<?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-8439992532500610213</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:46:33.668-08:00</updated><category term='Motherhood'/><category term='Drinking'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Miri Jazz Fest'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Little girl&apos;s games'/><category term='Dieting'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='Farewell'/><category term='Horoscope'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='Something to Share'/><category term='Reunion....'/><category term='Pilates'/><category term='Comics'/><category term='Golf'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Fustrated'/><category term='Yoga'/><category term='BRIDEX 2007'/><category term='Romanticism'/><category term='Disney on Ice'/><category term='Blurness'/><category term='Charity'/><category term='Overseas'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Celebration'/><category term='Interesting... and true'/><category term='Baby Mischa'/><category term='Depressed'/><category term='Training'/><category term='Cultural'/><category term='Venting'/><title type='text'>Funny tales of a blur gal</title><subtitle type='html'>Funny encounters in the life of a super blur gal...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-4384838366050641572</id><published>2007-09-11T00:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:44:08.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>Animal Shelter.</title><content type='html'>Yeah! Finally!!! the animal shelter we have partition for so long has finally become concrete. All the effort we have put into has not been a waste. I have came to hear about the idea of an animal shelter  from my financial controller. She has pulled me into her cause and I have tried to help as much as i can as i am a doggie lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl..... this animal shelter needs funding and all the support it can get. If you are a animal lover and do not mind volunteering some of your time or effort or money to support this cause.... please let me know!!! Thanks ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-4384838366050641572?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4384838366050641572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=4384838366050641572&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4384838366050641572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4384838366050641572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/09/animal-shelter.html' title='Animal Shelter.'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-7312640613349275838</id><published>2007-07-26T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T00:17:54.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post</title><content type='html'>This is going to be my last post. Thank you for showing ur concerns and for being there to listen when i needed to vent. I really really really appreciate it.... i do not know how i could have gone thru a few rough spots and stand up again without the support shown by u guys. Thank you so so much. Good Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-7312640613349275838?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7312640613349275838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=7312640613349275838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7312640613349275838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7312640613349275838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-post.html' title='Last post'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-8028835089272618184</id><published>2007-07-26T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:14:24.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RqmNKSmMbQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NQj0ValE0jg/s1600-h/20070723cplis-a-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091756061649300738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RqmNKSmMbQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NQj0ValE0jg/s400/20070723cplis-a-p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-8028835089272618184?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8028835089272618184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=8028835089272618184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/8028835089272618184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/8028835089272618184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-is_26.html' title='Love is....'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RqmNKSmMbQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NQj0ValE0jg/s72-c/20070723cplis-a-p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-3723570089285596194</id><published>2007-07-24T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T20:41:26.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Love is.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RqbGXimMbPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gaCGWBWWKWk/s1600-h/20070724cplis-a-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090974536515218674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RqbGXimMbPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gaCGWBWWKWk/s400/20070724cplis-a-p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-3723570089285596194?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3723570089285596194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=3723570089285596194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3723570089285596194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3723570089285596194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-is_24.html' title='Love is.....'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RqbGXimMbPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gaCGWBWWKWk/s72-c/20070724cplis-a-p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-7097176200629382775</id><published>2007-07-24T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T18:09:02.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Lee</title><content type='html'>I went thru Lee's Blog this morning to check out her trip to Perth... and found tat she had tagged me with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090943917693365474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RqaqhSmMbOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/SoUvKPtPArY/s400/rockinblogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl.... u rock my virtual world too! Thanks for the tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will like to tag a few fellow bloggers who has made my sometimes boring office hours alot more interesting...... Liz, Sia, Esjay and Faith.... the rest... u know who u r.... u have already been tagged by Lee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-7097176200629382775?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7097176200629382775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=7097176200629382775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7097176200629382775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7097176200629382775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/07/tagged-by-lee.html' title='Tagged by Lee'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RqaqhSmMbOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/SoUvKPtPArY/s72-c/rockinblogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-4229529654380176101</id><published>2007-07-24T01:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T01:33:57.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><title type='text'>Love is.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RqW5XymMbNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/brBHEm8r9RY/s1600-h/20070716cplis-a-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090678772182314194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RqW5XymMbNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/brBHEm8r9RY/s400/20070716cplis-a-p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RqW4vSmMbMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dhV6Fz-fzCI/s1600-h/20070716cplis-a-p.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/8439992532500610213-4229529654380176101?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4229529654380176101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=4229529654380176101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4229529654380176101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4229529654380176101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-is.html' title='Love is.....'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RqW5XymMbNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/brBHEm8r9RY/s72-c/20070716cplis-a-p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-1547988666120295258</id><published>2007-07-18T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:15:17.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Blogging</title><content type='html'>Not going to write for a while... sorry... no mood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-1547988666120295258?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1547988666120295258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=1547988666120295258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/1547988666120295258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/1547988666120295258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-blogging.html' title='Not Blogging'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-1818938848370672770</id><published>2007-07-12T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T18:34:04.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Mischa'/><title type='text'>Sorry have been MIA</title><content type='html'>Have not blogged for the pass few days... so many things happening at the same time... was on mc for 4 days (gastric ulcers)... come back to the office and have a massive workload to clear... alot of customer quotations, the start of a new relationship... and the raise of a new status as i have just been upgraded to a God MUM to BABY Mischa! Congrats George and Pei.... so so happy for u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting ard waiting outside the delivery ward for 5 hours. It was worth the wait... I just wanted to show my support for my bestest fren in this world eventhough the doctors did not let me at her side as i was not family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel like a dad waiting for their newborn child. Now i understand how the guys are feeling. The relief after hearing that both the mother and baby is safe makes me wanna celebrate with champagne and cigars! I feel like dancing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-1818938848370672770?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1818938848370672770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=1818938848370672770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/1818938848370672770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/1818938848370672770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/07/sorry-have-been-mia.html' title='Sorry have been MIA'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-8569452896868476059</id><published>2007-07-08T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T01:23:27.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romanticism'/><title type='text'>Like me... like me not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RpHwWyebnvI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vcM-4KU3eaw/s1600-h/daydream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085109728575201010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RpHwWyebnvI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vcM-4KU3eaw/s320/daydream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was just talking to liz... she said i should blog about this topic... i was the girl who said that "If he likes me he has to tell me or i will not know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://insanityoverrated.wordpress.com/2007/06/27/like-me-like-me-not/"&gt;http://insanityoverrated.wordpress.com/2007/06/27/like-me-like-me-not/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still stand by the point about having to tell the girl! Sometimes girls lives in a disillustionalise world. And when u happen to like somebody you become unsure and u think about a lot of stupid things. So telling a girl kinda assure her a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... action or words??? Will find out and let u know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-8569452896868476059?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8569452896868476059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=8569452896868476059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/8569452896868476059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/8569452896868476059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/07/was-just-talking-to-liz.html' title='Like me... like me not!'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RpHwWyebnvI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vcM-4KU3eaw/s72-c/daydream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-1434759228150355298</id><published>2007-07-05T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:38:00.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reunion....'/><title type='text'>RSVP Reminder</title><content type='html'>Was chatting with Wei on facebook. Please be reminded tat those who wants to attend the reunion in december to RSVP latest by the 31st July 2007 at the reunion website. Hope to see as many ppl as we can.... CLASS OF 97! So tell everybody u see... we can get hold of as many emails as we wish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-1434759228150355298?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1434759228150355298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=1434759228150355298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/1434759228150355298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/1434759228150355298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/07/rsvp-reminder.html' title='RSVP Reminder'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-7774647627875166353</id><published>2007-07-04T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:41:33.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What is wrong with this world?</title><content type='html'>One of my fren broke down last night. She always seems like a happy person.... but her gigantic and pressurized storage capacity for stress and insecurity really scares me. How can she bottle up so much stress and sadness within herself? No wonder she broke down. Sometimes u need to vent it bit by bit... I guess i am not good enuf a fren to notice the pain she is in :&lt; I feel terrible actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me realised how hard and difficult life actually is.... everyone trying to show the world how strong they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just asked me the other day... "What is wrong with being weak? what is wrong with crying?" I actually went speechless. U keep on hearing... u have to be strong... u have to be strong.... BUT... WAT is WRONG with being WEAK??? Everybody needs tender loving care. What is wrong with asking for it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-7774647627875166353?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7774647627875166353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=7774647627875166353&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7774647627875166353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7774647627875166353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-is-wrong-with-this-world.html' title='What is wrong with this world?'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-5121183619258748533</id><published>2007-07-03T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:40:47.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horoscope'/><title type='text'>OMG! Its so true!</title><content type='html'>Dear Alex,&lt;br /&gt;Here is your AstroSlam&lt;br /&gt;for Sunday, July 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What starts out as a happy, sun shiny day will make a sudden hard right into explosive disaster, in the blink of an eye. Be sure to wear your flak jacket and your Kevlar underwear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-5121183619258748533?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5121183619258748533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=5121183619258748533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/5121183619258748533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/5121183619258748533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg-its-so-true.html' title='OMG! Its so true!'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-6654245869518428549</id><published>2007-07-01T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T02:01:34.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><title type='text'>Did it actually happened?</title><content type='html'>It came and went just like a dream... so fast... so europhic yet so unrealistic and heartbreaking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-6654245869518428549?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6654245869518428549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=6654245869518428549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/6654245869518428549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/6654245869518428549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/07/did-it-actually-happened.html' title='Did it actually happened?'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-4344949272856949073</id><published>2007-06-27T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:20:41.