the love of my life. We didnt able to walk through 2007. Yes we broke up. In Christmas, at Prague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask me how i feel right now. m not alright at the moment. He left me this morning. I tot i m strong enough. I didnt cry seeing him walk out of my door. Even for the past week. We had our great time together, just like close friends normally do. Or maybe a lil bit more than close friends. As sometimes i did still grab his arms and hug him a lil without caring what he never fail to say " ei? excuse me excuse me". I NEVER fail to reply "shut up la i m charging my battery". And yes, this time is for real. We both clear that it is better to let go now than later. Our future is too vague we can see nothing. No doubt it is very painful. Especially when u got to wake up in the dark ( i officially woke up at 5pm today when the day-light saving in UK made the sky all dark like 12am in Malaysia ) and feel like u r missing something and u know that something not right. It then takes a while to remember what it is...then u remember, then the loneliness made u feel so scared and unsafe. Then u decide to go to bath but the soft cry in the shower made u almost suffocated. WHY do i have to go through this. I was told a zillionth times "what seems tragic now wont even be an issue in a few years' time". I remember i did say the same thing to Qi before n she answered " Laine, this is never so easy" and Yes, now i understand what she is talking about. How i wish i can wake up in the morning and it is already "a-few-years-time". Nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry abt me. Just give me a few more days n i will get better. Crying sighning and moaning so not me. I am not heart-broken tho, i just need to get used to being single. Aim for something. Aim for what you want and the years will all make sense. Yes i will. The whole house went out for dinner tonight with someother batchmates. I insisted to stay at home since my mood wasnt that stable that time. Kate cooked me dinner and i ate with her. I have cried too hard i was too hungry and i ate like a hungry dog. She said "Good that u can still eat." haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our great New Year's eve in Alicia's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/474219/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/83396/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/853192/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/971735/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/80751/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/442212/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/80751/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/487263/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/531217/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/487263/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/487263/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/51620/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/881340/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/195122/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/51620/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/51620/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/320/97150/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is never easy to take a decent photo when the naughty ones are around.&lt;br /&gt;Photos taken by Derrick(white shirt guy nearest to the door), he was holding the camera remote control that's y.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, i love candid photos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116804229909803344?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116804229909803344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116804229909803344' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116804229909803344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116804229909803344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-so-good-start-of-year.html' title='Not-so-good start of the year'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116619210110411176</id><published>2006-12-15T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T22:15:01.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON H O L I D A Y!!</title><content type='html'>15 Dec : Glasgow-Pisa. my travel partner-&gt;Ade the stupid moron (happily leavin her boots behind in glasgow for me, she planned to wear boots with 3 inches high for backpacking, so smart)&lt;br /&gt;16 Dec : Pisa and Florence&lt;br /&gt;17 Dec : Florence to Venice ( meeting Lay Ming n her hubby )&lt;br /&gt;18 Dec : Venice&lt;br /&gt;19 Dec : Rom ah here i come!!! ( Ming and hubby flying to Milan )&lt;br /&gt;20 Dec : Rom and the Vatican City&lt;br /&gt;21  Dec : Rom to Loughborough. biding goodbye to the moron ( Rom to New Castle )&lt;br /&gt;22 Dec  : Loughborough ( meeting Lau Yang )&lt;br /&gt;23-27 Dec : Prague&lt;br /&gt;28-2 Jan: Loughborough&lt;br /&gt;3 Jan     : Back to Glasgow with Lau yang&lt;br /&gt;5 Jan     : goodbye darling, goodbye beautiful hols! 1st laboratory-&gt;8am =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116619210110411176?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116619210110411176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116619210110411176' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116619210110411176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116619210110411176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-h-o-l-i-d-y.html' title='ON H O L I D A Y!!'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116499961612200840</id><published>2006-12-02T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T03:30:04.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>library FURNITURE</title><content type='html'>Laine is back to being library furniture finally!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years ago.....&lt;br /&gt;Ater class at 1pm, went back home, bathed then straight to the library again.#&lt;br /&gt;I had thiiiiis ummpphhh to the Taylor's college's library everyday in my SAM year. Love the library, love the people, love the atmosphere. love the times lau yang popped in n see how i was doing. love the after-library-dinner-time with Subang Gang where we chatted on the table beh-liao beh-liao for several hours! Miss the uncountable topics even though we met almost everyday everynight so much!! Love the surprises to see him in his car PEE2223 awaiting for me outside Taylor's college at my usual after-library time and fetched me off to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dont get all this in IMU library!!!&lt;br /&gt;that's y i hated that library. very much.&lt;br /&gt;So for the 2 and the half years i was there, i merely stepped into it. Drove home right after lectures everyday. Sometimes even when the class ended at 5pm which was the usual peak jam hour for Bukit-Jalir highway on the way back to my home in Puchong, i would rather stucked in the traffic jam rather than staying back in IMU library. Shutting up the library that says &lt;em&gt;"stay back laine, stay back la, what's the point of rushing back n stuck in the jam?"&lt;/em&gt; well, &lt;em&gt;no means no, bye&lt;/em&gt;! na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok cut the crap. The main point is...i m now in the library.&lt;br /&gt;I have given up studying in my room. Owing to the cold weather plus the stupid day light saving which the sky turns dark at 4pm!!!! siao!!! all this made my bed and comforter so inviting.&lt;br /&gt;So now, i m determined to stay in the library everyday. until 10pm when the library shut. until my 50% final paper coming friday, go to hell u silly bed!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116499961612200840?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116499961612200840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116499961612200840' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116499961612200840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116499961612200840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/12/library-furniture.html' title='library FURNITURE'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116432520269128763</id><published>2006-11-24T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T08:24:36.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st turning point of my life</title><content type='html'>by judging me having so frequent new post lately, u can tell that i aint concentrating well on my research.&lt;br /&gt;i was, and still am -despite the dateline for my introduction is tmr- just wasting time wandering around, friendster kah, blogs kah, all sorts of kay-po infos on yahoo irrelevent to my research la, kitchen la, kate's room kah, prawn's room kah ( well, both of them are not better than me either )...etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;2520words done..480 more to go. one more bullet to complete. well, i left not much actually, when i have the ummnhhhH i can finish off 400 words in 2hours easily. but the point is.. boh umnnnnhhHH lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realised....the picture i posted up in my last post, the one taken in the Grace kindergarden 17 years ago, was during my 1st few months of my entire school life and what now? it's my last SIX months of school life already!!!! After this..i m bidding goodbye to what i have been doing routinely for all these 17 years. Term starts---not too busy workload---hang around with friends or myself---exam reaching---study hard---exam---post exam celebrations---holiday---Term starts--- and the list goes round and round. A big thankyou to my mom and dad to complete my routine cycles and have a promising future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how will my life be after this six months? shall i let my permenent job to tie me up right away? since 1st year of univ I have set my mind to go back USM KB and work for at least 4 years, ( y USM? boh bian la, i have to serve the government for four years wut, even though they didnt subsidize me a single sen pun) well, i seriously dont mind to work in KB actually, i can spend 4 good quality years with my mom and gran at home, which is a bless to me and also them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmnnnn...after this fricking introduction, i will need to decide, to set my mind whether to leave straight away after my grad or to stay back n work while travel Europe, my whereabout or whereabouts if i m not planning to lapor diri kepada bot of farmasi malaysia 2007, to give myself one gap year to do whatever want to do and go wherever i want to go...well $$$$$ wise counts too!! and there's a risk there also actually, for i may forget all my drug knowledge after one year and risk getting the response from my lapor diri interview "&lt;em&gt;Cik Lim Ee Laine, sila ulangi peperlajaran famarsi sekali lagi&lt;/em&gt;" well, my mom will surely kill me! after all the hundredss of thousands $$$ both my parents spent on my edu. butbutbut...i cant imagine me having to work from 8-5 everyday and no more dearest-lo00000000ng-beautiful-yearly hols for the rest of my life!!!! have to wait till my confinement period?? NO WAY man!! (ops..pls pray that ah Yang is not reading this orelse he will surely vomit all his blood out) haihhh....It's a turning point of my life. big decision!! headache hmnnnn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kla...no time d. i gtg...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya..i m planning to shop kao lat kao lat tmr!!!! but hav to wait after i pass up the devil intro la... cant wait cant wait!! hopefully i can get some good stuffs. will be working for 4 hours at night so i am planning to use up all my money earned to pamper myself. Bad habit, havent got the money yet i plan to use all up already...well, this is life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116432520269128763?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116432520269128763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116432520269128763' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116432520269128763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116432520269128763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/11/1st-turning-point-of-my-life.html' title='1st turning point of my life'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116422889973781496</id><published>2006-11-23T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T04:59:21.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y is Friendster thiiiiis seducing everytime when the datelines are near.?..%^^&amp;%$</title><content type='html'>From:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="linkbar" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=7333479"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=7333479"&gt;Jack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date:&lt;br /&gt;localDateTimewithTimezone("11/20/2006 5:06 PM","timetag1","UK");&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 21 November, 2006 9:6 AM&lt;br /&gt;Subject:&lt;br /&gt;wah... almost forgotten u&lt;br /&gt;Message:&lt;br /&gt;hey laine... if u dun update... i dun even know where u r already... how's everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this message in my inbox a couple of days ago from my old classmate--ah keh. we were close during the secondary years but after chung hwa, we seems lost contact. He went to Sunway while i went to Taylor's for our pre-univ. When both our colleges were just a 10mins bus away. We met up for only 1 time man! ( let;s just dont count the terjumpa ones in Sunway pyramid where he went pat thor and i went movies or shoppings with my own friends). Then i went to IMU while he stayed back in Sunway for his degree...Until now! see...he dunno where i m while i not even aware he went to VA already! if not friendster. HAHA &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/527445505l.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/400/527445505l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ordinary place, the ordinary school, the ordinary class-mates, the ordinary me. Good old 17years ago....&lt;br /&gt;Love this photo to the maxxx&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed from Ee Ghee's Friendster. Guess which one is me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116422889973781496?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116422889973781496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116422889973781496' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116422889973781496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116422889973781496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/11/y-is-friendster-thiiiiis-seducing.html' title='Y is Friendster thiiiiis seducing everytime when the datelines are near.?..%^^&amp;%$'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116416433824994894</id><published>2006-11-22T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:03:21.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she is proud but somehow..teasing her is the greatest hobby in my life</title><content type='html'>ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;u la&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;hate u&lt;br /&gt;= L a I n e = says:&lt;br /&gt;want to say what the FUCK say la&lt;br /&gt;= L a I n e = says:&lt;br /&gt;scardy cat&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;wtL&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;ur initial nahh&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;r u glad&lt;br /&gt;= L a I n e = says:&lt;br /&gt;scardy nuh&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;rejoice la&lt;br /&gt;= L a I n e = says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf wtf wtf&lt;br /&gt;= L a I n e = says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;= L a I n e = says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;shut the fuck up&lt;br /&gt;= L a I n e = says:&lt;br /&gt;wytf&lt;br /&gt;= L a I n e = says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;= L a I n e = says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;= L a I n e = says:&lt;br /&gt;oh YES&lt;br /&gt;= L a I n e = says:&lt;br /&gt;u said out&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;r u happy&lt;br /&gt;= L a I n e = says:&lt;br /&gt;will tell goat to tell Jesus&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;u crazy&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;its juz fark&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck is rape in a polite manner&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;having sex&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;make love&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;pls b more mature!&lt;br /&gt;= L a I n e = says:&lt;br /&gt;then u shoud say&lt;br /&gt;= L a I n e = says:&lt;br /&gt;what the MAKE LoVE instead&lt;br /&gt;= L a I n e = says:&lt;br /&gt;or what the HAVING SEX&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;hhhahaha&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;its too longg la&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;u idiot&lt;br /&gt;ade.yh says:&lt;br /&gt;hate u to the maxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116416433824994894?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116416433824994894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116416433824994894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116416433824994894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116416433824994894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/11/she-is-proud-but-somehowteasing-her-is.html' title='she is proud but somehow..teasing her is the greatest hobby in my life'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116405143879523408</id><published>2006-11-21T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T02:09:04.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Friendster</title><content type='html'>I have got one new friend added in my friendster a couple of days ago. so as usual, i will send a message and ask....