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depressed'/><title type='text'>How come all the blogs i am reading sounds so depressing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And its making me depress too! I need some cheering up! Tell me a joke! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080995927294713570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RoNS4CebnuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_0IoMkoWSoQ/s320/depressed.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-4344949272856949073?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4344949272856949073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=4344949272856949073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4344949272856949073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4344949272856949073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-come-all-blogs-i-am-reading-sounds.html' title='How come all the blogs i am reading sounds so depressing!'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RoNS4CebnuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_0IoMkoWSoQ/s72-c/depressed.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-8846381910503248141</id><published>2007-06-27T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:37:54.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Updates...</title><content type='html'>Felt like i have lost touch with some of my mates... so many ppl asking me how i have been lately ... and wat i have been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick as a dog actually. Caught a flu while partying at Labuan... must be all the drinking and the late nite... come back and had to get back to work... so no MC for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying low this few weeks. Haven't been to the club and cutting down on limteh sessions. Been busy with dinners with customers though. Been out every night just tat i did not go the any of our usual hang out place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my calender... this whole month is all about work. Work dos... black tie events... it does get a bit tiring. I need some time for myself. Sorry about the party... i had to cancel it as i have gotten word tat it will get raided. And luckily i did cos a few place did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be doing my 3rd tennis lesson with rach tonight... its going well... at least i can hit the ball over the net now... running ard has been good for me! At least i felt a lot healthier. Golf lessons has been a bit non-existing this month as Neil was leaving brunei for good... so i do not have any golf or dissing partner anymore. Will definately miss his british humour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ppl... i am still alive and kicking.... just been busy and a bit stress out with my work and my private life... but i am hanging in there...... !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-8846381910503248141?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8846381910503248141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=8846381910503248141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/8846381910503248141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/8846381910503248141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/06/updates.html' title='Updates...'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-7236164663834304603</id><published>2007-06-26T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T19:52:29.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><title type='text'>I sound like i am going to be a scary mum!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Rach has cravings for Indian food. So we went to Le taj for lunch. Hehehe.. i love it when rach orders cos i dun need to use my brains and she will order food tat i like. :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After truckloads of garlic nan, poppadums and cashew pilau rice later... Clyde was made to walk back to his office while the rest of us girls walked over to mothercare. hehehehe... This is the shop i only get to come in when we need to shop for baby one month old pressies. Hehhe we went mad over those Winnie - the - pooh hats and took some pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brunei sale is on... so we wanted to go and see wat we can get for pei... but the thing was.. we dunno if its going to be a boy or a girl yet... so its so hard to decide wat to get. At the end.. i bought a hat... for myself :) in the kids department. Its so so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of a sudden, rach comment tat she can see me going towards the extreme when i have kids next time... staying at home most of the time and dotting on my kids. Ballets, piano, tennis lessons... fairy tales dresses and cute hats.... being a demanding and extremely ambitious mother. (~_~)" Sounds so scary.... sounds like my own mum! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080571253813386962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RoHQoyebntI/AAAAAAAAAOI/mPiVe6ke_yw/s320/Supermum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the worst thing is... she say i will stop being a party girl....HAHAHA i still cannot see myself doing tat though LOL! We'll see rach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-7236164663834304603?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7236164663834304603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=7236164663834304603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7236164663834304603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7236164663834304603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-sound-like-i-am-going-to-be-scary-mum.html' title='I sound like i am going to be a scary mum!!!'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RoHQoyebntI/AAAAAAAAAOI/mPiVe6ke_yw/s72-c/Supermum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-3739306278787268659</id><published>2007-06-26T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:26:05.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overseas'/><title type='text'>Party in Labuan</title><content type='html'>Decided last min to go to labuan to club since party was cancelled. Was so hype up for the party and i feel like shit when i had to cancel. But better to be safe than sorry. Trip was only confirmed at ard noon time and we plan to take the 4:30 boat. I had to rush home to pack, shower and sort out a few errands before i can leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to leave the house before my parents came back from miri so tat i dun need to explain so much.... but they got back early. Mum was grumbling about me having to leave town again.... i had to give her a lame excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to get our tickets. Boat was actually quite full. Am quite surprise as its mid month and most ppl has already ran out of cash. SLept the whole boat trip was so so sleepy... i am sacrificing my saturday nap time for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check in at Sheraton and it was fully booked :S... so we decided to stay at the executive floor instead. Beats staying in the other hotel even though we had to pay more. Dump our bags and went back stairs to look for a saloon to wash our hair... i can't believe parkson close at 7:30!!! Wat do ppl do here? I think i will die of boredom if i have to stay in this town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of a hair wash which we couldn;t get... we decided to go for a massage instead. Julie and I decided on Thai. Oh dear.... not professional at all. The two thai massage girls was chatting the whole time and stop for couple of minutes to sakai over my tattoo and nails.... i wan my money back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour of massage... we went to the old part of time to have seafood for dinner..... oh dear... i dun like to go eat seafood... :S cos tat's the time i have to expose my lousiness! I dunno how to eat seafood properly... so the whole time i was struggling with the prawn shells and the crab claws. Luckily Jon was sweet enuf to peel some for me. While i was juggling with my food... the rest was licking their fingers while enjoying themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished out dinner at ard 10+ and decided to go back to the hotel to change and get ready for the night out. Manage to hit the club at ard 11:15. Finian drop in to say hi too. WE ordered a bottle of chivas and started the nite's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like a hooker magnet! Dunno why all them floats towards me :SSSS Wat is wrong????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe got pissed drunk and didn't remember much... only tat we party till 3+... tapau chicken wing... eat and went to bed. Overall a GREAT nite out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up NOT HANGOVER but still DRUNK!!!!! Had to take a boat ride back too.... with Flu, Fever and MASSIVE headache.... i feel terrible!..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-3739306278787268659?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3739306278787268659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=3739306278787268659&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3739306278787268659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3739306278787268659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/06/decided-last-min-to-go-to-labuan-to.html' title='Party in Labuan'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-2441961096685072213</id><published>2007-06-20T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T18:56:27.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>Keith and Jessica's Wedding</title><content type='html'>GOt the invitation for their wedding from Gav during Irene's bday. A few days before tat Cyril and Irene tempt me about going to miri with them instead. I so wanted to go too but after realising tat wedding is one of the biggest event in my fren's life, I decided to attend the wedding instead. Miri i can always go some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't think of any other person who will be invited as i have not hang out with keith for ages. Only an odd dinner celebrations for frens here and there. Was a bit worried on who i will be sitting with. I hate going to wedding banquet especially when i am going alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came as a surprise when i was greeted by colin at the front door. I didn't know there are frens. First thing colin tells me is... vun u r in table 17. WIth Jonathan. Ok... when i walked over... OOOOhhhh With Ollie, Chan, Joanna and Fui. hehehe i know u! And when i look over to the next few tables.... i know u, u, u and u too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH God! I was surrounded by frens. It was a great nite! We drank a lot too.... i didn't realised how much pictures i took until i browse thru them on Monday when i wanted to upload them into my pc... they are so so funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-2441961096685072213?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2441961096685072213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=2441961096685072213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/2441961096685072213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/2441961096685072213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/06/keith-and-jessicas-wedding.html' title='Keith and Jessica&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-3241810994077594369</id><published>2007-06-15T01:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:30:49.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Quarter-life crisis?</title><content type='html'>Been chatting with a few frens lately. Almost everyone seems a bit down.... and frustrated about one thing or another. It might be something related to work... or they are not happy with the love life... dissatisfaction more like. We have reached a time where we are looking back at wat we have done so far... and try to evaluate wat we have achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career?&lt;br /&gt;Car?&lt;br /&gt;House?&lt;br /&gt;Partner?&lt;br /&gt;Money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many ticks do u have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-3241810994077594369?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3241810994077594369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=3241810994077594369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3241810994077594369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3241810994077594369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/06/quarter-life-crisis.html' title='Quarter-life crisis?'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-4227094681215666429</id><published>2007-06-15T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:42:37.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting... and true'/><title type='text'>Letter to a friend</title><content type='html'>Dear Alcohol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First &amp; foremost, let me tell you thatI'm a huge fan of yours. As my friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around at the holidays, hidden inside chocolates, as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings. However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the suggestion that any conversation of substance or necessity takes place after 2 a.m. Why would you make me call those ex-boyfriends/girlfriends when I know for a fact they do not want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest that I eat a taco with fire sauce, along with a big Italian meatball and some stale bbq chips (washed down with WINE &amp;amp; topped off with a Kit Kat after a few cheese curls &amp; chili cheese fries)? I'm an eclectic eater, but I think you went too far this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Clumsiness: Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to do more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer the issue home by causing me to fall down. It's completely unnecessary, and the black &amp;amp; blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the next day are beyond me. Similarly, it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front door key into the lock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Furthermore: The hangovers have GOT to stop. This is getting ridiculous. I know a little penance for our previous evening's debauchery may be in order, but the 3pm hangover immobility is completely unacceptable. My entire day is shot. I ask that, if the proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B, bread products, aspirin) prior to going to sleep/passing out face down on the kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn, the hangover should be minimal &amp; in no way interfere with my daily activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now &amp;amp; would like to ensure that we remain on good terms.You've been the invoker of great stories, the provocation for much laughters, and the needed companion when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets. In order to continue this friendship,I ask that you carefully review my grievances above &amp; address them immediately. I will look for an answer no later than Thursday 3pm (pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions &amp;amp; hopefully, we can continue this fruitful partnership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAYWHEN DRUNK:&lt;br /&gt;1. Innovative 2. Preliminary 3.Proliferation 4. Cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAYWHEN DRUNK:&lt;br /&gt;1. Specificity 2. British Constitution3. Passive-aggressive disorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLETO SAY WHEN DRUNK:&lt;br /&gt;1. Thanks, but I don't want to have sex.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nope, no more beer for me.3&lt;br /&gt;. Sorry, but you're not really my type.&lt;br /&gt;4. Good evening, officer. Isn't it lovely out tonight?&lt;br /&gt;5. Oh, I couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing&lt;br /&gt;6. Fight? No way. Let's sit down and talk this out&lt;br /&gt;7. Text message? No I have sent enough for the night&lt;br /&gt;8. Dance? No I should't I should just sit here in the bar stool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspaceantics.com/image-totally-drunk.jpg.html" title="Click Image to add"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspaceantics.com/images/funny/totally-drunk.jpg" border="0" alt="totally drunk " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspaceantics.com" target="_blank"&gt;MySpace Graphics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.profiledough.com/register.php?uid=antics"&gt;MySPACE MONEY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-4227094681215666429?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4227094681215666429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=4227094681215666429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4227094681215666429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4227094681215666429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/06/letter-to-friend.html' title='Letter to a friend'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-6644757983475237119</id><published>2007-06-13T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:34:12.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinking'/><title type='text'>Beer run for my party!</title><content type='html'>After a late night last night... dinner with philip then limteh with jonathan and irene.... slept till 3pm. Had to meet the rest of the kaki at Irene's office... so drag myself out of my cosy duvet to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backpack - checked&lt;br /&gt;insect repellent - checked&lt;br /&gt;Mosquito patch - checked&lt;br /&gt;Money - checked&lt;br /&gt;Passport - checked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool... am good to go. Managed to hitch a ride from Daddy hehehee no need to drive. Rach dearest swap car with her uncle just so tat we can go down using a 7-seater. It was so nice... we watched "friends" the whole way and i didn't even realised that an hour has flown by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clyde and Cyril ask me why i bought a backpack with me... told them so tat i dun need to carry my wine using my hands... which the plastic usually cuts thru. They don't sound very convinced. Hehehe can't wait for my first bottle of beer... its so hot... luckily am in tank top and shorts. Linggi here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ fish, BBQ chicken wing, fried chicken wing, friend noodles, BBQ pork stick... i think we got everything hehehe.... darn.... no lamb... Lamb uncle not ard :&lt; This is foodie heaven! A cold beer in hand and lots and lots of junk food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene ordered 2 bottles of wine for us to share... and then we ordered some other drinks as well. We took so many stupid pictures.... when looking at the pictures u can read a running commentary..... so i am not going to blog about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for almost an hour for our tapau to arrive. HEHEHEHE now Clyde appreciates my ingenuity of bringing a backpack along hehehehe... told u guys i was right! This is a season beer runner talking! Hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-6644757983475237119?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6644757983475237119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=6644757983475237119&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/6644757983475237119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/6644757983475237119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/06/beer-run-for-my-party.html' title='Beer run for my party!'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-3646050148739415116</id><published>2007-06-13T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T18:15:39.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Rach's lunch cookout!</title><content type='html'>Lisa was back in brunei for a week. I bumped into her while i was lim-tehing with Gie at Fluer-de-lys. WE chatted for a while and she wanted me to organise a lunch or dinner with the rest of the ppl she has not seen for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON wed, Lisa, IRene, Rach, Clyde and I went to Lucky for lunch. Lisa requested for a HOME-COOKED meal at Rach's place. Which is why Rach was slaving from early morning on a saturday to cook us a big lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a car so i message Irene to picked me up. Lisa tot i was driving so she called me to pick her! Hehehe... I was trying out my luck to see if Gavin will pick me up in his RX-8. HAHAHA but nope... he live just right next to Rach and driving all the way to beribi to pick me up just do not justified it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene was suppose to go early to help out... but because she had to pick us up.. we only manage to arrive at rach's at ard 12:30. Everyone was starving when we smell the roast chicken in the air as we entered the house. As none of the guys have yet to arrive... all of us help Rach to move her table out to the living room area. While irene help rach to cut the chicken into portions, Lisa and I went to Huaho to help her buy Apple Cider Vinegar for the 3-bean salad. (Driving Irene's volvo) hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meal was so so good! I love the chicken gravy.... still drooling when i think about it. Catched up with wat the rest of them have been up to and ask Clyde to drop me at Coffee zone to meet up with Neil. Was suppose to meet him later tat night but had to change to afternoon as i have a dinner date ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-3646050148739415116?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3646050148739415116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=3646050148739415116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3646050148739415116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3646050148739415116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/06/rachs-lunch-cookout.html' title='Rach&apos;s lunch cookout!'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-605114073267001343</id><published>2007-06-12T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:29:38.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fustrated'/><title type='text'>Wat??? My Horoscope says tat?</title><content type='html'>This person has really gotten under your skin. Sometimes you can't decide if you love or hate the feeling. Well -- can't it be a little of both? Usually strong emotions carry their corollary right along with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-605114073267001343?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/605114073267001343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=605114073267001343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/605114073267001343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/605114073267001343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/06/wat-my-horoscope-says-tat.html' title='Wat??? My Horoscope says tat?'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-1208966566882176203</id><published>2007-06-12T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:28:24.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>New blog site!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rach forward this link to me yesterday --&gt; &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://postsecret.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and i went in to have a look. Some of them just broke my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think tat blog is a good idea... sometimes u just have a deep dark secret and u really have no idea on who u can turn too... telling them to ur frens might taint their perception of who u r... but somehow u need a release somewhere... to just tell someone.... and let it go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one tat moved me was this one... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075076202600495762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rm5K6tgKepI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hu0E8lXblOc/s320/object.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you marry someone else just because the person you love does not object? Couldn't u say no urself? Why do u need someone else to stop u from doing something which u think is not right? Did u think about the feelings of the person you are going to marry? &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/8439992532500610213-1208966566882176203?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1208966566882176203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=1208966566882176203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/1208966566882176203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/1208966566882176203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-blog-site.html' title='New blog site!'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rm5K6tgKepI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hu0E8lXblOc/s72-c/object.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-4991312446227478063</id><published>2007-06-11T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:05:46.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BRIDEX 2007'/><title type='text'>BRIDEX 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rm5FndgKemI/AAAAAAAAANo/Cy_Cbjv5R3s/s1600-h/bridex+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075070374329875042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rm5FndgKemI/AAAAAAAAANo/Cy_Cbjv5R3s/s400/bridex+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of its kind ever to be held in Brunei. Weapons, transmitters, tracking devices, Helicopters... wow... when can u see everything under one roof? Only thing was... the opening ceremony was held on the 31st which is a public holiday.. therefore... i had drag my arse out of bed at 6:30am.... YAWN~ q(^o^)p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in the office at 7:30. Need to meet up with everyone involved... do a briefing... and get to ICC before the roads are closed. It feels kinda exciting to be involved with something so grand. They say HM is going to arrive at ard 10am so i went out to the lobby to join the crowd in welcoming the royal entourage. Just as they were coming towards me... i got pushed from the back and wow... got to shake hands with all of them :) Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited until 1:30 before HM made his way to our booth... we had the RDV and the armoured car on display. Its such an honour to be able to meet the dignitaries head and all the big shots in the ministry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-4991312446227478063?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4991312446227478063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=4991312446227478063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4991312446227478063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4991312446227478063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/06/bridex-2007.html' title='BRIDEX 2007'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rm5FndgKemI/AAAAAAAAANo/Cy_Cbjv5R3s/s72-c/bridex+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-2108885579469606842</id><published>2007-06-11T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T02:05:22.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>King Siew's Wedding</title><content type='html'>It was a surprise when i came across their wedding pictures on friendster... being me... i straight away drop him a message hehehe... wah... when u got married wo... so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when i first came back from uk and just started picking my life back in brunei... he was one of the few ppl i hang out with. Pei and I bumped into his group during one of our lim teh session in coffee zone... and we just started hanging out after tat. It just feels familiar as we have all been classmates in Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first year i came back, TY celebrate my bday for me... he asked a whole bunch of them out to coffee zone kiulap... and i got a slice of cheese cake with candle. Aubrey, eng, king siew, rueben, and some other frens was there... the boys was teasing king siew that he should get a gf soon as he was the only one in the group without one then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years down the road.... of all the ppl who were there tat nite... King Siew was the first to surprise us with a red bomb... i just couldn't stop laughing when i remember that lim teh session when everyone was laughing at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a small and happy occasion at I-Lotus for his wedding banquet. I manage to meet up with a lot of ppl i have not seen for a long time... ppl i have met when i first hang out with king siew's group. Some of them do not even recognise me anymore. King siew is still so similar to the kid i used to know and bully with pei in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His group of brothers was so sporting.... singing and entertaining the rest of us so merrily. We actually finish all the alcohol he provide for us... hehehehe a big bunch of drinkers heheehe... but its was a night of celebration.... King Siew... congrats and am so happy for u that u have found ur love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-2108885579469606842?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2108885579469606842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=2108885579469606842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/2108885579469606842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/2108885579469606842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/06/king-siews-wedding.html' title='King Siew&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-7163042386511935516</id><published>2007-06-08T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:22:17.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><title type='text'>You Know You're Living in 2007 When...</title><content type='html'>1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.&lt;br /&gt;3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.&lt;br /&gt;4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.&lt;br /&gt;6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.&lt;br /&gt;7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.&lt;br /&gt;10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.&lt;br /&gt;11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )&lt;br /&gt;12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.&lt;br /&gt;14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.&lt;br /&gt;15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-7163042386511935516?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7163042386511935516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=7163042386511935516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7163042386511935516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7163042386511935516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-know-youre-living-in-2007-when.html' title='You Know You&apos;re Living in 2007 When...'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-7754709006353118759</id><published>2007-06-07T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T01:27:47.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Holiday in Sabah</title><content type='html'>We did our first confine water training at Sibuan island. All our Open water drives are done in Mabul and Kapalai. It was like being in paradise.... white sandy beaches, clear water and deep blue skies. A group of water gypsies stays on the island and we meet a very funny kid who thinks tat his paddle boat is a motorised one.... he can definately row very fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOw... there is so much to remember... BCD checks, buddy system, remember to breathe... but all these was worth it the first time i finally get into the water and realised tat i can breathe.... Siti was telling me about the feeling of neutral buoyancy... and i finally experience wat she was describing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weight belt is so heavy... but i need it to sink to the bottom. wow... do i have to remove and put it back on again in water??? i think my arms are going to get torn off! Ouch! I can see Piers going redder no matter how much sun block he slathered on himself. In just a day i can see a clear tan line on where my wetsuit covers my thighs... i dun wan to get dark!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visibility was not so good but we did manage to see some turtles and alot of fishes i have yet to recognised. I am so impressed with the names Lee can remember on the aquatic life. All i can differentiate are fishes from slugs from corals from turtles :P I dun even know how a barracuda looks like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most impressive thing was the under water wedding tat too place in sipadan.... brides was in veil and the bride's maid was wearing hot pink wetsuits! I need to get the pictures from some of the other divers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too busy looking ard to take picture... and i just find the camera being in the way so for the last 2 dives i did not bother to bring... especially when we have to go thru the test of removing ur BCD on the surface and putting them back on again :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a near-missed and I nearly drown on my second last dive. We had to do a Mask flodding and clearing at 12m. After flooding it... i did not put the mask properly back on my face... everytime i blow it out... it starts flooding again... so i kept breathing water. Gordon... my cute instructor want me to fix the problem under water.... i was in a panic and i kept thinking tat i will drown. I had to pinch my nose to stop myself from breathing thru them. I keep asking myself to relax but it was too much! I was holding onto Gordon for my dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw the panic in my eyes and bought me to the surface. We had to do an emergency stop at 5 m for 3 minutes for decompression. That 3 minutes feels like a lifetime! When i surfaced i felt so thankful tat i am actually alive... there were no flashes of memory but I started praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes to calm myself down and caring support from darling Gordon. I actually wanted to give up... tat incident really freaked me out.. But Gordon was disappointed.... he told me i was doing so well and i shouldn't give up so easily... i only have 1 more dive to go and i would be certified! Gordon gave me so much support and I overcame myself and go down again. Throughout tat dive he was by my side looking after me. I couldn't have made it without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 1 hour rest for lunch... we finally did our last dive. I dun think i can give it up so easily... diving is just so unbelievable! Everything was worth while when i finally got myself certified as a Open Water Diver. I wanted to sign myself up with more dives in Sipadan.... but because of the pressure... i popped a blood capillary in my eye so the doctor said i couldn't dive until my eye gets well :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, other than the hitch about needing to work on my holiday... i did manage to have a great time! I wan to go back again!!! Who is joining me this time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-7754709006353118759?