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; ahLaine wrote:&gt; &gt; &gt; hi..do i knoW ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; -Rofelyn- wrote:&gt; &gt; actually you dont know me...im just browsing users in the friendster and checking of their pictures and then one of them was lay hong its your friend actually i saw you there i let my friends check the profile of lay hong and you..all of them ask me if you are my sister. weird, but relly we have similarities in your pictures. im not that photogenic but even my boyfriend said we look almost the same. Im just happy because for all my life just now i saw one looks the same as me. I let my mom and my dad also look at you..im really sorry about it ha...but really maybe if i have little sister it would be same as you...im so sorry how i wished to have little sister... take care always and i hope God will pave us ways to meet in person.&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; rofelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahLaine wrote:&gt; hi rofelyn! me and my friend have looked through ur friendster's photos and YESSSSSS!! we really look the same!!!!! especially both of our eye, nose and mouth are stick together in the middle. ;) ;)&gt;&gt; btw, how did u link to lay hong's profile and how did u come across my profile when u only saw my photos in lay hong's friendster? sorry to ask so much questions but i am just curious =)&gt;&gt; so u r from philiphine? i m from malaysia&gt;&gt; nice knowing u too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="linkbar" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=6628858"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=6628858"&gt;-Rofelyn-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date:&lt;br /&gt;localDateTimewithTimezone("11/20/2006 5:49 AM","timetag1","UK");&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 20 November, 2006 9:49 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject:&lt;br /&gt;Re: hi&lt;br /&gt;Message:&lt;br /&gt;hi again ahlaine...me also im so curious about you. Hmm...i will tell you everything how i saw lay hong profile...before we log in on friendster, there are members who recently added photos in their profile and i used to open and check profiles and pictures there..then one time i saw the picture of lay hong with a swan made of cloth in her bed and i opened it then as i always do i go to her profile and open pictures then as im browsing it i saw you there! then that was the start im so curious about you...im happy because i saw one sweet girl same as me... you know what i did i opened the friends list of lay hong and tryin to figure out who are you..imagine lay hong has a lot of friends in her friends list whhheeeew! ;-) and then i didnt see you hahahaha hmm... i figure out, that you are her close friend so definitely you will give her testimonials so i checked those in her testimonial list whhheeeew! as usual too much! there i saw you so thats the start i let some of my friend checked your profile and take a look of your pictures im so sorry also ha... you know what, sometimes when im hanging out with my friends they always tell me you really look like ahlaine specially when i let my hair being curly hahahaha you know what one time, im browsing your profile one of teh staff here in the hotel saw your pictures then he is asking if ive been in UK? i told him yes... thats me and you know what he beleives until now hahahahahaanyway i hope you could be my friend..yup i was from philippines..take care always..im happy knowing you really from my &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/993/collage12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/400/879261/collage12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heart;-) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/1600/393457/collage13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1669/400/446882/collage13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116405143879523408?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116405143879523408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116405143879523408' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116405143879523408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116405143879523408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/11/power-of-friendster.html' title='The Power of Friendster'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116342546683278404</id><published>2006-11-13T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:48:45.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>變心</title><content type='html'>本人家里有位姑娘家變心羅!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一幕:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;林伊玲剛放工回家....XYZ難得跑過來迎接.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XYZ : LAINE!!!&lt;br /&gt;L : 做么?&lt;br /&gt;XYZ : 我一整天在家里想他 (A君)!!&lt;br /&gt;L : 蛤? 那你有沒有也想你的男人 (B 君)?&lt;br /&gt;XYZ : 就是沒有才煩惱到半死&lt;br /&gt;( 走過去用手把XYZ的眼睛閉起)&lt;br /&gt;L : OK, 現在想誰?&lt;br /&gt;XYZ: A君&lt;br /&gt;L : OH MY GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;XYZ : 摻了啦, 怎么辦?&lt;br /&gt;L : 分手, 跟A示愛&lt;br /&gt;XYZ : 不能啦, 這樣B會很可憐. B他雖然不.....又沒有.....可是他是對我很好啦!!! A很有......又很......,可是我們又不很熟&lt;br /&gt;L : .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛情嘛, 是不是很煩?&lt;br /&gt;從來沒有想過我有一天會否移情別戀&lt;br /&gt;我不是說我長情, 只是覺得習慣跟一個人相處要費很大功夫, 換來換去, 很浪費力氣.&lt;br /&gt;總之, 愛到不能再愛了才來打算&lt;br /&gt;HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XYZ 小姐, 你去面壁思過吧, 我幫不了你啦!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116342546683278404?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116342546683278404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116342546683278404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116342546683278404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116342546683278404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='變心'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116334787151618251</id><published>2006-11-12T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:14:14.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate's party at home</title><content type='html'>Kate's bday at our home!! I always love when there's party at home. I love the preparation, and i dont mind the busy-ness at all. It's all worth while when i see the guests leave satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy busy busy in the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love dessert. but at home, i never need to make it myself. there's always my mom and bro there to make for me. This time, I MADE THIS ON MY OWN!! all for kate's party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's caramel custard. it looks just-so-so but taste like heaven. no joke. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew our house can fit in so many ppl. 30 eh mai siao siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_4240.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_4240.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_4244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_4244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very HIGHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1827.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1827.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made this all up for this lao yi at home. They say numbers are woman's secret. But this old lady seems so happy with her number sticking on the wall. Yes she is 24years old that day. Dont get her wrong, she is not the failies. She even got 9A1 in SPM and full As in her A-level! it's just that she was too moron to always miss the entry for her univ. so this explain y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: also, her name is really not this 'muddy'. Her actually name is Siew Fen ( not Fong ). hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i sincerely pray that whatever she wished for that night will come true. n i m sure it definitely will. God bless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We love you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116334787151618251?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116334787151618251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116334787151618251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116334787151618251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116334787151618251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/11/kates-party-at-home.html' title='Kate&apos;s party at home'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116334425773450388</id><published>2006-11-12T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T09:54:23.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exclusively for .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMGP3229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMGP3229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116334425773450388?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116334425773450388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116334425773450388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116334425773450388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116334425773450388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/11/exclusively-for.html' title='exclusively for .....'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116293663847291660</id><published>2006-11-08T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T06:24:19.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nottingham Malaysian Games</title><content type='html'>I went to this Malaysian Games in Nottingham. Joined the fellows of Glasgow University Malaysian Society ( GUMS ). Took a 6hour bus from Glas on fri midnight, reached Nott at abt 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u r imagining like those Chung Hwa's sport day. nahHH. man-man-deng la. Even KGCC's tennis tournament also much more "spoting" than this. It was 4degree celcius that day. so everything was indoor. No sunshine which made the whole thing ever so dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, I was ever so well prepared myself with all my imaginary HIs and HELLOs and all the huggies with my imaginary long-lost-old chung hwa-mates or whoever that i m familiar with! I was even imagined to answer to whoever that say i become slimmer kah prettier kah taller kah. duhh...aishehh...dont vomit k. BUTTTTTT aih.... i only met one----Wai Sum. Haha. Not to say that i m not happy to see him la har. Just that seeing only one old friend was so far from my expectation. was it that i think too highly on myself or what i dunno la. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to Wai Sum. He is good. Still the same 1st Aider carrying the box of medicines. But only the status that changed. He is no longer the St.John member u kno. HE IS A 2ND YEAR MEDIC STUDENT la wey mai siao siao. But we didnt hav much time to catch up tho. He was too busy on duty that day. But well, since Nott is just an hour away from Loughborough ( lau yang's place ), we promised to meet up on christmas hols when i m there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i met lau yang as well. I was sincerely happy to meet him. Went to pak thor in Nott city after his badminton match lui. but well, my main purpose of joining the tour was not just to see him la. since all the way from glas by &lt;strong&gt;SIX&lt;/strong&gt; hour of &lt;strong&gt;so-not-comfortable&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;BUS&lt;/strong&gt; then take &lt;strong&gt;THAT NIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BUS &lt;/strong&gt;itself for &lt;strong&gt;another SIX&lt;/strong&gt; hour &lt;strong&gt;BUS&lt;/strong&gt; back home just for pak thor is not practical la. I would rather pay for another 20pound n take the direct flight comfortably from glas for the weekends or something with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. but at least i met our Menteri Pendidikan in person that day. well, overall, besides the disappointment. it was not that bad actually. At least i got to eat Malaysian Food like Nasi Lemak ( 2pound&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; man! ) and at least next time if ppl mention Nott games, i know what it is la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat datang somemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1753.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one playing in the opposite court wearing brown sweater is my goat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1753.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wink wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wai Sum's Univ is so big compared to mine. This photo was taken from the west gate. imagine even the west of the univ is thiiiiiiiiiiiis hugh already. aihh how UNFAIR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116293663847291660?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116293663847291660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116293663847291660' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116293663847291660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116293663847291660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/11/nottingham-malaysian-games.html' title='Nottingham Malaysian Games'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116293358601686332</id><published>2006-11-08T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T05:12:17.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remeber remember November the Fifth</title><content type='html'>Amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;i never been so interested in history b4. I used to think, isnt it stupid? ok, u managed to track back events that happened several hundreds or thousands years ago. &lt;em&gt;SOOO&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;what's the big deal&lt;/strong&gt;? Why do u have to force the darling students to hafal them? Sejarah=Bidoh's Face=Bidoh's irritating lecture=Nightmare for me in my secondary years.&lt;br /&gt;But certainly not this one. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened 400 and 1 years ago, that Guy Fawkes, an English soldier and member of a group of Roman Catholics who attempted to carry out the Gunpowder Plot to assassinate the Protestant King James I (James VI of Scotland) and the members of both houses of the Parliament of England, by blowing up Westminster Palace during the formal opening session of the 1605 Parliament, His activities were detected, however, before the plan's completion. Fawkes and his conspirators were executed for treason and attempted murder. Guy Fawkes' failure is remembered with &lt;a title="Guy Fawkes Night" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guy_Fawkes_Night"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy Fawkes Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (also known as Bonfire Night or Fireworks Night) on November 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there were fireworks all over UK this week. big big small small. To celebrate the failure that saves livessss. Even british colonies like Aus and Nz celebrated this day too. but dunno y Malaysia is not included la. GOOD! that means malaysian students like us need not to study extra chapter in the already so complicating-sejarah book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day itself, there were 45mins fireworks in a park in Glasgow. Ofcoz we went all the way to the crowd ( tho it was freezing cold ). There was even a fun fair in the park. The whole atmosphere was so happening. Not the busy and crazy dressing-uo-crowd like u imagined but u can feel that everyone is so extremely in the great mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was truely inspired. Even so many years after, this thing is still alive, in the ppl's heart. I wonder, will this last forever? hmnnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="internal" title="Effigy of Guy Fawkes, being paraded by the Cliffe Bonfire Society as part of the Bonfire Night rituals in Lewes, Sussex." href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Lewes_Bonfire,_Guy_Fawkes_effigy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="internal" title="Enlarge" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Lewes_Bonfire,_Guy_Fawkes_effigy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116293358601686332?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116293358601686332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116293358601686332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116293358601686332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116293358601686332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/11/remeber-remember-november-fifth.html' title='Remeber remember November the Fifth'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116243319916143226</id><published>2006-11-02T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:33:26.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel^eL in the Halloween party</title><content type='html'>Ever since i was a young girl, i have had a secret wish..&lt;em&gt;I WANT TO BE AN ANGEL&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;from my childhood collections of THE LITTLE TWIN STAR's&lt;br /&gt;from teenage to current favourite TINKERBELLE.&lt;br /&gt;and my nickname during the mIRC days--- Angel^eL&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after so many years..my dream have finally came through&lt;br /&gt;this day, this date and this moment.i did really feel like an angel.&lt;br /&gt;i did try to walk like an angel, pose like an angel, laugh like an angel, talk like an angel eat like an angel ( ops..i suppose angel dont eat but lim ee laine eats a lot!! )&lt;br /&gt;until Sharon said i perasan to the MAX! hmnn..well, i dont care. muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Halloween guys! the night out in the club was super best!&lt;br /&gt;95% of the crowd did dress up. really &lt;em&gt;macam macam adaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the feel where everyone just took off the usual self and be whatever they wish to be and everyone like so close to each other. no boundary, no racist. Just have fun!&lt;br /&gt;so greeeeeeeeaat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-pub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/32.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine the Pixie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil joe and Yi HUi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/53.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/53.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syok sendiri in my dream world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and kate the sexy hiaw nurse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/63.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/63.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/99.