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7754709006353118759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=7754709006353118759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7754709006353118759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7754709006353118759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/06/holiday-in-sabah.html' title='Holiday in Sabah'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-8055869255616285641</id><published>2007-06-06T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:44:36.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Holiday - Day 2</title><content type='html'>The hotel i stayed at was really dodgy... couldn't sleep the whole nite as i can hear traffics all thru the nite. And the aircon was so so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss called me up at 8:30... just got my email... request me to remail him some other information... i am actually at the KK airport boarding my plane to tawau. Have to find WIFI when i arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally caught my first glimpse of Mount Kinabalu... been to KK so many times and still have not seen the mountain. Malu jua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride to semporna was a horror story in itself. The dive shop was suppose to pick me up from the airport and send me to the hotel. But because the lady boss had to run some errands... a 1.5hr ride turn out to be a 2.5hr bumpy car ride... (not to mention high pitch screeching from the lady boss talking to the driver) My head hurts! .... and i only manage to reach the hotel at 2 and had to start our theory classes already. I was so hungry... and only manage to get my lunch at 4pm! I nearly starve to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my course with 3 other person. Jon from Malaysia, Tim from Holland and Piers from the UK. Our instructor is canadian and came over for a working holiday. This whole town is just full of dive shops and divers... everywhere we go we meet divers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally manage to check in to our hotel and found a cyber cafe nearby. The dive shop book us into the only business class hotel in semporna. aihhh need to get some work done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-8055869255616285641?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8055869255616285641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=8055869255616285641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/8055869255616285641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/8055869255616285641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/06/holiday-day-2.html' title='Holiday - Day 2'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-291221492528712573</id><published>2007-05-24T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:45:29.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>First nite at KK - for my so-called holiday!</title><content type='html'>It's always like tat... aihhh... phone never rang for the whole month... just 1/2 hr before i had to go to the airport.... Arnt from the regional office called me from Germany.... talk talk talk.... wow.... so much urgent things to do.... but i am going on my holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called boss up...&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Boss... arnt just call... he need this urgent info!"&lt;br /&gt;Boss: "we will discuss this tomolo morning.."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "But... but ..... but ..... but.... i am on holiday! i am flying to KK now... i can't cancel my trip... everything is paid for!"&lt;br /&gt;Boss: "U get all the info for me now and put it on my desk... i will let u know first thing tomolo!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "OK boss!" (in my mind - i wan to strangle someone!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit... i just remember.... my key is with my colleague... how the f#$k am i suppose to log on to my office pc? Oh shit oh shit.... ohhh.... laptop still at home.... call my dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"daddy can u send my laptop to the airport for me? I need to bring it with me on my HOLIDAY!! :S"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.. spent the first night in KK in coffee bean WORKING!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS... this is like the mexico trip all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RmkHe9gKelI/AAAAAAAAANg/YMG0pQu3F20/s1600-h/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073594683696511570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RmkHe9gKelI/AAAAAAAAANg/YMG0pQu3F20/s400/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To be continue-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-291221492528712573?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/291221492528712573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=291221492528712573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/291221492528712573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/291221492528712573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-nite-at-kk-for-my-so-called.html' title='First nite at KK - for my so-called holiday!'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RmkHe9gKelI/AAAAAAAAANg/YMG0pQu3F20/s72-c/IMG_0198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-7226655838705228633</id><published>2007-05-17T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T19:00:49.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf'/><title type='text'>Golf lesson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Will be taking my first golf lesson with a Pro this coming sunday followed by another one on Wednesday. I have learn golf before... just not with a Pro... so I am so looking forward to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neil was sarcastic enuf to book the lesson for me so that I can practice with him. He said paying $35 for half an hour just to laugh at me is well worth it :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least i dun need to pay for it HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rk0InX7PlxI/AAAAAAAAANY/ecC-ubNzM7o/s1600-h/golf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065714628392097554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rk0InX7PlxI/AAAAAAAAANY/ecC-ubNzM7o/s400/golf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-7226655838705228633?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7226655838705228633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=7226655838705228633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7226655838705228633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7226655838705228633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/05/golf-lesson.html' title='Golf lesson!'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rk0InX7PlxI/AAAAAAAAANY/ecC-ubNzM7o/s72-c/golf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-9006331679831609716</id><published>2007-05-13T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:48:56.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri Jazz Fest'/><title type='text'>Fab! Fab! Fab Jazz Fest!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow... i never knew tot jazz can be so impressive! The sax, piano, trumpet, keyboard, drums, bongos, sitar... all combined together to make the sweetest music tat u wan to buggie to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach miri at ard 4:30 but by the time we finish doing errands for my mum and snuck in a happy hour and a hair wash... i nearly didn't have enuf time to get ready cos James was picking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to call him last min to tell him to go there first... i nag my bro to ask him to drop me off later on his way to dinner with aaron. On the drive back to my grandma.... in order to save time... i was putting on my contact lens in the car as well as putting my mask on. I had to crawl under the dashboard so tat on coming traffic and cars at the side cannot see wat i was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach my grans at ard 6:55. This is the fastest "getting ready" ever... i change, put on make up and get everything ready in 10 mins! Dash back into the car n rushed to Park Every Hotel... to where the fest is being held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.... this place looks fantastic... and the crowd was massive... luckily larry manage to get me a free ticket... tickets there were sold out! Thanks Larry! U r a sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfN-EsrpYI/AAAAAAAAALw/pmvGJBakVQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064242772298147202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfN-EsrpYI/AAAAAAAAALw/pmvGJBakVQ8/s400/IMG_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pavillion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfN-ksrpZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gLLuKWOXOzE/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064242780888081810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfN-ksrpZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gLLuKWOXOzE/s400/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd who prefer to stay outside under the stars right next to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfN_EsrpaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7uDnJoN8g4c/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064242789478016418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfN_EsrpaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7uDnJoN8g4c/s400/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fest started with the German / Moroccan combo... sitar and piano. The exotic music transport u to the realms of the 1001 nights. With us sitting right under the starry sky... the night and setting cannot get more romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfTBUsrpbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2252YlA5rQc/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064248325690860978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfTBUsrpbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2252YlA5rQc/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having our dinner picnic styled... with a cold heiny in hand. This is the life... we definately should do this more often. After some "curry fish ball" and chips... we decided to go back into the pavillion to enjoy the next band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfTB0srpcI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kwtofoI52bU/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064248334280795586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfTB0srpcI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kwtofoI52bU/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James, Boon's gf Lumi and Boon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfTCEsrpdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZkZv1S-HE-A/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064248338575762898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfTCEsrpdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZkZv1S-HE-A/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so so good.... George the washing machine.... they just had so much stage presence and interact with the crowd so well. The songs they play are so wacky that it make me feel like i am in ireland... and tat i should be drinking guiness instead. i can see two kids dancing and shaking their butt with the beat... so so cute!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfTBUsrpbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2252YlA5rQc/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfUQ0srpeI/AAAAAAAAAMg/O_f7B8DrzZk/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064249691490461154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfUQ0srpeI/AAAAAAAAAMg/O_f7B8DrzZk/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George the washing machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfWwksrpfI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-iW_hAHZSZE/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064252435974563314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfWwksrpfI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-iW_hAHZSZE/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 dancing kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfWw0srpgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/AfV1fwG2SL4/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064252440269530626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfWw0srpgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/AfV1fwG2SL4/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asif group was fab too... the songs are more dancy and the crowd was dancing under the moonlight. I know of a few frens who are coming to watch too... but because of the vast space and the huge crowd... i can't seem to find anyone at all. Ony manage to bump into Eric and his gf, Mohan and the group i partied in KK .... and a few of my miri frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfbKEsrpjI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YY9QKxC6_8/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064257272107738674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfbKEsrpjI/AAAAAAAAANI/5YY9QKxC6_8/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohan is there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfbJEsrphI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tWpUo9b_j68/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064257254927869458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfbJEsrphI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tWpUo9b_j68/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w James and Lumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav was the Havana Sax.... u should watch them play live to aprreciate wat these jazz performers can do!!!!! I was so mersmerized. Towards the end when the dirty dozen was playing all the group came together for the grand finale.... i dun think they have ever play together before but everyone seems to be able to blend in with each other even though they all have their indivicual styles. i can only say one word.. ."WOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing happen toward the 2nd last song... they ask some of the ladies from the crowd to go up on stage to dance.... one of the girls... just started grooving like its her own concert and grab the mic to sing!!!!!! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party finished at ard 1 am... because we have been so relax the whole time... it did not feel tat late at all. We left and walk toward the car... i've ask James to drop me at balcony to meet up with my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James had a surprise for me in the car... he actually got me a bouquet of pink roses.... awwwwwww... i am so touched! (o^_^o) Thanks sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkffI0srpkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/cX1WMwcITHU/s1600-h/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064261648679413314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkffI0srpkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/cX1WMwcITHU/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pink roses...&lt;br /&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/8439992532500610213-9006331679831609716?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/9006331679831609716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=9006331679831609716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/9006331679831609716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/9006331679831609716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/05/fab-fab-fab-jazz-fest.html' title='Fab! Fab! Fab Jazz Fest!!!!'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkfN-EsrpYI/AAAAAAAAALw/pmvGJBakVQ8/s72-c/IMG_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-4754094855092976945</id><published>2007-05-10T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T19:36:26.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little girl&apos;s games'/><title type='text'>This is so addictive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.thedollpalace.com/" title="Dress Up Games, Doll Makers and Cartoon Dolls @ The Doll Palace"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thedollpalace.com/dollmaker/doll-maker-get-doll-19158967.png" border="0" alt="Dress Up Games, Doll Makers and Cartoon Dolls @ The Doll Palace"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-4754094855092976945?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4754094855092976945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=4754094855092976945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4754094855092976945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4754094855092976945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/05/thisis-so-addictive.html' title='This is so addictive!'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-9093283427070431919</id><published>2007-05-10T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T19:36:47.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little girl&apos;s games'/><title type='text'>Dress up doll is so fun! I miss my childhood days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.thedollpalace.com/" title="Dress Up Games, Doll Makers and Cartoon Dolls @ The Doll Palace"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thedollpalace.com/dollmaker/doll-maker-get-doll-19141690.png" border="0" alt="Dress Up Games, Doll Makers and Cartoon Dolls @ The Doll Palace"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-9093283427070431919?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/9093283427070431919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=9093283427070431919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/9093283427070431919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/9093283427070431919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/05/dress-up-doll-is-so-fun-i-miss-my.html' title='Dress up doll is so fun! I miss my childhood days'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-4138875740272519891</id><published>2007-05-08T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T01:26:16.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Holiday! Holiday! Holiday!</title><content type='html'>Yeah!!! finally got my diving course in sipadan all sorted out and paid for!!! I so need a holiday. I can't wait! 17 days more to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than 3 weeks... i will be doing all these..... i wan to drool... SIPADAN here i come!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkAwvksrpTI/AAAAAAAAALI/NTJBzy13-yM/s1600-h/DragonInn61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062099575027508530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkAwvksrpTI/AAAAAAAAALI/NTJBzy13-yM/s400/DragonInn61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place i will be staying at... cool rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkAzAUsrpUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RD88UlAYT2w/s1600-h/sipclown3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062102061813572930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkAzAUsrpUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RD88UlAYT2w/s400/sipclown3.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/8439992532500610213-4138875740272519891?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4138875740272519891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=4138875740272519891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4138875740272519891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4138875740272519891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/05/holiday-holiday-holiday.html' title='Holiday! Holiday! Holiday!'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkAwvksrpTI/AAAAAAAAALI/NTJBzy13-yM/s72-c/DragonInn61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-4017463848540769662</id><published>2007-05-04T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T20:56:20.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Cyril and Boon's Birthday Sunday.</title><content type='html'>So didn't wan to wake up tat sunday! I just wan to laze in bed doing nothing.... but as Irene know how bad i am in keeping to my appointment on a SUnday (Because i tend to say yes and then cancel last min... when it is on a SUNDAY), she offered to pick me up... just to make sure tat i cannot come out with any stupid excuse to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She arrived at ard 12:30 with Boon... and we took a long leisure drive to Kuala Lurah.... lunch to celebrate boon's bday with him and to bring alcohol back for his party tat night. The drive just seems so long cos we were hungry... luckily i ate a "chan pau" from Phong Mun before entering her car... so i will be the one complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene could find her brunei car form... but not the malaysia one in her car... so we had to park on the brunei side of the border and walk across...under the HOT HOT sun. luckily i was in my shorts and tank top and flip flops... i look ready to hit the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjvuIUsrpKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IIIeV6ySU9w/s1600-h/P1040445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060900433043367074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjvuIUsrpKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IIIeV6ySU9w/s400/P1040445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon - red liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjvuJUsrpMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/CUO676Hlejs/s1600-h/P1040449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060900450223236290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjvuJUsrpMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/CUO676Hlejs/s400/P1040449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with my two fav drink in KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Linggi and one other bbq chicken wing shop is open.... but we still manage to pig out! Drinking warm beer in a hot hot day is an experience of its own. I seem to get tipsy a bit faster too cos of the profuse sweating.... only manage to down a bottle of san miguel light and a bottle of Redz and lots and lots of pork stick and chicken wings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjvuI0srpLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/u9JpYGtYB2s/s1600-h/P1040448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060900441633301682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjvuI0srpLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/u9JpYGtYB2s/s400/P1040448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how much she drank....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot tahan the heat after a while. SO right after we got our ta pao... we went back to the car. With the new forms system in place... it take ages to cross the custom as we could not get the forms at the shops. Therefore... we can only filled the form up during the que... and cars at the back just keep coming over to complain.... but the thing is... if the custom officers do not let us go pass.... wat r we suppose to do????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tat... cannot tahan... so we went back to irene's to nap nap for a while .... while she showered.... its so good to stay indoors in an air conditioned place.... 1/2 hr later... we went on to bunut mall to get stuff for boon's steam boat party... as well as to get easy way to quench our thrist. Now.... this feels so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sent me back to my place after tat... and its almost 5:30... i had to rush as was going to have dinner with Cyril and Zi at capers for cyrils bday. Cyril said he was going to pick me up at 7. I was quite shocked tat he managed to find my place when he has only came over once. Was quite impressed actually... especially for a foreigner.... half of my local frens get lost trying to find my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was good.... for them... as they had the buffet. I tot i ate a bit too much during lunch... so i only ordered salad.... and thru out dinner... i was lusting over Zi's raviolis. I went to Cyril's place after dinner to wait for Irene. Zi had to go back to work. I stayed till ard 11+ waiting and chatting... not feeling too good as i was still sick. SO i could not make the bdya boy drunk since i can't drink much myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjv1VUsrpNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0QJmhPU8adc/s1600-h/P1040450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060908352963060946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjv1VUsrpNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0QJmhPU8adc/s400/P1040450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she arrives.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjv1V0srpOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HRudGQtJ7bA/s1600-h/P1040451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060908361552995554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjv1V0srpOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HRudGQtJ7bA/s400/P1040451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick... drink up drink up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjv1WUsrpPI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ho7CAQQ-hRQ/s1600-h/P1040453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060908370142930162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjv1WUsrpPI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ho7CAQQ-hRQ/s400/P1040453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww..... so sweet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjv8cEsrpQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/siJTWW9xt4s/s1600-h/P1040454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060916165508572418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjv8cEsrpQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/siJTWW9xt4s/s400/P1040454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For just the two of them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjv8cksrpRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MXdGnf9Yf4M/s1600-h/P1040455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060916174098507026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjv8cksrpRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MXdGnf9Yf4M/s400/P1040455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.... cannot tahan have to go toilet liao HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Irene arrive and she took over that responsibility. And she did manage to show cyril the typical way of celebrating bday in brunei.... she got him to drink until he puke! hehehe I stayed a while longer and make my bro came over to pick me up. It was a fun day.... but i miss my sleep! :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-4017463848540769662?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4017463848540769662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=4017463848540769662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4017463848540769662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4017463848540769662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/05/cyril-and-boons-birthday-sunday.html' title='Cyril and Boon&apos;s Birthday Sunday.'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjvuIUsrpKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IIIeV6ySU9w/s72-c/P1040445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-3442809442393857438</id><published>2007-05-04T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T20:51:39.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farewell'/><title type='text'>Jason's Farewell + Gie and My trip to Miri - Last wkend of March</title><content type='html'>Crazy crazy weekend. Wanted to go to miri with gie... but both of us can't drive... me being my mum superstitious about the grave cleaning week... and Gie being her dad worrying about her car being stolen in miri. SO we tot about cancelling... but last min... when i reach home... i heard tat my bro is driving down to attend Jason's farewell.... so we decided to tag along q(o"o)p yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left quite late in the afternoon... we only did manage to arrive in miri quite late... We went around Boulevard for a while to change money... bad choice... ended up spending too much washing our hair... shopping and doing my nails... which i tot was fab by the way!!! after tat we indulged overselves with a meal of Bah Kut Teh... struggling to eat after my "just done" nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjrpLEsrpAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iCddI_q5Zxo/s1600-h/P1040400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060613507753157634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjrpLEsrpAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iCddI_q5Zxo/s400/P1040400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my nails!!!! Cost me RM$50 :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to my grandma's to drop our luggage... shower and change... put on our make up and get ready for a good night in town. Put on our new clothes.... and my bro's phone has been ringing non-stop as his frens are expecting him at the pub already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great nite with lots and lots of drinks. Crazy pics can be seen at the link under Pictures!!!!!! Bump into a few familiar ppl too.... check out the pics and u get the whole idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After.... ummmm 7-8 whiskey cokes, 1 martini, 1 marguerita, 2 zambucas and a couple of shots of johnny walkers (Green and blue lable - the black label is yuck!) I was pucking at the parking lot at Wilayah Burger place.... their designated supper destination. After tat, we went to jason's room at the imperial to continue drinking and to have supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjruR0srpCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ypqiw3H7DQg/s1600-h/P1040387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060619121275413538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjruR0srpCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ypqiw3H7DQg/s400/P1040387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Label - courtesy of Jason... Yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehe.... where Gie broke Jason;s bottle of Chanel Pour Homme.... which Jason is still whinning about hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjrq1ksrpBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8tkE_QGPvt4/s1600-h/P1040385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060615337409225746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjrq1ksrpBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8tkE_QGPvt4/s400/P1040385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas's broken perfume bottle... in the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally managed to get home at ard 5am... after which we woke up again just in time to meet Jason for "Fish" lunch.... cramp full with fish balls, fish cake, fish noddles, tempura prawns and bbq pork. yum yum... and its Jason's treat too! But the whole day i was like a zombie... i have no idea wat i was doing.... i can't think... and i was just tagging along doing wat ever the others are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceed with our first beer of the day... which Gie and I refused to drink.... not while we still have massive overload of alcohol inside our system. After finishing 2 beers (bro and jason), we went to Boulevard and Parkson to do some last min shopping for Jason Luggage.... and we found this shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjruSUsrpDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/m_zv8iJlfB4/s1600-h/P1040389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060619129865348146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjruSUsrpDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/m_zv8iJlfB4/s400/P1040389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lost eskimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have some ice creams.... before sending to 2 boys back to the pubs for happy hour while gie and i both went back to grandma's to pack and get ready to go back to brunei. Was suppose to leave before dinner... but bro wanted to have dinner first... we decided to stay back to bring Jas out for dinner.... as its his last night in town too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was still trying to look for that Taiwanese restaurant tat bro mentioned about the tea with the flower inside... so since he is here with me... i ask him to bring us there. And..... the do this really good shabu shabu and they REALLY do have tea bag tat will grow into a flower!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjrzEksrpEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JWrmmMwAHmk/s1600-h/P1040415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060624391200285762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjrzEksrpEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JWrmmMwAHmk/s400/P1040415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it looks like in the beginning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjrzFEsrpFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TOhPLfEjAuQ/s1600-h/P1040417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060624399790220370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjrzFEsrpFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TOhPLfEjAuQ/s400/P1040417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is wat happens when u drop it into the water! Cool.. rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjrzFUsrpGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kxS68_AEfxU/s1600-h/P1040425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060624404085187682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjrzFUsrpGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kxS68_AEfxU/s400/P1040425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the spread!