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/99.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cry like an angel. hehe ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/101.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/101.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See..time like this, enjoy being the frenchmates kao kao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/111.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/111.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is super so grooooss. yucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/141.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/141.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can u see anyone on my left? i wasnt aware he is even there man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/144.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/144.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our silly school mate. He is dressin as one of our Advance Drug Discovery -prof Sandy Grey. very alike i tell u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/145.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/145.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friendly Ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/153.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/153.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116243319916143226?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116243319916143226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116243319916143226' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116243319916143226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116243319916143226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/11/angelel-in-halloween-party.html' title='Angel^eL in the Halloween party'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116216529191550597</id><published>2006-10-30T06:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T09:45:35.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manchester and Blackpool for the weekend</title><content type='html'>erlo buddies! sorry i forgot abt my blog! Thanks to Ade's message a couple of days ago saying "eh laine, update ur c2pid blog la!" hehehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to manchester and Blackpool over the weekend. They were surely great. Only four of us, took the 3hours train from glasgow and offf we went. We reached the Manchester Picaddily train station at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"now what?" i remember one of us asked.&lt;br /&gt;The reason y- &lt;em&gt;we dont have any map or a guide book&lt;/em&gt;-we only have this..taken from the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( i hope neither my family nor my goat is reading this la )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to a bunch of hongkies who brought us to our pre-booked youth hostel. after abt N times asking us "&lt;em&gt;how dare you gals dont have a proper map?!"&lt;/em&gt; x100000times. well, Not that we were brave. We were just lazy and take things for granted. fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st day- tour around the city. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manchester&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a place i m not so fancy. It is too city. like KL. A very good place to shop and tour around but not a good place to retire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We toured around the &lt;strong&gt;Old Trafford stadium and it's muzeum&lt;/strong&gt;. For ur information for those who is not a football fan like me, Old Trafford=Manchester United stadium=) i just got to know this name the day b4 we depart. when i browsed through the tourist attractions. ekekke..&lt;br /&gt;ya they have won lotz of throphy. ya a huge stadium. ya very red...&lt;br /&gt;For the whole muzeum, i was only busy eyeing on my David Beckham's photos. too bad he already left the club so there were only a few of them=( &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/17.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/17.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo Jia is so dirty while i m so innocent ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/39.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/39.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/13.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and his signature..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/40.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/400/40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Beckham's leg hair-the 2nd photos on top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;seeing that already made me &lt;em&gt;highhhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manchester China Town.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh god. how disappointed i was! I read a lil abt it at home. One of the biggest China Town in Uk kononnya. smaller than KL's Petalling Street nia. well I was imagining that Jackie Chan's Police Story 2 which was taken in Sydney's China Town many years ago la. so huge and happening u see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/58%20China%20Town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/58%20China%20Town.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blackpoo&lt;/span&gt;l.&lt;/strong&gt; A sea side town north-west of England. It was just an hour train ride from Manchester. i loce this place i tell u. i love the people and the slow pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/101.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/101.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black "pool"- or that suppose to mean black sea? well..Redang has nicer sea la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pleasure beach theme park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, on the beach! haha. so basically the ride r facing the sea. it was kinda exciting, like u r falling into the sea any time! There was a roaler coaster which went backwards. so u got lots of surprises on the ride. since u cant see the track at all and u will never know what comes next. haha. very good ride wey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love the outdoor theme park, like i never fail to feel happy when i dine in Mcdonalds. oh man. i m feeling childish myself when i type that. but any&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;way, w&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ho&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/165.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/165.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;car&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;es =) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116216529191550597?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116216529191550597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116216529191550597' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116216529191550597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116216529191550597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/10/manchester-and-blackpool-for-weekend.html' title='Manchester and Blackpool for the weekend'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116092071464978878</id><published>2006-10-15T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T00:03:40.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>習慣或不習慣, 地球依然轉動着...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有時候很矛盾,&lt;br /&gt;情人們是分隔兩地好, 還是一年三白六十五天一天二十四個小時形影不離好?&lt;br /&gt;我討厭分開, 很討厭,&lt;br /&gt;討厭沒有他的電影院,&lt;br /&gt;討厭一個人走在GLASGOW冰冷的夜街看着一對又一對相擁的情人們,&lt;br /&gt;討厭的很多很多, 等等等等說不完,&lt;br /&gt;最討厭沒有他的情人節, 圣誕節, 周年紀念...&lt;br /&gt;為何它們都不是在夏天?&lt;br /&gt;所以我們只能依靠祝賀卡, 郵票和郵差,&lt;br /&gt;幸運時就會當天收到,&lt;br /&gt;不幸時連卡片也被弄丟,&lt;br /&gt;飄揚過海的祝賀語對我來說也只是一張卡片而已..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然而就因為有別離, 才會有期待,&lt;br /&gt;期待着下一次重逢,&lt;br /&gt;喜歡離別勝新婚的那分喜悅,&lt;br /&gt;喜歡重逢時一剎那間對一個人又熟悉又陌生的感覺,&lt;br /&gt;每次相遇時的他都會有點點不同,&lt;br /&gt;二月回家的他頭發半長不短,&lt;br /&gt;五月在英國相遇時的他頭發長了, 在沒有太陽的英國下, 變得跟吸毒者沒兩樣,&lt;br /&gt;十月暑假后回來的他剪了一頭超短發, 暑假時一個人跑到臺灣, 星加破, 又與一團美國黑人參加什么籃球訓練團, 結果又變壯了一點.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們都會很珍惜在一起的時光,&lt;br /&gt;因為下一次再見面又是幾個月后的事了.&lt;br /&gt;分開太久了, 還要多久? 我不懂.&lt;br /&gt;太習慣分開,&lt;br /&gt;而有幸等到不用再分開的那一天,&lt;br /&gt;也許我們又會變得很不習慣..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116092071464978878?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116092071464978878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116092071464978878' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116092071464978878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116092071464978878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_15.html' title='習慣或不習慣, 地球依然轉動着...'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116075437140377751</id><published>2006-10-13T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:46:11.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my day was like roller coaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I AM GOING TO LOVE THE ELEGANT SWAN FOR THE WHOLE LIFE! NO, NEXT NEXT NEXT LIFESSSSSSSSS TOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got her sms yesterday night, asking me to call,&lt;br /&gt;so i put down my lecture notes and pencil and called&lt;br /&gt;and we chated la, from christianity to my december trip,&lt;br /&gt;well, i m joining a group of friends, to italy in Dec.&lt;br /&gt;their trip is kindaa rush, after italy, they r flying to Paris, well, since i have been there so i m not joining, i booked my ticket the next day, which means i will be travelling solo for a day in Rom.&lt;br /&gt;so i asked if she is interested to join my trip, n thanked God that i then on my computer and we checked the Ryanair tickets price.&lt;br /&gt;After her call, i went to my hotmail inbox.&lt;br /&gt;I have got 2 emails from my superviser, one was his reply of my reply to him after he gave us the tips to write a good research project, i wrote "ok thanks sir, i will do my best to write the best introduction plan "&lt;br /&gt;this is his reply yesterday " no, u should be writing ur introduction by now " then the second email was " please send me ur introduction skeleton now as u r late by 2 days "&lt;br /&gt;i was stunned in front of my screen for like 10seconds. wtf, i didnt even touch anything abt my research project at all.&lt;br /&gt;I hell dunno what is it abt&lt;br /&gt;Then, i end up working &lt;em&gt;through&lt;/em&gt; the night yesterday from bits and pieces and passed up just now, an hour ago :p&lt;br /&gt;now i m as tired as an ant .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116075437140377751?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116075437140377751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116075437140377751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116075437140377751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116075437140377751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-day-was-like-roller-coaster.html' title='my day was like roller coaster'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116069812539203194</id><published>2006-10-13T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T08:08:45.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ade Teo n my trip</title><content type='html'>i invited Ade for my trip in december..&lt;br /&gt;may GOD bless me.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116069812539203194?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116069812539203194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116069812539203194' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116069812539203194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116069812539203194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/10/ade-teo-n-my-trip.html' title='Ade Teo n my trip'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-116001101592885504</id><published>2006-10-05T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:00:23.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken necklace- depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1869.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1869.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1854.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1854.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1826.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1826.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god &lt;em&gt;oh my god&lt;/em&gt; OH MY GOD!&lt;br /&gt;anyone who has known me well surely remember my Tiffany necklace with a star fish pendant which i already wore for like..hmnn...four years!!! since December 2002 when my second japz host mother whom i love the most gave it to me as a christmas gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT WAS BROKEN A FEW MINUTES AGO&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;I was so stupid. and i think i still am.&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this....I wore a turtle neck shirt tonight, well, as always, i place it out and just now when i took off my shirt, somemore i was in front of my mirror, i knew it was there but i just lazy to place them back under my shirt before i take my shirt off. so that's how it happened!&lt;br /&gt;I love this necklace so much. there have been many times where i almost lost it but it has somehow come back to me in the end.&lt;br /&gt;ok, it has gone into the dustbin before la, i once placed it into a small plastic bag n then i accidentally throw the plastic away.&lt;br /&gt;There was this time, the most recent one was while i was in stockholm, i took it off and wear it back again after my sauna. i realised i wore it inside out when we were walking down a street, A BUSY STREET, then i just unhooked it n hooked again. i didnt hook it properly so it dropped. After a while, as my habit, i will normally touch it occasionally, thank God i realised it very soon. I went back to the place where i did the unhooking n hooking which was just a few 20 steps away. I found my tiny little necklace layin there waiting for her owner among the people's footsteps. hah. I was so happy at that time i felt like i won a ten million lottery at that time&lt;br /&gt;but this time, i never heard of any silver which is remendable so i m really depreessed now.&lt;br /&gt;anyone! S O S!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to carry lantern tonight, before the devil turtle neck shirt ate my necklace.&lt;br /&gt;hah, where did we get our lanterns? haha..thanks to post malaysia and most importantly, thanks to my brother lo&lt;br /&gt;it was real funny with 9 girls carrying lanterns along the george street, the most city centre of glasgow, with the ang moh kao's curious looks. heheh..well, we gals simply love attentions. heh. we took many pictures tonight but well, i dont have the mood to sort them out n post up here. will do it some time around ya.&lt;br /&gt;nitenite lo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-116001101592885504?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/116001101592885504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=116001101592885504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116001101592885504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/116001101592885504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/10/broken-necklace-depressed.html' title='Broken necklace- depressed'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115989379858443294</id><published>2006-10-04T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:43:18.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My pleasant interview =p</title><content type='html'>Hihi! The liar has just came back from an interview!&lt;br /&gt;I have applied for my week-end job from the Millenium Hotel, a five, or maybe four-stars hotel.&lt;br /&gt;It was ok&lt;br /&gt;But since I had sent too uncountable CVs and filled dozens of applications forms at the hotels and restaurants and bars near-by with all of my past work experience cracked by the too-clever-me until i forgot which is which.&lt;br /&gt;I said i have worked from waitressing to bar tender to kiosk cashiers to promoter but i acutally just worked as a 4 days promoter before in malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;and my past employer's  details were cracked, some i put my brother's or mother's name or even Flora Leong or Venorica something something whichever that occured in my mind that moment&lt;br /&gt;i put my KL home as the employer's address and phone numbers ( without malaysia's code ofcoz).&lt;br /&gt;So akibatnya, during the interview i tot i would be a shit if they ask me these and i answered wrongly since i have totally forgoten which name i put on which.&lt;br /&gt;luckily, i was fine, they didnt ask about it.&lt;br /&gt;please pray for me for good news next week.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115989379858443294?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115989379858443294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115989379858443294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115989379858443294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115989379858443294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-pleasant-interview-p.html' title='My pleasant interview =p'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115966309522463971</id><published>2006-10-01T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T08:38:15.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>今天晚上...</title><content type='html'>一整晚心情很低落..&lt;br /&gt;一連聽了&lt;strong&gt;金莎&lt;/strong&gt;的兩張專輯-不可思議， 空氣, &lt;strong&gt;江美琪&lt;/strong&gt;的歌-塔羅牌戀人， 雙手的溫柔, &lt;strong&gt;林凡&lt;/strong&gt; - 一個人生活, 還有一些&lt;strong&gt;ＳＵＫＩ ＭＩＮＡ&lt;/strong&gt;的&lt;br /&gt;我討厭聽傷心的歌, 聽了后, 心情總是會大大被影響, 他媽的 .&lt;br /&gt;不過它們真的很好聽, 尤其是&lt;strong&gt;ｔｗｉｎｓ&lt;/strong&gt;的我很想愛他.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;離別了三個月, 還有四天就要見到他了, 好緊張!&lt;br /&gt;這次不是最久的一次, 最高記錄是十個月,&lt;br /&gt;但這次卻讓我覺得好象是過了好久好久....&lt;br /&gt;也許是之中發生了太多事了吧,&lt;br /&gt;好多東西需要見面了再說,&lt;br /&gt;風雨過后的彩虹會是什么顏色的呢?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115966309522463971?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115966309522463971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115966309522463971' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115966309522463971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115966309522463971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='今天晚上...'