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjvXMEsrpII/AAAAAAAAAJs/wk_EPUIng0E/s1600-h/P1040426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060875208700437634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjvXMEsrpII/AAAAAAAAAJs/wk_EPUIng0E/s400/P1040426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas and Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjvXMksrpJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EJ08XhPC2AE/s1600-h/P1040428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060875217290372242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjvXMksrpJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EJ08XhPC2AE/s400/P1040428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the gals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WE had to rushed thru dinner as we have to reach the border before it close. Then bro decide to stay another night.... (should have told us earlier right? then we could have left early :S) Finally send bro n Jas back to Hotel.... la-deh-dah.... drive back to brunei. &lt;/p&gt;Just before reaching the toll.... i realised that my bro's passport is still with me. DARN! called him up... ask him to come pick it up (only 15 mins before border close) ... he say he got no car... ask me to send to his fren house in pujut.... which by the time i do manage to find his fren's house.... i will be stranded in miri! What kind of brother is tat??? PAnic! PANIC! Luckily for darling Gie.... .who kept a clear head... we decided to drive back to the hotel... TO GIVE MY STUPID BRO'S HIS PASSPORT BACK and to stay an extra night.... (which means that we have to get up at 5 am to get back to work tomolo) I am so so sorry Gie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the hotel... i nearly had a crash.... wat a bad April's fool day i am having... after reaching hotel... i let gie tat over the wheel because i do not think i am fit to drive at all. And.... we did managed to get back to brunei just in time to have breakfast with Nick before going into work :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-3442809442393857438?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3442809442393857438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=3442809442393857438&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3442809442393857438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3442809442393857438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/05/jasons-farewell-gie-and-my-trip-to-miri.html' title='Jason&apos;s Farewell + Gie and My trip to Miri - Last wkend of March'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjrpLEsrpAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iCddI_q5Zxo/s72-c/P1040400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-5014817096057446723</id><published>2007-05-01T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:25:47.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reunion....'/><title type='text'>St. Andrew's Class of 97????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjf12Usro_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/PGnGyAH46ls/s1600-h/SAS-reunion-invite_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059783019991901170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjf12Usro_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/PGnGyAH46ls/s400/SAS-reunion-invite_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have 10 years actually zip by without us noticing anything??? Oh god! what has happened to everyone??? i can count a couple of married ones... and some even have kids already.... what have i got to show 10 years after graduating from high school other than my degree and my job??? I can't think of anything impressive to say other than my travel experiences :S... oh boy.... i can't wait to see the rest of the gang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more info... click here ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://reunion97sas.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://reunion97sas.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-5014817096057446723?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5014817096057446723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=5014817096057446723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/5014817096057446723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/5014817096057446723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/05/st-andress-class-of-97.html' title='St. Andrew&apos;s Class of 97????'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjf12Usro_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/PGnGyAH46ls/s72-c/SAS-reunion-invite_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-8917057149927691792</id><published>2007-05-01T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T21:05:08.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney on Ice'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye Nemo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjwCV0srpSI/AAAAAAAAALA/KU3d70hNZkA/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060922655204156706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjwCV0srpSI/AAAAAAAAALA/KU3d70hNZkA/s400/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss with the ladies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 shows later... i did not get any skinnier... weight is still the same... and i realised i have eaten more cos of the exercising and the rest of them keep ta pau-ing kebabs and biryanis and teh tariks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so wanted to go for a massage after the last show... but the tot of an additional 2 hrs away from my bed is just too agonising for me to go on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This show has been a success... i love it... especially the jelly fish screen and the current scene.... makes me feel like i am under the ocean. So here are some of the pictures to share....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbwY0srozI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BnVvs8pKtCg/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059495540650910514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbwY0srozI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BnVvs8pKtCg/s400/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My GM and I (not ready for picture yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbwZUsro0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/efAikLmUWBg/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059495549240845122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbwZUsro0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/efAikLmUWBg/s400/DSC00205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Nemos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbwZksro1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/vPtXrWuXqTI/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059495553535812434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbwZksro1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/vPtXrWuXqTI/s400/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the two Datos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjfxQUsro8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/c45VJl2AnDA/s1600-h/DSC00243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059777969110361026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjfxQUsro8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/c45VJl2AnDA/s400/DSC00243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjfxQ0sro9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/LAhR7m21pro/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059777977700295634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjfxQ0sro9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/LAhR7m21pro/s400/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slipping in some shut eyes in between the shows... so tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjfxREsro-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/2du_2BWNoVE/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059777981995262946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjfxREsro-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/2du_2BWNoVE/s400/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Big Boss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjb2Cksro5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/uCCYWU0SQr0/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059501755468587922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjb2Cksro5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/uCCYWU0SQr0/s400/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group pic... group pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjb2DEsro6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/FS9Pb-Wh7nI/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059501764058522530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjb2DEsro6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/FS9Pb-Wh7nI/s400/DSC00257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cutest guy from the Disney Entourage! Juan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjb2DUsro7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/nHekuCNn_WI/s1600-h/DSC00251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059501768353489842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjb2DUsro7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/nHekuCNn_WI/s400/DSC00251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOoo i love the mechandise.... but so expensive :C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbyU0sro2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/SyHZ7S9pDuk/s1600-h/Picture+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059497670954689378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbyU0sro2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/SyHZ7S9pDuk/s400/Picture+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chit chating before the show starts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbyVUsro3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/aBKUVM7pV4c/s1600-h/Picture+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059497679544623986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbyVUsro3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/aBKUVM7pV4c/s400/Picture+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbyVksro4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/d1lELqUeGfM/s1600-h/Picture+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059497683839591298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbyVksro4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/d1lELqUeGfM/s400/Picture+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO the turtle rock... Yeah! Yeah!&lt;/div&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/8439992532500610213-8917057149927691792?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8917057149927691792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=8917057149927691792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/8917057149927691792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/8917057149927691792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/05/bye-bye-nemo.html' title='Bye Bye Nemo...'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjwCV0srpSI/AAAAAAAAALA/KU3d70hNZkA/s72-c/DSC00102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-3416272951208943652</id><published>2007-04-30T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T00:29:46.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overseas'/><title type='text'>Mexico.... why why why?</title><content type='html'>I just got over the fact that i was not able to broad my plane to mexico when i was in singapore... until some of my colleagues from overseas sent me pics of what i have missed. I wan to cry!!!! Look at these pics...... sob~sob~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbjBEsrooI/AAAAAAAAAFs/O0eQ7hr7gEk/s1600-h/destination_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059480838977856130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbjBEsrooI/AAAAAAAAAFs/O0eQ7hr7gEk/s200/destination_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbjBEsropI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lzKNf0mYb8M/s1600-h/destination_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059480838977856146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbjBEsropI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lzKNf0mYb8M/s200/destination_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbjBEsroqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1soxi8Zuqvg/s1600-h/destination_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059480838977856162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbjBEsroqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1soxi8Zuqvg/s200/destination_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the views i have missed.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbjdEsrorI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nmmzi2rYzaY/s1600-h/freizeit_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059481320014193330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbjdEsrorI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nmmzi2rYzaY/s200/freizeit_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbjdUsrosI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Dvx8qpNlnew/s1600-h/freizeit_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059481324309160642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbjdUsrosI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Dvx8qpNlnew/s200/freizeit_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbjdUsrotI/AAAAAAAAAGU/f72kcGBqyk8/s1600-h/freizeit_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059481324309160658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbjdUsrotI/AAAAAAAAAGU/f72kcGBqyk8/s200/freizeit_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i would have experienced.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjbj-EsroxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8lEsnSSyNvU/s1600-h/hotel_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059481886949876498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjbj-EsroxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8lEsnSSyNvU/s200/hotel_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjbj90srowI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5Lktc9PIY7k/s1600-h/hotel_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059481882654909186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjbj90srowI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5Lktc9PIY7k/s200/hotel_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjbj90srovI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IG0_QThIWzU/s1600-h/hotel_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059481882654909170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjbj90srovI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IG0_QThIWzU/s200/hotel_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where i would have stayed.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjbj90srouI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3sktS-wbVHI/s1600-h/hotel_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059481882654909154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjbj90srouI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3sktS-wbVHI/s200/hotel_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbkX0sroyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sE_V8dX8W54/s1600-h/momentum_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059482329331508002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbkX0sroyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sE_V8dX8W54/s200/momentum_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(T.T)&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/8439992532500610213-3416272951208943652?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3416272951208943652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=3416272951208943652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3416272951208943652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3416272951208943652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/04/mexico-why-why-why.html' title='Mexico.... why why why?'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjbjBEsrooI/AAAAAAAAAFs/O0eQ7hr7gEk/s72-c/destination_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-4900908251547859984</id><published>2007-04-30T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T02:00:43.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blurness'/><title type='text'>What is happening to me?</title><content type='html'>My blurness is getting worse and worse.... must be too much smoking and drinking... my memory is practically non existance... i can't even remember half of wat i did last nite... so writting blog is a good thing for me... at least it works my mind a little trying to remember bits and pieces of wat has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend 1/2 hr today talking to someone who i tot was ZI.... hahaha turn out... it was my cousin... and he said "Ying.. do u realised u r talking to ur cousin?" which hit me finally tat i was talking to the wrong person. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much thing to remember at work tat most of the time i think my brain RAM was fully utilised there... so any other tidbits tat are not related to work is transfered straight away to the recycle bin to be deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a holiday.... or maybe a PDA :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-4900908251547859984?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4900908251547859984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=4900908251547859984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4900908251547859984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4900908251547859984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-is-happening-to-me.html' title='What is happening to me?'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-7660998351991295925</id><published>2007-04-26T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:53:18.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieting'/><title type='text'>My take on diets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjFVLUsromI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uM2N0XBmWr4/s1600-h/abs[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057917509536817762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjFVLUsromI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uM2N0XBmWr4/s400/abs%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many different diets are ard in the market today... I have heard of a lot of funny personal experinces as well... from the carbage soup detox diet which gives u bad gas and pimples... to taking laxative like popping vitamins.... BUT of all the things that are ard... which one work???? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During the time when i was still in UK.. it was the Atkins diet and the Slim Fast trends tat everyone was screaming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057662981184922146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjBtr0sroiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Xecv5iCoFeg/s400/Steak%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum...Yum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Atkins diet is nothing new to me as i grew up being partically a carnivor. I dun eat much veges and the only fruits i eat are apples and strawberries. Oranges only if u juice them :&gt; So i have no problem keeping to it as its my normal diet anyway! The only thing i cannot keep my hands off are the carbos... breads, noodles, potatoes, pastas.. yum yum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This didn't really worked out at all. Not being able to eat carbo is just so pitiful :&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i jump into the slim fast trend after tat... replacing one meal a day with a 1.99p can of slim fast. Ohhh i tell u... for a person who has to eat round the clock... this is the hardest ever... sticking to only 3 meals a day... and replacing one (i chose lunch) with slim fast.... i felt tat i have to drink 6 cans to get satisfied... but i have to make do with one :"&lt;&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057918828091777650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjFWYEsronI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Euti1XufjmU/s400/slimfast%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;SO for me... tat only lasted for a week... and by the end of tat time.... my body is so happy tat i am going back to taking my usual food that i wolfed more food down.... so dun ask me how much weight i lost! Ask me how much i gain :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057664067811648066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjBurEsrokI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nxLKdVCwYrM/s400/hungry_man.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am the sort of person who can never say "NO" to food. I eat and eat ard the clock... most of the time at every hour. i am always hungry and all of fren know how much food i can eat. SO dieting and slimming by cutting down food will never work for me. I gain and lose weight so fast that ppl have trouble recognising me one week from another. But i can never keep it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have tried slimming tea and makes u wake up in the middle of the night to rush to the toilet... special pills to make u poo oil, special creams and lotion.... and none of them work. SO at one time... i went thru the craze of taking classes. Yoga, pilates, aerobics, belly dancing, hiphop.... tat was the best time... i feel so healthy and very very trim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057664673402036818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjBvOUsrolI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XhgLjD3rLxg/s400/cart_yoga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUt the thing is.. i have to travel a lot for my work... so because of the break of routine in the middle... i find it very very difficult to get back into the routine again. I have to admit it... i do not have will power. So far none of my ever increasing list of exercise buddies have every succeed in maintaining my exercise regime. Sorry ppl! Dun have too much faith in me :&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am now starting to buy clothes in smaller sizes in order to encourange and moltivate myself to work hard to fit into them. Hopefully this will work or i will be buying a pile of rubbish :( Wish me luck!&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/8439992532500610213-7660998351991295925?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7660998351991295925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=7660998351991295925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7660998351991295925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7660998351991295925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-take-on-diets.html' title='My take on diets!'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjFVLUsromI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uM2N0XBmWr4/s72-c/abs%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-4691510824262706025</id><published>2007-04-26T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T19:24:18.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>Cynthia's Wedding - 14th April 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Didn't go to the day event has i had to work. They had their wedding dinner at I-lotus which is great for their atmosphere.... but not so great in terms of food and service. Maybe its cos they are still inexperience with holding banquets for wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came quite late but they only manage to serve the food at ard 8+ when everyone is starving! I was quite impress with the amount of effort their frens went thru to decorate the place and also to practice their dance routine to perform... everyone chip in the help out... their photographers were frens from KL, their MCs where their sister and friend from Singapore... its was just a nite with frens... and everyone sharing the moment with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkEwmUsrpVI/AAAAAAAAALY/BFE9YfiNBZ0/s1600-h/cynthia+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062380891090429266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkEwmUsrpVI/AAAAAAAAALY/BFE9YfiNBZ0/s400/cynthia+wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of photo slide shows, jokes and performance.... when the music came on... everyone from individual tables who knows the step to the dances just hop up and ran on stage.... i have never seen such initiatives!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjr32EsrpHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/oiMNFx9dDvI/s1600-h/P1040476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060629639650321522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rjr32EsrpHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/oiMNFx9dDvI/s400/P1040476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is... to the bride and groom... Cynthia and Jason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkEwmUsrpWI/AAAAAAAAALg/JssrNE7kzQA/s1600-h/cynthia+wedding+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062380891090429282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkEwmUsrpWI/AAAAAAAAALg/JssrNE7kzQA/s400/cynthia+wedding+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057641845650858514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjBadksrohI/AAAAAAAAAE0/XQ7XSp8CRKY/s400/P1040479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkEwmksrpXI/AAAAAAAAALo/wiKjLUmVt_c/s1600-h/cynthia+wedding+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062380895385396594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkEwmksrpXI/AAAAAAAAALo/wiKjLUmVt_c/s400/cynthia+wedding+3.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/8439992532500610213-4691510824262706025?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4691510824262706025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=4691510824262706025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4691510824262706025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4691510824262706025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/04/cynthias-wedding-14th-april-2007.html' title='Cynthia&apos;s Wedding - 14th April 2007'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RkEwmUsrpVI/AAAAAAAAALY/BFE9YfiNBZ0/s72-c/cynthia+wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-4810998769892394074</id><published>2007-04-25T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:15:42.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><title type='text'>Disney On Ice - Finding Nemo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been on the volunteering list for the past 2 days. The first night was pure agony. I have been so lazy in exercising for the past few month... so ushering ppl up and down the steps in the indoor stadium feels like adequate exercising for one week... so I sign myself up thinking tat i will use this as a way to slim myself down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... WOW! Day 1 was Baiduri night... Free tickets for their customers... the place was packed nearly to full.... and imagine running up and down for 1.5 hrs non-stop. and i have counted! I was in Zone 1 green... and it has 13 rows of seat... and if they were 4 steps per row... tat will be 52 steps plus the first 25 steps tat lead to the first row... which makes up to 77 steps in total for one section... and there are 4 sections...and i lost count to how many trips i went up and down. I just feels very very tired. At the first 1/2 hr... my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nemo &lt;/span&gt;shirt was soaked right thru. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057621040829276578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjBHiksroaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZIhRu83b0K0/s320/P1040503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Our &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; Shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Lee... i suddenly feel very old... when i ushered the kids to their seats... the mummy ask them to follow "aunty" and not "che che" any more :"( I wanted to asked them to call me "che che" but as i dun really know who they are, it's a bit rude to turn ard and ask them to. Aihhh the gloom of growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057621045124243890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjBHi0srobI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CoI5UFEOEU0/s320/P1040508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; In the Ocean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we as Bruneian really have bad ethics in terms of participating in events like this. The ticket says that the show starts at 8:15pm... and a bulk of the people only start coming in at 8... which is still ok. Some even come as late as 9 and 9:30! And as they are sitting in the middle of a row... ppl who actually make the effort to come early to enjoy the show get disturbed and had to get up to let them thru. What we should do is to impose rules like when i was watching musicals in London. If u are late... u wait till the intermission to go in! Its ur own fault that u can't make it on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057621053714178498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjBHjUsrocI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Njs-3cUtW_g/s320/P1040517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In the tank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no time to actually watch anything because of all these inconsiderate ppl. i had to usher them up in the middle of the show. My cousin called me up.. telling me that my nieces are all watching the show tat night... so i spent the first half of the show trying to locate them and to make sure they are alrite as they came alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057623012219265490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjBJVUsrodI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bUPz0l2SkqE/s320/P1040523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Pretty...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the show.. we are suppose to get a few kids to go down to near the stage to look at the characters close up... i had to bring all 5 of my nieces... luckily jeau liang (my colleague) helped me out. By the time we pass the kids back to their parents... it was already 10:30... so so tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057623020809200098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjBJV0sroeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EAy2iwbxyx4/s320/P1040525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Time to say good bye...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was no different too.... 2 down... 10 more to go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-4810998769892394074?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4810998769892394074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=4810998769892394074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4810998769892394074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4810998769892394074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/04/disney-on-ice-finding-nemo.html' title='Disney On Ice - Finding Nemo'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RjBHiksroaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZIhRu83b0K0/s72-c/P1040503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-4474202324592597598</id><published>2007-04-19T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:14:26.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting... and true'/><title type='text'>My Visual DNA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#3D3932" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#3D3932&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-78BCAFD1.jpeg&amp;c1=My art..&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_14A34A07.jpeg&amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6781E621.jpeg&amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-28C6894B.jpeg&amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2853CD61.jpeg&amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_045A8238.jpeg&amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6EAA4FA9.jpeg&amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_631B702E.jpeg&amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3DA9302E.jpeg&amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-180A018F.jpeg&amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4DC575A6.jpeg&amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A4AD35.jpeg&amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=GO-GETTER&amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;habitslabel=HIGH TIME ROLLER&amp;uid=572774-6892&amp;srv=iwebhd3" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; 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Must be too much wine..</title><content type='html'>I was invited to Rach's house for dinner last night. We had the most fab cakes and chicken wings. Could not stop eating eventhough i had dinner at home before i went over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 3 girls tried but we just cannot open tat tempting bottle of shiraz so thru out dinner i was just drooling over it... waiting for the man of the house to come back to crack it open. This feels a bit like tai tai club le....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. clyde came home and did managed to open the wine... so me, irene and him finish the whole bottle up while chit chating. Rach was holing up in her tuition room *poor girl* while we are enjoying ourselves outside in her kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at ard 8:30 cos i wanna go back to sleep early and Irene need to go back to work. Half way home... i realised that i have left my tapau of her fab cakes in her fridge. Went home... and mum say she wans to go to my cousin's house. To pick up my driver's lisence as he had help me to renew it in miri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Rach's house is on the way... i tot i could drop in again to pick up my cake... its TAT yummy! So i guide my dad to her house... thinking tat she will still be awake since she finish her tuition class at 9... and it was 9:15 at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh.... the gate is close.... so i called her up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: "Hi Rach... i forgot my cake just now... open the gate! I am outside"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Rach: "Huh? what? outside?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking... errr how come Rach sounds so different???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: "Ya... I AM OUTSIDE UR GATE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Rach: "Where? Where did u say u are?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me! Oh Shit! Maybe they are having sex.... and i intruded on them... no wonder Rach sound like tat.... Oh dear! My face is starting to burn up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: " Its ok.... nevermind... sorry to disturb u... i come back tomolo ya!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i quickly hung up... rushed into my dad's car and ask him to drive away... but my mum keep saying... "but i see ppl moving ard upstairs... u sure they are asleep?" Mum also blur blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: " Ya... its ok i come back tomolo its too late tonight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone beeped.... text message &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"I think u got the wrong house... cos i do not think u know where i live"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reply &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Maybe i drank a bit too much just now and went to the wrong house&lt;/span&gt;". But i was thinking... not know where u live? I just had dinner there :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it suddenly strike me.... i quickly check the number i called. OOPSSIE! called the wrong person... its another fren called Rachel.... aihhhh.... so MALU!!!!! so PAISEH!!!! But i feel so much better lo heheheh at least i didn't intrude on some one when they are enjoying themselves Heheheh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly... i text her again... &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Rach... sorry ya... i called the wrong person! SO paiseh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo.... really embarrassing le.