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115948981539680541</id><published>2006-09-29T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T08:30:15.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-term-reopen trip ( last day of holiday )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many years, surprisingly i can still managed to cycle. haha..we went to cycling round an Island North Glasgow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note with my both legs STANGING on the peddle. HAHA. Learn this that day. I tried to let go both of my hands but i almost fell into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/98.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK what i have got here in the san-ka-la island-- My fave TINKERBELLE's MUSICAL BOX! a pressie from me to me for new term. Well, i have to encourage myself to study wut. So i OUGHT to buy it. heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/101.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/101.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all my housemates lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115948981539680541?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115948981539680541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115948981539680541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115948981539680541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115948981539680541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/09/pre-term-reopen-trip-last-day-of.html' title='Pre-term-reopen trip ( last day of holiday )'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115947689728849929</id><published>2006-09-29T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T07:12:03.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Malaysian and my england trip</title><content type='html'>Gosh! I never knew this until today! I have just discovered the &lt;strong&gt;Sabah-ans and sarawak-ians' anti-west-malaysian-ness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the story goes like this. There were me and aH Ling ( a penangnite has got a Sarawakian's bf ), 2 friends of ours from Sarawak and a Johorian. So, while we were walking home, we talked abt Sarawak lo. The sarawakians were all so proud of their birth place, their food ( which Ah Ling tot was just so-so compared to Penang's ). Then Ah Ling curi curi told me that Yes, this is the typical them. And she somemore told me that actually, all of them until today still think that they dont belongs to anybody. They should be an independent state. that they are really anti-west-malaysians. I was like, 'ah? but we r from a single body wut" so she said ' wanna see the prooves?" So she straight away ask the 2 guys. "eh, do u think that sarawak should be independent?" They goes like this &lt;a href="mailto:$@%^#%$#U(*(&amp;%$$"&gt;$@%^#%$#U(*(&amp;amp;%$$&lt;/a&gt;^*. Yes, this was their big reaction! They feel like, they should be independent becoz they have everything! but their everything goes to west Malaysia, leaving them undevelope just like this. I really felt ashame today. Shameful for my country. i did really pity the east malaysian. I knew even if i were them i will feel the same way too. No doubt Kelantan is also a left-out state but Kelantan have never contribute anything to this country by the way, besides issues over issues which are headache-full. I felt shame of the disunited between the east and west. Ah, how horrible. All the best to Ah Ling la, his bf planned to come back to sarawak and work as doctor for good after his 4 years in New Zealand wor.. heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The second part of my Hols I went to my cousin's place-- Malvern, england&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a bravo trip! i experienced the british home style. My cousin has got an english husband mar.. but these were not the original main intention of mine actually. I intended to catch up with my niece. Whom i was very close to last time. Their family used to go back to malaysia every summer. They bought a house just opposite my wakaf bharu home so i was doing the layan-ing with the little niece since i was the smallest at home. But after i left KB, i didnt have the chance to meet them, so over 4 years, my niece became a 16years old teenagers d. So, for the 5days i was at their home, i chatted with her for not more than 10 sentences. U know, teenagers love to act cool mar. But i knew she isnt the proud and anti-asians type la, so i wasnt mad at her after all. Her room's wall somemore still have my photos which i sent to her years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin n her husband treated me really well. I felt like i was having Youth Exchange all over again. With them fetching me from the Birmingham International Airport, With a room specially prepared for me, With warm winter clothes and bedroom slippers and towers awaiting me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1196.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1196.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reservoir, Wales. It was a 2 hour journey to the west of England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Ee Laine Valley!! Ha! Well, to be exact, it is ELAN VALLEY but i m gonna name her my valley anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1197.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1197.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like those in the Mals Seven advert yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1240.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1240.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This corridor looks familiar? It is the Glaucester cathedral. where the Harry potter was filmed. well, for the whole cathedral, only this corridor that was familiar to me. a big clap to the photographic~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1243.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1243.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hogwart Magical school aka Gloucester Cathedral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1174.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1174.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Oxford City~. I travelled SOLO! haha! i tried! well, it was not bad. I sendiri read the map and walk round the whole city. Actually there's a City sightseeing tour bus bringing the tourist around. But i found it was boring. Being used to be a traveller nowadays, so i want to challenged myself and Bingo! i never know i m this clever. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihh..people! dont ever simply assume. Since this is the Uk number 1 Univ doesnt mean that Oxford university surely have the grand-HUGE-old-campus. When i reached Oxford train station, i asked the bus driver if he pass by Oxford Univ. He was like."what? the univ is all around the city." He then pointed me to the buildings nearby. Oh no! how disappointed i m to know that Oxford univ is just a city-campus like my Univ of Strathclyde. aihh&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the flight i took. It was just a 4seated per row flight and the wings are so cute. somemore the turbin and the tayar. But trust me, u will never enjoy being inside of this barbie doll plane in the sky. I prayed so hard during the take off and landing. Maybe it was my psychology again. I felt like the whole plane was blew by the strong wind and was gonna collapsed at anytime. But after an hour journey, i reached Glasgow safely. fullstop. ekeke =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115947689728849929?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115947689728849929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115947689728849929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115947689728849929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115947689728849929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/09/east-malaysian-and-my-england-trip.html' title='East Malaysian and my england trip'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115940403381589683</id><published>2006-09-28T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T08:40:33.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of our journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/195.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/66.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/66.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avenyn Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/101.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/101.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw this shop on our way to our hostel! Rasa sayang Restaurant! in Gotheburg. The tauke is a Malaysian! and beside the restaurant, it is the sushi king. They are all malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very helpful man. That morning, all of us woke up too late and we have missed the airport bus. We went to find him for SOS to get a taxi. felt so warm...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115940385993639827?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115940385993639827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115940385993639827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115940385993639827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115940385993639827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/09/gothenburg.html' title='Gothenburg'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115905256324687112</id><published>2006-09-24T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T08:44:38.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My results...</title><content type='html'>Hi ya! Sorry for the delay updates for my travel blog! Been busy with school reopen la wut la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD NEWS!!! I HAVE PASSED ALL MY PAPERS FOR THE SUMMER SEMESTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I have passed the hardest one so the following semesters shouldnt be a prob! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was released when i was still in England. I was so touched! my housemates all pakat-ed not to let me know anything abt the results at all until i came home, Jia accompanied me to our village office. It was closed for 10mins when we reached. Oh god! u never know how slow the 10mins was. Many ppl in our batch has failed so i was so scared. Jia kept talking to me so as to keep me occupied but i only get in half of the conversation. i was recalling, of all my life, of all the big exams, i have never really get the results myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPSR&lt;/strong&gt;- i was in Penang with my family, Yong wei took for me and i called her for my goodnews. 6As&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PMR&lt;/strong&gt;- when i just stepped into the chunghwa block, i saw Mrs khang n she straight away told me i have got 7As. So i already knew my results before i got my result slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPM&lt;/strong&gt;- I was in subang then. Planned to go n take my results when i go home which was a month later but i just cant wait. Mom went to take for me at last. It was a bad news tho, for i only got a 4As. I wasnt that disappointed actually, since i was expected so. Since i really wasnt that fit for anything for the time like that. Let alone, exam. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAM&lt;/strong&gt;- Because of the time difference, while waiting for my results to be posted up in the internet from Australia, i fell asleep. Lau Yang who knew my exam number and passwords was the 1st to check my result and then i knew my results through the long distance call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the officer passed me the whole stack of envelopes. I was just like a sotong. with my whole body leaned on the counter. I wasnt exagerating or what u know. I threw the stacks to Jia and she helped me find mine through the names. Ta-da! she passed me my life-threatening, heart-attack causing envelope. With the shaky hands, i tear open the envelope. I already knew that if i pass, it will only be a single piece of paper while if i failed, there will be two. So, the 1st thing i did was checking the amount of papers i got. IT HAS ONLY ONE PAPER!! i shouted. Jia rampas the envelope and glanced for me then. "LAINE, YOU PASSED!!" The next thing i did was I SCREAMED and hugged her so tightly!! without i myself noticed. Luckily it was already 10pm so the whole office was only the officer alone. The officer hugged me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haihh..what a relieved. U never know how streessful this paper was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stockholm~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/123.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/123.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/75.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ICE BAR~! A must go place when u r here. But please be prepared with the size of the bar. It is even smaller than Chung Hwa's Science Building's class room! we were quite disappointed la when we 1st went in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything inside was made of ice! the wall, the chair, the table, the bar, even the cup. The Absolute Vodka goes so well with the ice cup. Overall it was a very good experience. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/308.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/308.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/308.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/287.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/287.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skansen- An open air muzeum. U can see the whole Sweden here. From Swedish dance to Swedish food to Scandinavian Animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/370.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/370.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/370.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HoHo Swedish Ice Cream is still the very best of all the places i went! Look! SIX big scoopes of and yet we still had not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/374.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/374.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 16th century street. Felt like it was turning back time when u r here. So dramatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Stockholm was not bad..but it just wont makes me wanna go again. Unlike Norway. Or probably we had too little time here. We only stayed for a nite...A night is just not enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115905256324687112?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115905256324687112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115905256324687112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115905256324687112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115905256324687112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-results.html' title='My results...'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115897879866501579</id><published>2006-09-23T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T07:13:24.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touring around Oslo City</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day THREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We reached Oslo quite early in the morning and jom-ed! we went to tour around the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sometimes, it is better to just keep the mouth shut. This photo was so perfectly taken ya? Kate caught this man in the park to snap this photo for us. Normally, those photos taken this sucks. Especially when we posed so spread out like this. So when the man was shooting, i asked " M i in the photo?" The person answer ' dont worry my dear, i am a famous photographer in the scandinavian." i was like "er...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for real. cant imagine that this animal really existed million of years ago. But well, i doubt that even if they were not extinct, i dont think the today world can really fit him. ahh..pityful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/14.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/14.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quite unreacheable but yet, i can still manage =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is never as easy as i taught it would be. i only got a maximum of 4 steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The viking museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPLE TREE~!!! we were all so excited to see this. 1st time in my life to eat apple without those disgusting wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kon-kiki museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! what a romantic scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vigelandsparken. Were all the statue stood in the whole park. I m not the artistic kind of person but those art work really amazed me. look at how real the expressions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/118.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/118.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/124.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/124.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/143.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/143.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/140.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/140.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/141.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/141.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the night we went pubing. Huh! One word! H O R R I B L E~! When we went in, hah, the men were just like bees. And we were the five pityful flowers. They were so desperate for girls dunno y. So desperate to dance with us. but luckily they aint the itchy hands type la. They are not the local people btw. yucks! That was the worse pubbing experience of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got this picture after &lt;em&gt;N &lt;/em&gt;trials outside the pub. The i love oslo words behind kept blinking so it was really hard. but being vain pots, we dont mind the trials =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the Norwegian Air to Stockholm the next day. It was not bad. wou! There was a stupiest DICK ever on top of my head. by u-know-who. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115897879866501579?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115897879866501579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115897879866501579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115897879866501579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115897879866501579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/09/touring-around-oslo-city.html' title='Touring around Oslo City'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115894435102106085</id><published>2006-09-23T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:26:49.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fjord</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day TWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the famost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FJORD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;day trip today. We catched the 8:30am train in &lt;strong&gt;Oslo&lt;/strong&gt; which takes us abt 4 hours to &lt;strong&gt;Mydral&lt;/strong&gt;. The scenery from the train was very beautiful but already being called a pig, i slept all the way in the train again. Jia was sitting besides me n she kept nagging me to wake up since we paid so much for the trip. So i managed to wake up for a few minutes on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS PHOTO WAS TAKEN BY ME!!! during my on and off awaking time. Everyone was saying it was so beautifully taken. like a pro!!!( well, my everyone consisted of only Jia and Sharon ) But still!! Jia was saying because of her that i awoke and took the photo so it was credited to her. cheh! she was just being jealous anyway. ekeke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/28.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/28.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the train from Mydral to &lt;strong&gt;Flam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the journey, the train stopped at beautiful places like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/45.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 12px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 2px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/42.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/45.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/124.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/124.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was then a 2hour boat ride to &lt;strong&gt;Gudvangen &lt;/strong&gt;and that was the big boat we took. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/133.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Excuse me for being look like a ball. it was simply because I &lt;strong&gt;WORE FOUR LAYERSSSSSSS OF CLOTHES. &lt;/strong&gt;That's y!!! not that i am bloted ok? REMEMBER!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/118.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/118.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/76.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/62.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/62.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/133.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/60.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/62.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/76.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/76.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/76.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/133.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bravor to us to make it here! It was the spring water from the waterfall behind. Dunno whether it was my psychology or wut, the water tasted so good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/60.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/76.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/76.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/60.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/60.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/60.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHEEEE!!! Me and the Norway flag!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/60.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/60.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/133.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/133.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bergen &lt;/strong&gt;city- famous for the fish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, i tasted this. It was around 20pound ahHHHH!!! but even the fish i cook taste better! too salty. not my taste.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/177.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look who's on the train again. We took a direct train from bergen back to &lt;strong&gt;Oslo&lt;/strong&gt;. Tiring but overall we were all satisfied&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;for the day! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115894435102106085?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115894435102106085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115894435102106085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115894435102106085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115894435102106085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/09/fjord.html' title='Fjord'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115853560350191652</id><published>2006-09-18T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:24:37.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The second part of hols - 1st day in Oslo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of my holiday was WoHOO Norway and Sweden trip!!! It was a 6-gals backpacking!!! Who said we need man when comes to backpack? Who said we need man as navigator? Who said it is dangerous to travel without men? But no doubt...we still need the men la.. well, just as our caddie to carry our heavy bag. haha. it's so heavy wey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That was my 1st time taking Ryan-air. The cheap flights in UK are that if u need to check in ur bag, u have to pay extra money while booking. It is cheaper to pay while booking, which is only 2pound but if u check in on the day u travel, u got to pay 7 pound. something like that. Since we didnt plan to check in when we booked, so we didnt pay for&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/14.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/14.1.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that. Well, because of the tighten rules in UK airport nowadays, we were not allowed to take many things like liquid, powders, cream and gel stuff on board as handluggage. What the hell, these are all the essential things especially for the pretty gals like us so ofcoz we need to checked in our beautiful bag. My journey started with quite a bad luck for me. We queued up in 2 rows while checking in. since i m always one of the quickies so i m the 1st one of a row. Ta-ma-de! The ground-steward who served me was as clever as a rat, she noticed that i didnt booked for the check-in luggage so she asked me to pay for the 7pounds. My frenz queued after me then move to the next row which has the stupid but lovely ground-steward so in the end, i m the only one who need to pay. Well, nevermind that since i earned 160pound so what is a 7pound to me? it didnt affect my holiday mood after all =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight took about one and a half hour to Oslo, the capital of Norway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i admit, gals sometimes move a bit too slow. So by the time we get our luggage and dili-dali a bit in the toilets and then walked out from the airport, our darling bus has left us. The bus for the next flight is already there in the bus stop and will only depart after one hour. An hour is nothing at hom&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e but it is as precious as the sun when u travel since every minutes counts then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u see the handsome whom the taxi driver talking to? He is the bus driver whom drives the next bus. So kind of him to help us get a taxi instead but just pay for the bus fare. love him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NORTHEN LIGHT!!! we r so soOOOO lucky to see this in Norway!! 1st time in my life that i saw such an amazing mother nature! Especially when the 1st spark of.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH u gals were fooled. MUAHAHA!!! it was just the light of the tunnel taken in the taxi on the way to Oslo city. It was an hour ride but it was not too bad since the scenery was marvelous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the 1st place we went in the city was Infomation Centre. We wanted to buy the Fjord ticket for the following day. Fjord is a MUST go day tour to outskirt Norway. There's a package which includes direct train from Oslo City tmr morning which takes only four hours to reach and includes much more places up to Bergen ( the second large city of Norway ). But the package was very much expensive. So our original plan was to catch a bus that night and join the tour half way in the Voss which was only half the price plus we can just sleep on the bus and save up a night hostel. BUT BUT BUT !!! THERE'S AINT ANY BUS FOR THAT NIGHT TO VOSS~!!!! that's was just too bad coz our plan was affected. We then decided to just take the direct package from Oslo the next day morning. So, it costs us for a thousand over RM. HAha. It was almost all of the cash we brought for the Norway trip. But, there's always one thing call credit card. So, all of us just swapped and go. Which was then our parent's business in Malaysia to pay. We are just so clever, right? But i did cause a disaster in Malaysia. Since Kate dont have a credit card so i helped her to swap by using mom's card. So it comes to abt a few thousand in one go. Because of the time difference, it was 1am malaysia time so i didnt inform my mom right away and after that i just forgot to tell. The nosy credit card company called mom up at 8am and they somemore tought my card was stolen. hehheh..well, it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at the info centre. Me and Jen was doin the planning for our day tour in the city while the rest went to ask for the bus ticket to Voss. Taken by the silly Jia. I tot i looked cool so i post this up. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was set. We went to tour &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;around Oslo night city that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Jia so ham-sap ! Poster also she doesnt want to let go. haihhhH....no eye see. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/92.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/57.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl-Johan's Street. The most happening street in Oslo. It was so beautiful. I truely love this street. It was peaceful, yet happening. arghh what m i saying. ok, i say it this way, it is as in, u feel safe when u r here yet it is not quiet. There's many things to see. I love to go to the night street in everywhere i go. It reflects the local people's lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/92.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/105.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/77.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/77.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/77.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/119%20homeless%20nite.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/77.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posed with sharon. Look at the sky. It was so clear. Could it because Norway is near the North Pole therefore it is so clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/105.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/92.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/92.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norway Troll. It was a lagenda here where million years ago. Norway was not a pieceful place to stay. It was conquered by these creature. But the good ones remain as the city's lucky troll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/118.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/92.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/105.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a square...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/118.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/118.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while we were posing like nobody business. 2 norwegian pointed us to this group of people. Guess who! The Argentina football team!!!! And the man in green is the famous God of football. His name is something Menorika. ops..sorry i m sucks in football's star's name. i only know David beckham by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/119%20homeless%20nite.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/119%20homeless%20nite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/119%20homeless%20nite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the next thing was, WE DONT HAVE A PLACE TO STAY FOR THE NIGHT! since we originally planned to sleep on the bus so we didnt book anything. And since our tour was way too over budget so ta-da! We slept in the train station for the night. Ofcoz things werent always as smooth as u have tought it would be. At first, we slept at the comfy sofas at a closed cafeteria in the station but who could have expected that the station shuts down at 1am?! So, the six gals were chased out and homeless until 4am when it opens again. I was too tired for the day so i slept the most. Even when we were outside the station and the weather was so cold. I slept like a pig.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115853560350191652?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115853560350191652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115853560350191652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115853560350191652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115853560350191652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/09/second-part-of-hols-1st-day-in-oslo.html' title='The second part of hols - 1st day in Oslo'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115853069711623824</id><published>2006-09-18T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T04:04:50.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!st part of hols- my part-time jobs</title><content type='html'>So my holiday is only less than a week now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st part of my holiday i had a few part time jobs. My 1st job was the Robbie William concert. BUT..dun WAOOO me, since i dun get to see robbie even a short glance for the whole concert. I was arranged to work in a kiosk at the very top and very back row of the stadium while robbie's stage was on the ground ( like the football court ) and all i can see was the teenagers butt. I never been so familiar with robbie william before. I just came accross a few very famous songs of his like-- Be A Better Man, Rock DJ and My Angel. I knew he is good but i never know he is THIIIIIIIIIS good. Especially when u get to listen to his live concert. It is so iMpressive. He moves the crowd like moving kacang putih. The ang moh kao were jumping ups and downs dancing right and left when he sang the rock songs and when comes to his sentimental songs, everybody listened attentively. The ang moh kao made up a very good crowd. They were all so anticipated. I only been to SHE and Jay's concert back in Malaysia and their crowd were just imcompatible compared to Robbie's. Espesially when he sang my angel. my heart did melts. oh my! i m gonna love his songs from now. I quite enjoy that job. It is easy plus i got to listen to good songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second job was the worst of all. I served a buffet dinner in a Science centre. Imagine i worked for 5-11pm and there's no break AT ALL n let alone, dinner. But lucky me to be arranged to the group which lenggang the most while the others have got to carry heavy plates n cuttery and stuff. I was introduced to Er&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/Image098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/Image098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ic from Polland. He stood just next to me in the table. oh my! he is such a gentlemen so he looked like David Beckham to me. Hehe. We talked a lot and i got to know Polland more. ^There are many Pollish who came to UK and work. Like poor Eric, he has got a degree in IT but they cant find jobs in their home country so they have to come to UK and work like cow and horse. I was told that even the master holders cant get a job there. So, when the buffet was served, we scooped the food for the guess. i was arranged to serve Chicken Korma. it is something like curry in Malaysia. I was lucky as it is easy to introduce when the guess ask. i just told them it's a chicken and the curry is made from spice. But I so want to answer " what the hell, how i know, i din even taste a single piece of them ok? " Poor Eric, he has got to serve Haggis, a food made by everything in the stomach of the sheep, it is a traditional scottish food. he has to explain the dish to almost every guess there who came from outside UK. Well, for the whole night my chicken looked ever-so-tempting to me. Towards the end of the buffet was the worse part of the job. we gotto pour everything left-over into the bin. In the end, all the food looks so yucky to us all. arhhhH...i used to love mom's trifle ( a kind of dessert which was made by the swissrow and custard and canned fruit ) at home but after that night, i guess i will never want to have it anymore. yucksss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/04092006117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/04092006117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here comes my third job. it is a two full days job. We served at an international convention of new drugs. so, all the terms was so familiar to us. There are ppl from all over the world. HAHA guess what, a doctor of University Science Malaysia from Kubang Kerian was invited!! ( attention : Kee Yang, please read kubang kerian, KOTA BHARU, KELANTAN not penang, muahaha ) I was so excited and felt so proud of my future job place. hheeh. Well, although i worked for average 8hours, i didnt feel tired at all. I hang around with new friends whom i knew there. In the morning, we served coffee or tea, lunch time we served buffet, after their lunch buffet, we had our half an hour lunch break, or Tea break i could say coz it is normally about 4pm already. We got to eat the left overs well i dun mind that for they handled the food in clean and proper way plus the food was made from the high-class chef worrr...they tasted so good especially the desserts. &lt;em&gt;AWWWWWWW *sliver dropping * &lt;/em&gt;We then helped up in setting up for the next day. I got to know a girl from china, Judy. Through the chats with her, i knew she is from a wheathy family. She has even got a sister back in china, for only the rich and powerful ones can have 2 children in the family. But poor Judy, no doubt her family is rich and she is just like a homeless child. Since she is the bao-bei of the family, her mom so wants to find a man to ru4 zui4 into their family. So everytime she is home, her mom arranged all sorts of dates for her, and amazingly her mom did managed to find uncountable men whom are orphans and willing to marry into their family in no time. So in the end, she is so fed-up and now, this is already the 4th year since she last went home. Her mom was so crossed that she cut up all her allowance but lucky her to still have an open-minded dad to secretly bank in money to support her here. Her dad seems to let her choose her own marriage but just not japanese will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what i have got for my job experience is, if possible, bring ur own cuttery when u go for dinner. No matter how classy the fine dining place looks and how shiny the cuttery looks. i have got the chance to go into the room where the fox and spoons were cleaned. oh my, u will be shock when u see it. The dirty ones were all dumped into a basket that goes through the dish-washer and when it comes out, there are still debrees sticking here and there on them. what they do is they just use the cloth to polish them to make them looked so clean and shiny. And worse case scenario was that once, they need cleaned plates too urgenly that what they did was just using a big tong of warm water and dipped them for a few seconds then wiped them up and there u go. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point i have got was, please finish up all ur food when u go for buffet. The cleaning up of the left over was so yucky. Especially for the hungry staff whom dun get to eat them and cant stand the waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..overall, my job was not bad, especially when i have got my money deposited into my bank. i worked for average 8 hours for that 4 days and i got 5++ pounds per hour. so it's 8 x 4 x 5= 160pounds x 7 = RM1142. HAHA! i guess it is already half a month gaji of most Malaysian workers. i m so satisfied. YAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/Image085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/Image085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/Image100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/Image100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115853069711623824?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115853069711623824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115853069711623824' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115853069711623824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115853069711623824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/09/st-part-of-hols-my-part-time-jobs.html' title='!st part of hols- my part-time jobs'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115793710369256515</id><published>2006-09-11T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T09:11:43.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stockholm</title><content type='html'>HI everbody¬!!! greeting from stockholm! =) +) =p +&gt; HAHAHAHHA!!! I m so in love in my summer holidaysss. we backpacked from oslo then stockholm then gothenburg soon. tiring? yes VERY!! leg pain muscle pain shoulder pain but who cares? we r six youngster rocking the scandinavian country. wheeee!!! =)))))) it's already 2am n tmr 8am we planned for sauna. so i gtg n sleep. blek..please dun envy ppl! especially those who r sitting for exams.  bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115793710369256515?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115793710369256515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115793710369256515' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115793710369256515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115793710369256515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/09/stockholm.html' title='stockholm'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115707058677421931</id><published>2006-09-01T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T08:34:32.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H O L I D A Y ! ! !</title><content type='html'>H O LI D A Y N O W !!!!! YAAY!!!! YAAY!!! YAAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the long-waited day has finally came.&lt;br /&gt;had my last Pharmacy Practice 3 paper ytday.&lt;br /&gt;That morning came with bless when i reached for my post box.&lt;br /&gt;i got a card! oh yes a belated-birthday card from tvgirl!!!&lt;br /&gt;that night i just couldnt sleep at all, pre-xam-stress.&lt;br /&gt;but after reading her familiar handwritting on the way to the war,&lt;br /&gt;especially her word "&lt;em&gt;fighting" !&lt;/em&gt; gave me the energy and i did fight for it :) Thanks TVGIRL!!&lt;br /&gt;i then sun-sun-li-li did all my precriptions-checking, drugs dispensing and patients counselling,&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will pass coz i dun wish for a resit paper in January which will surely ruin all my summer n christmas holidays.&lt;br /&gt;well, let's just forget abt it for now....&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna enjoy my holiday to the fullest!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115707058677421931?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115707058677421931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115707058677421931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115707058677421931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115707058677421931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/09/h-o-l-i-d-y.html' title='H O L I D A Y ! ! !'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115654431595561757</id><published>2006-08-26T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T06:30:01.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another week passes</title><content type='html'>hi the officially 21 years old is back!&lt;br /&gt;these few days been busy watching movie series&lt;br /&gt;watched 2series in one go&lt;br /&gt;The 1st one was the &lt;em&gt;Tokyo Love Story&lt;/em&gt;. A very old japz series which i downloaded since last year when i were to take my jap language exam.&lt;br /&gt;Yucks, i hate it hate it hate it! It made me cry like hell!&lt;br /&gt;The ending is so so sad. I hated those series the most where the hero and heroin cant be together.&lt;br /&gt;Why do the men always think they r what, pro in the love?&lt;br /&gt;with the crazy idea such as " i have got to let u go becoz i love u "&lt;br /&gt;Who they think they r wey?&lt;br /&gt;Aikss no offend...that's just my opinion towards that hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one was indeed, the one i mentioned- the korean series - &lt;em&gt;MY GIRL&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is 1000000000000000x good movie.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY ENDING.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! =)))))))))&lt;br /&gt;At least the hero Seoul Gong-Chan is the gentleman of all!&lt;br /&gt;He tried n he tried and there he tried, then BINGO!&lt;br /&gt;see....love is just as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;SAH_RANG_HE_YO my gong-chan shi ! muackssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so there goes my birthday. On that midnight. i treated my frenz to the campus pub which was just opened not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere was just so so, it was too spacious for the crowd. and the band is sukcs&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceeded to another local bar. It happened to be a gay night.&lt;br /&gt;hoho. ofcoz we spoted some good couples there. satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that i m really good in 'cai-mui' but just dont spot my silly habit which cause me die la&lt;br /&gt;So overall, i still enjoyed being a birthday gal though&lt;br /&gt;m already looking forward to my bday next year :)&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can celebrate with my keeyang la&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, we were back together last week&lt;br /&gt;credited to my good old fren who understand Aries men's thinking the most - Evan the Great.&lt;br /&gt;He taught me a lot of things especially---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to simply just follow our heart when he n i were so lost n confused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to have least expectations so that u can easily have surprises&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many many more...&lt;br /&gt;i owed u a bunch my friend!!&lt;br /&gt;p.s : gonna give u a treat when we are back to KB then&lt;br /&gt;( if only u read this =p )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115654431595561757?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115654431595561757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115654431595561757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115654431595561757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115654431595561757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-week-passes.html' title='another week passes'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115593992321840458</id><published>2006-08-19T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T06:25:23.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>吉蘭丹的雨季</title><content type='html'>來到這里的兩個月多里, 時不時都會好想家,&lt;br /&gt;但, 就唯有今晚第一次想到整個人好沒心情.&lt;br /&gt;都怪那窗外的小雨一直下, 害我聯想起家鄉的雨季,&lt;br /&gt;每年十一二月長假是我覺得最幸福的時候,&lt;br /&gt;每天呆在被單里讀小說啦,追聯續片啦,&lt;br /&gt;尤其我那可愛的傻大姐也剛好回家的時候,&lt;br /&gt;我們三母女每天一起研究甜品的ｒｅｃｉｐｉ,&lt;br /&gt;媽媽的甜品廚藝實在是太榜了!&lt;br /&gt;那時候的我們什么咔淥厘都忘了啦!&lt;br /&gt;有時候真的覺得自己很慶幸有個姐姐,&lt;br /&gt;家里有多多八婆真把整間家稿得很熱鬧&lt;br /&gt;所以以后我決定會生多多個女兒&lt;br /&gt;ｈｅｈｅ．．&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115593992321840458?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115593992321840458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115593992321840458' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115593992321840458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115593992321840458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_18.html' title='吉蘭丹的雨季'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115576150545011674</id><published>2006-08-17T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T06:41:49.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth-Daysss years ago</title><content type='html'>Previous years at this time, i was super duper excited counting down on my birthdays already. I used to looking forward to tons of bday wishes and pressies and cards and bday cakes. but not this year. Was it because i am old d? nah..i m only 21years old come on. HOW COME? i dunno y. Just now dinner time i told my friends, next monday, after the whole stretch of exams, i m going to watch the korean drama series MY GIRL full epi the whole day before i have to then glued to my desk for the last paper which due another week, simply without realising that, hey, it'll be my bday that day. see...told ya, i dun have the mood at all and it's my 21st bday!!!!! such an important bday where i fully turned to an adult!!!! oh gosh :(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 12years old bday flashed back into my mind. I can vividly still remember that year, after my bday party which was thrown by my mummy at A&amp;W, 11:55pm ( u wont be expecting a standard 5 kids to lepak until this late rite?), at that time, i was already in my pyjamus on my bed back in my home town, looking at the clock in my room, was so excited the time it stroke 12am. That moment i indeed bid farewell to my childhood, telling myself, ok Laine, u r a teenager now, no more childish mummy-daddy lil girl k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was my 18th birthday. I was fooled by subang gang. August 21, 2003 midnite, Siew Fang, Chuang and i were cuddling on our bed in our comfy lil rented room in Subang, we were chatting the whole night. I told them abt my life n stuff, u know, at time like that, u tend to became really emotional. It was indeed a pieceful yet meaningful bday midnite to have such nice roomies for life around. The next day was our 1st day of exam break or something. Fang, Chuang and Sze Lay were to catch the train that nite back to KB and i were to catch the air-asia that nite to Penang. After college, they acted like nothing and packed their stuff telling me that they r leaving early to shop at KLCC. Leaving me behind all alone in the room. I taught i was going to be alraight at that time n bid them goodbye with a smelling face. After the farewell, i went up to my bed trying to have some nap. I couldnt sleep at all, turning round on my bed and the next thing i did was, i cried, feeling ever so lonely and sweared my friends 9 6 9 6 for leaving me behind on MY day. Hey, MY day, u know? Then, Abby's sms came, asking me to teman her to Subang Parade to buy some stuff. I was like, what the hell, it is my bday n u asked me to walk so far under the hot sun to teman u buy stuff? but ok nvm, since i couldnt sleep so i said yes. On the way, we met Horng Chin n Jin ( which were a couple at that time ), Jin told me they are going to Subang Parade to buy Chin's shampoo, i was &lt;em&gt;Ah i see &lt;/em&gt;without having a second tought of why is it such a coincidence? and as if Herbs and Foods dun sell a bottle of shampoo? So there goes the four of us heading to Subang Parade then. dunno whether the 2 crimemates deliberately walked pass Starbucks or not, i heard Birthday song. I turn round n there i saw, my lovely friends with a nice bday cake on the table and pressies all over. I was so surprise with oh-u-guys-are-so-sweet-smile. Fang remembered i mentioned that having to celebrate bday in starbucks without too many ppl, only some close friends are simply perfect for a bday. I was so touched that moment that i almost cried. felt so sorry for the swears i made for them ( shhhHH...they didnt know abt this even after 4years now =) U know, that kind of feeling were u were so deeply down depressed n suddenly u were lifted high on the sky, like a roller-coaster. So, I celebrated the bday with YeeJin which turned 18 the next day and we spent our quality time there the whole evening talking non stop. That night, bro came to fetch me to the airport and we had my bday dinner together and he was saying how fast the time has passed by n her lil sister was 18 years old already with a boy friend then. I assured him that i will always still be the lil sis no matter what. So that night, my flight to Pg was delayed so when i finally reached his place, 12am passed but anyway, i received my 1st bouquet of flowers in my life that night. Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came my last year's bday which was a super memorable one too..been celebrating the bday for 3 days in a row with the August22 bday babies. On the weekend, which was a saturday, Junqi and Aun celebrated for Me, Luvin and TVgirl, we went to Melaka. The moment where 3 of us made our bday wishes together simply so wonderfully amazing. It was like, OH YES!!WE FINALLY MADE IT NEH NEH NEH NEH NEH!!!! Since all these years, we have been wanted to celebrate our day TOGETHER but no chance. I drew a big butterfly temporary tattoo on my cleavage for the day. n i did feel so sexy myself. haha. Then the next nite, 21th midnight, bro bought a secret recipi cake for me and sis ( another august22 baby ) and we cut our cake. I was telling my sis that it had been 10 years plus since we last cut our cake together n they were laughing n saying that i was far too much exagerated since i was only 20years old, like i was so old to have a 10years plus so easily meh. I felt like kicking their ass. So, i called mom to reconfirm. Jang-jang!!! after mom counted and she said the possibility was there since CICI went down to KL and then Australia years while i was still doing my secondary years then she went back to kelantan n work while i went down to KL and study and stuff like that. So i Uuu-laaaa-ed and Buuuuuu-ed them. The next day, which was my real bday, i went redbox with my current housemates. another bday cake for me and jia and Sia drew a bday card. it was years since i got a hand-drewed one haha..That night, Chuo Ming brought 3 of us for fine dining... ate so much till i had to unbotton my jeans. felt guity yet satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what abt this year's? I dunno.. and i dont feel like knowing either. i seriously dun mind to spend the whole day watching MY GIRL. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy be-early bday to me..muacks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115576150545011674?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115576150545011674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115576150545011674' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115576150545011674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115576150545011674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/08/birth-daysss-years-ago.html' title='Birth-Daysss years ago'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115565686785241549</id><published>2006-08-15T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:47:48.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad bad bad....</title><content type='html'>Oh my. My Pharmacy Practice exemption test yesterday was a piece of shit. I m just goin to fail definitely. Nevermind of whether to get 70marks n get exempted for my degree exam. We had FIVE prescriptions to dispense in 3 hours time. I did my 1st n 2nd prescription smoothly, i managed to spot all of the &lt;em&gt;itchy bitchy tricky&lt;/em&gt; unlegal stuff n corrected with the prescriber ever-so-confidently n counseled my patient like a oh-so-professional-pharmacist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the 3rd devil prescription. It was a salbutamol solution for a 1 year old asmatic infant. Come on! 1 year old also have to take medicine meh? siao! plus the condition for an infant to take drug safely memang cause a hell for us pharmacist. I flipped through the Children British National formulatory for that particular drug which consist of about 10pages errr ok, i exagerated a bit, maybe 6 pages FULL of this cannot, that cannot this one ok but have to blah blah blah. Go to hell can i just dont do this patient's business then. well, cannot, this is a test. So in the end when i finally made my decision of still dispensing the unlicensed drug to my lil patient with a whole list full of my counselling points to the baby's mother and teach her how to use oral syringe to her baby. my 1 hour gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i quickly finish up my last 2 prescriptions, never mind to act like a professional pharmacist or rushing-about-mad pharmacist. When i had finished all the record stuff and label stuff and prepare to dispense my last prescription to my last patient, the bald exam coordinator said ok..it's the end of the examination thankyou. And &lt;em&gt;Fuck!&lt;/em&gt; my last prescription was collected with a big mark NOT_DISPENSED on it and it means that i straight away got deducted for 60marks and the passing mark for that whole paper is 50marks. so i die not? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate dispensed an unlegal prescription in which she made a silly mistakes in her presciption by not correcting the total quantity in both words and figure for a controlled drug. So, 60 marks gone as well. Everyone was telling us to nevermind since the exemption test was made hard so as not everyone got exempted. Overall i am alright with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..tmr another video exam. it's just a 6marks test but i m going to have pages of diseases and it's symptoms and recommented drugs for this and that type of patient to memorise. Goodluck to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115565686785241549?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115565686785241549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115565686785241549' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115565686785241549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115565686785241549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-bad-bad.html' title='bad bad bad....'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115541069394118034</id><published>2006-08-13T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T03:24:56.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post for the time being</title><content type='html'>Hello bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmnnn....these days, i wont be wrritting anything more here since i m very confused myself plus i m getting myself concentrate on my up coming exams next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the stressful exams, i will really get myself a day break. Go to some place nearby glasgow alone n have a good thought abt what path i m going to choose next. Well, since when u were into something, all ur dreams were all about him him and just him and so, it's time for me to make new plans n dream new dreams about my life. Yes i know, life is short, especially after i got the news from Abby in Aussie last few days abt the death of our batchmate Danny. Well, things always happened unexpectedly, so all of us have to treassure every moment we have now coz who knows what will happen tomorrow. Choose the path that we r happy with and live with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everyone, please dun worry abt me. I am very thankful to have such a lovely ex-boyfriend who is always still bearing with me twenty four seven even after we break up. n we r both now trying to work things out together for the best, to the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day when i'm back to my blog again will be the day i m truely, deeply and sincerely fine.&lt;br /&gt;See u soon! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115541069394118034?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115541069394118034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115541069394118034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115541069394118034'/><link rel='self' 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src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115507061890098867</id><published>2006-08-09T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T04:59:38.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一定會有以后.....</title><content type='html'>忽然間覺得我不認識他了&lt;br /&gt;三年來首次覺得英國和馬來西亞的距離是那么的遙遠&lt;br /&gt;說什么只要心中有愛距離不是問題的那些狗屁話都是騙人的&lt;br /&gt;一個人飄洋過海的來到這里生活了三年的他變成熟了,&lt;br /&gt;一個愛我和我愛的男子在我來不及察覺間變成一個大男人了,&lt;br /&gt;而我, 還是四年前在Ｓｕｂａｎｇ Ｊａｙａ相識的那個十七歲女子&lt;br /&gt;這些年來我們都未程發覺,&lt;br /&gt;一之到我遲到了三年來了這里&lt;br /&gt;我們都沒有錯, 只是稍微敗給了距離而已,&lt;br /&gt;好在我們彼此心中的愛到此時此刻真的都沒變過,&lt;br /&gt;還會有以后的, 只是那個以后暫時被烏云遮蓋了,&lt;br /&gt;一起努力吧殷奇揚!&lt;br /&gt;努力把那片該死的烏云踢走&lt;br /&gt;路遙遠, 我們一同走...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!加油!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115507061890098867?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115507061890098867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115507061890098867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115507061890098867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115507061890098867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_08.html' title='一定會有以后.....'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115471089919260327</id><published>2006-08-05T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T01:01:39.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHHAHAHHAHA!!!!</title><content type='html'>I M CHEERED UP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Many things, u have to just gotta walk out from urself  n view them in other points of view, rather than entangling all within urself and crying like a stupid cow. What's the use of crying? It wasted a lot of energy and at worst it made my eyes like a puffle fish (tho it is originally puffy already ) BUT STILL!!&lt;br /&gt;I m so glad that it took me just a few days.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone may encounter some problems in their life, how big or how small. it's just depends on how u solve them, i feel that u grow n learn from each problems u conquered, so it can consider a good thing too but no thanks, once in a while will do please&lt;br /&gt;Thank God i feel so light now....phewwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;This coming weeekend theres a cultural event, i'll be wearing a kebaya, upload the photos then! muacksssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115471089919260327?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115471089919260327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115471089919260327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115471089919260327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115471089919260327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/08/hahahhahahhaha.html' title='HAHAHHAHAHHAHA!!!!'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115456508202007682</id><published>2006-08-03T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T08:31:22.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>會傷心, 會失望, 會難過...&lt;br /&gt;但是, 我不要輕易放棄...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晚安!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115456508202007682?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115456508202007682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115456508202007682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115456508202007682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115456508202007682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115447022383038078</id><published>2006-08-02T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T06:23:09.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night to remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/collage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OH MY GOD!! look at the drunken catsss!! We had an alcohol section yesterday midnite. That was the result of 3bottles redwine, 4cans of beers and 2bottles of cocktails. I had my ever most drunkest night in my life. I was so drunk that i couldnt control myself and cant even remember what i did the morning i woke up. Until the camera gal ( silly darLING, dunno wheter to thank her for the &lt;em&gt;GOOD&lt;/em&gt; pictures she took for us or not ) told us the story, well, i could only recall with just some vague memory. We were all very funny. That feeling was superb! stress and worries free, just HIGHHH~!!! Ling told me that my drunk pattern was i kept on laughing and shouting while dancing like a mad woman. Katherine( the one in bathrobe) kept on hugging everyone. Sharon ( yellow shirt ) has no typical pattern, Jia ( white shirt ), was the lausiest among all, mabuk after a few sips of wine and kept chasing jenny ( brown ) to drink. Jenny was just like a kid in drunk state. But well, good thing abt me is i will never vomit no matter how much i drank, when the others vomited like hell, neighther do i have serious hang over the next day. ekeke...so proud of myself. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/collage11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, poor Ah Ling, the betrater who broke our promise to get really drunk for the night, has to pull us one by one to our room and when she finally settled us, it was 4am already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/P1010774.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/P1010774.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/200/P1010774.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Overall, i m in love in alcohol and i love dancing on alcohol the most. It's the most effective way to release stress, well, not that i m an alcoholic, it's simply because of Pharmacy =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/P1010774.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115447022383038078?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115447022383038078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115447022383038078' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115447022383038078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115447022383038078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/08/night-to-remember.html' title='A night to remember...'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115422870421360797</id><published>2006-07-30T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T11:05:04.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>本人的男人今天回家羅!! 坐了八小時的飛機, 還有六粒鐘.&lt;br /&gt;又將恢復距離130000KM 的日子, 只是這次掉換了位置.&lt;br /&gt;兩個月, 會很快過的啦, 習慣了, 所以此時的我, 沒有特別感覺. HEHE&lt;br /&gt;再見面的時候, 是十月秋天 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115422870421360797?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115422870421360797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115422870421360797' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115422870421360797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115422870421360797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_115422870421360797.html' title=''/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115394303482214433</id><published>2006-07-27T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T04:19:21.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>univ life</title><content type='html'>It as been months since i took my nap this long.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;it was like...5hours? hehe i m not sure though&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be my turn to cook today but i end up cooking in my dream coz i did dream that i cooked tau-you-bak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................................. life is boring when u have endless tests and examssss. What is life when u need to study and Study? Come on this is Univ life!!! Univ life should be full of rainbows and sun shine. This is my last year of study and i dun want to be a nerdy. i &lt;em&gt;ought&lt;/em&gt; to just simply enjoying the year before i got tight up with the Stoolpid governent and job!!&lt;br /&gt;fcuk Pharmacy!&lt;br /&gt;Read what Nah wrote in her blog last few days, she felt blessed for cant get to study Pharmacy. Ya she is so 10000000000000000000% right.&lt;br /&gt;i vote with my 2 legs.&lt;br /&gt;Ppl, if ur sister or brother or cousins or niece or nephew or friends or whoever ur zi zi sun sun did have a slight tought to study this &lt;em&gt;lccb &lt;/em&gt;course, remember to tell them to just think twice for heaven sake!&lt;br /&gt;But well, i know this is still a nothing compared to those who is studying medicine. They are still double or triple hectic than this.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhHHHh uuHHHHH phiewwww....feel so much relieve now. yess..thanks for whoever who is reading this. ekekeee.&lt;br /&gt;My rhubarb with crunchie buttery topping is ready in the oven by now. Yaay yaay. will be sharing it with Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;so.... if i got fat this year around. it's credit to Pharmacy. not because i m an eating-pig. kay?&lt;br /&gt;cheers ppl! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115394303482214433?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115394303482214433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115394303482214433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115394303482214433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115394303482214433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/07/univ-life.html' title='univ life'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115344719670675555</id><published>2006-07-21T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:02:33.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>曾經聽過的一句話, 如果這世上的每個人都不需要愛情, 我們會否更快樂呢?&lt;br /&gt;人海茫茫的相識...在一起...開心甜蜜到整個人好像飛上天一樣的那一刻, 是只有那個人才給到的.&lt;br /&gt;塵世間, 會否有完完全全決配的兩人? 多決配也總有不知所踔的時候, 相愛容易相處難, 我贊成.&lt;br /&gt;會在意對方的看法, 也是因為愛, 如果可以當一切也都無所謂的那時候, 也就表示愛已不存在了,對吧? 所以, 我們都在意. 而 這在意, 往往會有讓人承擔不了的感覺....愛情這東西, 擁有了好麻煩, 少了又拼命想.. AIKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115344719670675555?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115344719670675555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115344719670675555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115344719670675555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115344719670675555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115290406825442055</id><published>2006-07-15T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T03:25:24.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss miss miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was browsing through friends blogs just now la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All of them are back in KB by now. Ming, Qi, Tvgirl and liet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;happynyaaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ytday night was a night for homesick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jia came into my room n said, let's have french fries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and HOHO four of us had one big oven plate of them at 1am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;felt so much better after that. Trust me, eating supper works at times like this&lt;br /&gt;especially those with the higher calories the better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss home, miss my family, miss my lau yang and most of all---my lil JIJI (wonder how she is now?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115290406825442055?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115290406825442055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115290406825442055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115290406825442055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115290406825442055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/07/miss-miss-miss.html' title='miss miss miss'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115290069989849014</id><published>2006-07-15T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T02:47:28.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakie where r u?</title><content type='html'>i need a break I Need A Break I NEED A BREAKKKK!!!&lt;br /&gt;tot i just had my wonderful weekend last week?&lt;br /&gt;nononono..that's just still not enough.&lt;br /&gt;i need a break I Need a Break I NEED A BREAKKKKKKKKK&lt;br /&gt;shit class testsssssssssss and degree examssssss please go away!&lt;br /&gt;cant wait till my september europe trip already...&lt;br /&gt;ehheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115290069989849014?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115290069989849014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115290069989849014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115290069989849014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115290069989849014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/07/breakie-where-r-u.html' title='Breakie where r u?'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115250201547090786</id><published>2006-07-10T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T02:34:36.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasmine, Sze Lay n my day</title><content type='html'>The day started with jeopordy. My contact hard lense dropped on the floor when i was applying my eye shadow. Thought i have to call my mom for SOS to get one from Tuck Goon n express post to me here. But thank god, what a relieved, i got it after &lt;em&gt;N&lt;/em&gt; times of kissing the floor. I m really lucky, i managed to find that tiny lil thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a perfect sunday outing with my old preUnivmates--Szelay n Jasmine. We were from the same class G12 in Taylor's College years ago b4 we went to IMU. But after 3 years of IMUmates years, we hardly get together. Due to the packed studies as well as the different circles of frenz we were into. I always believe in fate for everything that happen. It's fate that brought us to tAYLOR'S cOLLEGe G12 and IMU then all the way to Glasgow, I m so happy that we made it today. I feel that, as times passes, we have lesser n lesser frenships that are long lasting. Think abt our secondary years where frenz were everywhere in the whole Chung Hwa form1-form6, the seniors and the juniors and fellow batch mates, old good friendsssssssssss that we already knew them since many many years. Then up to Pre-U, to me, it was only a place, a stepping stone, a temporary stop for everyone to get to their final destination-Univ. we spent our time in pre-U for one year?or maybe one n the half years? How could a friendship that were planted in such a short while be long lasting? Coming up was the Univ friends, when life gets busiers (especially i'm studyin the kiasu-ppl's-course in a kiasu-ex-univ), friends are harder and harder to get really close (ofcoz besid my housemates ). Therefore, i learn to treasure good frends. As soon as i realised this matter of fact not too long ago, since action is the most important things of all, , i picked up my phone n here i went, stitching and connecting the old good friends--Lay and jasmine. JangJang! we had a great day today touring n spending our time for ourselves. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115250201547090786?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115250201547090786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115250201547090786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115250201547090786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115250201547090786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/07/jasmine-sze-lay-n-my-day.html' title='Jasmine, Sze Lay n my day'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115249138485670548</id><published>2006-07-10T06:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T11:53:11.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ei Leen n Qi were here</title><content type='html'>Now if u asked me, how's Glasgow like? i can tell&lt;br /&gt;Credited to My Guest of Honour--Miss Gan Jun Qi and Miss Chua Ei Leen who came over my place over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I really do treasure the chance to catch up with an &lt;em&gt;old &lt;/em&gt;clubhouse swimming pool fren, an &lt;em&gt;old &lt;/em&gt;tennis coaching fren and &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt; interact senior---Ei Leen!! I cant really discribe that feeling, smt like, when u tot u already lost smt, a few years later, it just came back to u...in case u dun understand what m crapping abt, as i hardly understand it myself too, i mean.. it's nice to know Ei Leen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...the 1st nite ( thurs ) was terrible, coz i have got to force myself to prepare for my exam the next day when the innermost of myself strongly against the idea.&lt;br /&gt;well that nvm, i did the exam on fri with some mistakes but not to the extend of death sentence. Where the gals went to Edinburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The posers-bars-nite was great! we went to 2pubs in my city. We had Baileys n Long Island. Simply perfect!! Surprisingly, the three gals who have been staying at different places after leaving KB, fo&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r quite a few years, still have got &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/collage.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/collage.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;endless topicss.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hmnnnn.. soOOOO nice to have old frenz came...muacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115249138485670548?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115249138485670548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115249138485670548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115249138485670548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115249138485670548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/07/ei-leen-n-qi-were-here.html' title='Ei Leen n Qi were here'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115213599724488513</id><published>2006-07-06T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T05:46:37.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the jetty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115213599724488513?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115213599724488513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115213599724488513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115213599724488513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115213599724488513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/07/jetty.html' title=''/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115213584898505807</id><published>2006-07-06T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T05:44:08.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sui boh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_1450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_1444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how nice to be a horse too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115213567055197955?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115213567055197955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115213567055197955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115213567055197955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115213567055197955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-nice-to-be-horse-too.html' title=''/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115213550617016613</id><published>2006-07-06T05:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T05:38:26.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>among the Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115213550617016613?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115213550617016613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115213550617016613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115213550617016613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115213550617016613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/07/among-trees.html' title='among the Trees'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115213535375184721</id><published>2006-07-06T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T05:35:53.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peoples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/DSCN0455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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It was only an hour train n an hour ferry there.&lt;br /&gt;It was soo beautiful!! Nice weather nice scenery,nice greens and nice oceans..... so much diff than glasgow city which lack the natural beauty. but what i earned the most from the trip was, i get to mix around with the international students, it's amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am very envy n impressed by those who traveled all ALONE, leaving behind all the things back home,and start their new chapter of life, in a strange country, mixing around with new ppls. Isnt that a beautiful challenge? I wish i had the chance but, well, i know i have to satisfied with all i have got now, no doubt i m here with the whole airoplane of malaysian univmates, staying at the lil "malaysian village" i would call, but, at least i still got the chance to study abroad rite, compared to many ppl, i m considered the lucky ones already. so no grumble la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i m here in overseas, i understand one thing..i;m part of MALAYSIAN, what i do will reflect what ppl think of malaysia. I have to do my part.&lt;br /&gt;In IMU for example, i dun even bother if i go to class late, but here, i do. The international students officers--Uncle Jim, who brought us to the island, jokingly introduced us to faiz, a Turkish, as maLAZYian. I know, that's what he thinks abt us malaysian, this was what reflected by our seniors who came here last last years n many years ago ever since IMU twinned with Strathclyde. well, i can admit that, us young malaysian's attitude is way too far from good manners. We r lazy and we are selfish too, we always think of our ownselves. Heard before anyone who went home to malaysia from UK with a new phone that was compensated from phone company for the so-called "lost" phone? Isnt it a bad attitued? Hmnn...Before i came here, i had this "fantastic" idea too.. i somemore have got the idea myself as to who i will want to give the "free" phone to but now, i've changed my mind. Can i say i m more matured? or can i say i love Malaysia? like, y it's so hard for us to apply debit card in UK nowadays when only a few years ago the policy had been so linient for the international students? That's because, there r many students, who abused the card. Anyway, i just dun wan to be part of the "smarties" n create inconvenience for the future travellers especially my juniors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junqi n Eileen will come over to visit Glasgow tmr ( Thurs ). Too bad fri i have got an exam to sit so I cant join their trip to Edinburg on fri. Since i came to glasgow from london, i hav been so busy with my course, we r doing the summer compact course. so that's y. So scotland to me, is still a strange place, everyday i see out from my window ( I m staying at 5th floor currenly) , i feel so blank. The edge of the view to me is like, so near yet so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, this Sat, i've planned a half day trip for my guests of honours, we r going to the Great Cumbrae, it's a small island where u can just simply cycle around the island. It is in between glasgow city n Preswic Airport. It is only one hour FROM glasgow city and one hour TO the airport. The gals flight flying to london is 6pm. theoratically the time should be alright. Hopefully they r interested n we can make it! finger cross....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, is not a bad summer day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115213285294532367?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115213285294532367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115213285294532367' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115213285294532367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115213285294532367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-i-think.html' title='what i think'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115074609937988858</id><published>2006-06-20T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T03:48:08.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON BBC WORLD~!!</title><content type='html'>Hey ladies n gentlent!! WE R ON BBC WORLD~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_pictures/5086350.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_pictures/5086350.stm&lt;/a&gt; (plz click on the 10th pic)&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAH...our photo was taken by a photographer when we went for the west-end festival in our neightbour city. n dunno how we became japanese gals. itsss sOOOOOOOO sugoi-ne!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well, this few days i m kinda miss home&lt;br /&gt;felt quite guity coz when i m having fun exploring around here i m not home sick at all&lt;br /&gt;but come to think abt it, this is what's home for rite?&lt;br /&gt;it's a place where u turn to at times like this rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought myself a pot of purple flower to decorate my window side today&lt;br /&gt;bought a purple laundry bag too&lt;br /&gt;together with my purple duvet cover n bedsheet&lt;br /&gt;so my room look really purple now, my fav colour!! ( ehem..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy studying!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115074609937988858?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115074609937988858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115074609937988858' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115074609937988858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115074609937988858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-bbc-world.html' title='ON BBC WORLD~!!'/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115051070859798363</id><published>2006-06-17T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:18:28.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They r my unitmates..taken 2hours ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115051070859798363?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115051070859798363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115051070859798363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115051070859798363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115051070859798363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/06/they-r-my-unitmates.html' title=''/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115051058197048777</id><published>2006-06-17T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:16:21.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kitchen n thatz my silly unitmates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115051058197048777?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115051058197048777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115051058197048777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115051058197048777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115051058197048777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/06/our-kitchen-n-thatz-my-silly-unitmates.html' title=''/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115051039052696951</id><published>2006-06-17T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:13:10.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my room's window.  Glasgow's night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115051039052696951?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115051039052696951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115051039052696951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115051039052696951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115051039052696951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/06/from-my-rooms-window.html' title=''/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115051020632282715</id><published>2006-06-17T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:10:06.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_0003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_0003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wardrob..note the baseball stick. I got it from the dustbin to hand my clothes. arent i m so creative, inovative and motivatif?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115051020632282715?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115051020632282715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115051020632282715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115051020632282715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115051020632282715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-wardrob.html' title=''/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115051009886876277</id><published>2006-06-17T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:08:18.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this shelf the most. dunno y...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115051009886876277?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115051009886876277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115051009886876277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115051009886876277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115051009886876277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-like-this-shelf-most.html' title=''/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115050950474195982</id><published>2006-06-17T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T09:59:22.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_0002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_0002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lil "office"&lt;br /&gt;(plz note the burukness of my table lamp. FCUK!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115050950474195982?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115050950474195982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115050950474195982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115050950474195982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115050950474195982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-lil-office-plz-note-burukness-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115050944468499213</id><published>2006-06-17T09:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T09:57:24.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_0001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_0001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115050944468499213?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115050944468499213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115050944468499213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115050944468499213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115050944468499213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-my-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21261609.post-115050936338337901</id><published>2006-06-17T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T09:56:03.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/1600/IMG_0004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1669/320/IMG_0004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Laine's lil room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21261609-115050936338337901?l=eelainee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/feeds/115050936338337901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21261609&amp;postID=115050936338337901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115050936338337901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21261609/posts/default/115050936338337901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eelainee.blogspot.com/2006/06/welcome-to-laines-lil-room.html' title=''/><author><name>L a I n e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00760928585303492825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l202/limeelaine/ABCD0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