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-3818937608992945940?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3818937608992945940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3818937608992945940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-so-embarassing-must-be-too-much-wine.html' title='So so embarassing... Must be too much wine..'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-3639254989761615378</id><published>2007-04-13T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:04:48.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Planning my long deserved holiday...</title><content type='html'>Finally decided tat i am going to take 25th - 31st May off for a well-deserved holiday. With my phone switch off (preferably somewhere DST doesn't roam)... my laptop left at home... a whole week of bliss and relaxation! Yeah! no phone calls... just thinking about it makes me drool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But planning it sure is a different issue all together. I wanted to take a holiday but wanted to do something constructive while i am at it too... so decided tat sun, beach and dive is what i need. Been mixing with Lee too much and everytime i listen to her talk about diving... i was mersmerized! So.... i wan to take it up so tat i can have the chance to experience wat she has seen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfing like mad on the web... was thinking of Redang at first... which is where i always wanted to go after watching the HK movie with Ritchie Ren and Sammi "Ha Yat Mo Mo Cha". White sparkling beach with clear blue sky and water.... it looks like paradise on earth. Oh well.... things are never wat u wish they will be. Caryn recommended Tuna Resort and gave me the number of her instructor. Call him.... "The number u have dial is not in service..." WTF? oh.... i know which resort he worked at... so called the resort to booked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me : "Is this **** Resort?"&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist (who can't speak english): "Errr... ya... ya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Maybe i should try out my rusty malay....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me: "Oh.. saya mau men-reserve-kan diving package di resort kamu"&lt;br /&gt;(Oh dear! one sentence and it has 4 english word in it :S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Receptionist: "Bila kau mau datang?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mungkin bulan lima.. Kawan saya beritahu ada dive instructor bernama *** di resort kamu... dia masih di sana kah?'&lt;br /&gt;(Please tell me Yes!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist: "Siapa??? ****? " She turn to her colleague... i can hear some whispering....&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist: "Dia jalan sudah! Pergi ke Dive Shop lain..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (still wanting to try my luck) : "Kamu tau ke Dive Shop manakah???"&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist: "Tak tau.... haribulan cik mau datang???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Errr...... nanti saya telepon lagi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aihhhh... sigh~ dunno where he is... i decided to called up another resort to book around a week later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another non-english speaking receptionist&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hi! saya mau buat booking under diving package di ### resort"&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist: "Bila?"&lt;br /&gt;Gave her the dates&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist: "Telepon kau berapa? lepas saya check saya telepon balik"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Tapi say pernah telephone minggu lalu... kamu tiday telephon back... saya tunggu sajalah!"&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist: "Tak boleh! kita satu line saja... kamu telephone balik nanti!"&lt;br /&gt;wow... so rude! aihhh wat to do.... they are the best deal i can find so far.... patient...patient....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called her back again...&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So.... bolehkah?"&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist: "SOLD OUT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me: "Errr... chalet lain? resort lain?"&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist: "FULLY BOOKED!"&lt;br /&gt;and hung up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATT?????? all this work and now i can't go???? But i desperately need a holiday????? WHy? I wan to hang myself! so aihhhhh.... start surfing the net again this time for a different location!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-3639254989761615378?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3639254989761615378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3639254989761615378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/04/planing-my-long-deserved-holiday.html' title='Planning my long deserved holiday...'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-395205219237226455</id><published>2007-04-06T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:21:20.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinking'/><title type='text'>Are we really like that when we drank a bit too much???</title><content type='html'>I got this this morning in my email....eheheheh wow... didn't realise i qualify for this... but some of the things here do sound vaguely familiar hehehehe... so for the next 5 ladies i pick: Lee, Irene, Gie, Pei (eventhough she gave up lately) and Rach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been hit by the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;...WINE TRUCK.......... '";, ___.&lt;br /&gt;_..._..._______====___..., ] -&lt;br /&gt;"(@)'(@)"" "''"**(@)(@)*****''(@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE YOU'VE BEEN HIT, YOU HAVE TO HIT 5WOMEN WHO LIKE TO HAVE FUN; INCLUDING THE ONE WHO SENT IT TO U . IF YOU GET HIT AGAIN YOU'LL KNOW YOU REALLY HAVE A PROBLEM !WHEN GIRLS DRINK TOO MUCH............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WE HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHERE OUR PURSE IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WE BELIEVE THAT DANCING WITH OUR ARMS OVERHEAD AND WIGGLING OUR BUTT WHILE YELLING "WOO-HOO!" IS TRULY THE SEXIEST DANCE MOVE AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WE'VE SUDDENLY DECIDED THAT WE WANT TO KICK SOMEONE'S BUTT AND HONESTLY BELIEVE WE COULD DO IT TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. IN OUR LAST TRIP TO PEE, WE REALIZE THAT WE NOW LOOKMORE LIKE A HOMELESS HOOKER THAN THE GODDESS WE WERE JUST FOUR HOURS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WE START CRYING AND TELLING EVERYONE WE SEE THAT WE LOVE THEM SOOOOO MUCH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WE GET EXTREMELY EXCITED AND JUMP UP AND DOWN EVERY TIME A NEW SONG PLAY'S BECAUSE "OH MY GOD! I LOVE THIS SONG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WE'VE FOUND A DEEPER/SPIRITUAL SIDE TO THE GEEK SITTING NEXT TO US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WE'VE SUDDENLY TAKEN UP SMOKING AND BECOME REALLY GOOD AT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WE YELL AT THE BARTENDER, WHO WE BELIEVE CHEATED US BY GIVING US JUST LEMONADE, BUT THAT'S JUST BECAUSE WE CAN NO LONGER TASTE THE GIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WE THINK WE ARE IN BED, BUT OUR PILLOW FEELS STRANGELY LIKE THE KITCHEN FLOOR (or the mop?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WE FAIL TO NOTICE THAT THE TOILET LID'S DOWN WHEN WE SIT ON IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WE TAKE OUR SHOES OFF BECAUSE WE BELIEVE IT'S THEIRFAULT THAT WE'RE HAVING PROBLEMS WALKING STRAIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEND THIS ALONG TO ALL THE GIRLS YOU KNOW WHO LIKE TO HAVE FUN. MAKE THEM LAUGH AT THEMSELVES LIKE YOU PROBABLY DID....SADLY, MANY ARE TRUE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-395205219237226455?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/395205219237226455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/395205219237226455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/04/are-we-really-like-that-when-we-drank.html' title='Are we really like that when we drank a bit too much???'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-780853301841155770</id><published>2007-04-03T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:47:29.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Busy March....</title><content type='html'>Wow... so much things have happened after my trip to thailand. I was flipping thru my calender and realised that throughout the whole of march i only had 3 free days. There was ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 different bday celebration for Lee (cheongsum night, sheraton and takara)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lami and kareoke night at Kevin's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A funeral :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sharon's baby's one month old party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A couple of movie nights (300 - drooling movie, and Bean - laugh till I drop)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A couple of nights at the club... drinking and chilling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Porsche club gathering - planning a convoy trip to KK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 trips to Miri - 1 for my aunt's funeral and 1 to renew my passport&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jane's Bday - another karoeke session&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 trip to Labuan - too many B52s and rainbows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Steam boat night &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trip to Taiwan - I didn't even have time to see the 101 buildng :S&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jason's farewell in miri (heavy drinking...again!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;If there were no cancellations, my schedule will be worst that this. Thank God! How the heck did i do it? Not enuf sleep every single night... not to mentioned that on top of all these happenings I was going to Yoga, chauffering my mum ard town and working late on some nights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully i will get some time for myself this month... but it seems very unlikely. The calender looks kinda empty now but i know tat it will be filled up to its beams as usual. Gie and I will be taking a weekend off this month to go for some R&amp;R in singapore... IF we manage to get our air tickets. Will be cramming Zouk, MOS, Clinic, Cafe Del Mar, shopping, eating and a party into our 4 day crazy schedule.... eheheheh.... some R&amp;amp;R therapy we are having :S sounds more like going to war!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been so outdated on my blog... so sorry to those who actually come in to read it.... been so hectic... i have not even put any pics from CNY in to here.... oh dear.... when i think of the massive amount of pictures i have taken... i want to faint! So ppl... please be a bit patient... and i promise the pics will be in ASAP! tata~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-780853301841155770?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/780853301841155770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/780853301841155770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/04/busy-march.html' title='Busy March....'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-1769037474472215400</id><published>2007-03-16T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:07:45.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Shall I? .. Shall I?... Shall I?!? I am deep in thought...</title><content type='html'>SO many questions cruised thru my mind this few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Shall I move on?"&lt;br /&gt;"Shall I quit?"&lt;br /&gt;"Shall I take the new job offer?"&lt;br /&gt;"Shall I wait?"&lt;br /&gt;"Shall I leave Brunei?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So far... none of them has been answered. Work-wise I still need to think properly as well as to persuade my parents to let me go. Also... i feel indebt to a few very nice seperiors who have given me so much support and chances when i started my current job... there are just so many things to take into account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO many "wat ifs..?" I hate the feeling of losing control and not being able to grasp and manage every single details in my life. I never realised this until Yung told me and it hit an internal bell so hard that its came clanging suddenly in my heart. i keep such a tight leash on my emotions... terrified of being hurt and disappointed.... wrapping my heart in bubble wrap / cotton wool then a hard stainless steel shell... not giving a damn about anything cos... giving a damn would mean that i cared too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally everything falls into very neat little compartments... with no over lapping (most of the time anyway)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Family = Commitment + Support + Not making them worry + Giving it all I have&lt;br /&gt;Friends = Loyalty + Listening ear + Shoulder to cry on + a pat in the head + understanding + acceptance + sharing.&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend = Trust + emotional support + commitment + give and take + Love + sharing.&lt;br /&gt;Aquintances = Knowing what to say and when to say it + Emotional lock down + an ever presence smile and sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues = Team work + communication + forgiveness + emotional bloackages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems&lt;/span&gt; started happening when colleague become frens or fren become bf... it just messed up the whole arrangement of things... everything started becoming chaotic... when i lose control... i start panicking. And everything (i mean everything!!!) just does not seems to work as it should be. I love changes... i crave for changes... but only changes within my control and anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is... my rate of recovery is fantastic... but i do have a group of very good frens to thank.... for the constant support and offering advices on my ever pathetic attempts when i am trying to sort all the pieces together. So ppl... just bear with me for a while.... i will get over this glitch in no time.... just let me find my anchor on things and i will be fine soon! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-1769037474472215400?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/1769037474472215400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/1769037474472215400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/03/shall-i-shall-i-shall-i-i-am-deep-in.html' title='Shall I? .. Shall I?... Shall I?!? I am deep in thought...'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-2404447087520014881</id><published>2007-03-13T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T02:09:04.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overseas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>RTA in Pattaya - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept the whole cab ride.... finally woke up to see him making a u-ie... the tot pop into my head "Does he know where he is going? :S" Better not sleep and keep an eye on him. Half an hour later i see him going pass the Marriot hotel but did not turn in.... another 15 mins later he did the same thing? "does he know where he is suppose to drop me???" errr... he is making a phone call now... most prob asking for direction.... but he just bloody went pass the hotel!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot tahan liao... tell him la... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "hey... u just went pass the hotel le.... its over there at the back..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Cab Driver:&lt;/span&gt; "Ok! OK!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun think he understand wat i am saying at all.... better use my superb body and sign language&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Turn left" Point towards left... "Must U-turn" Point to the back again... oh boy this is hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He finally got wat i was trying to tell him... turn left and go towards the beach road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Hey hey hey... turn left here!" Nugde his shoulder to grab his attention while pointing left again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Here..here..here... left..left" Mad pointing at the left.... how can a cab driver not know his way????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He turn again and i start paying attention to where the hotel will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Ya its here! here here... LEFT!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wanted to zoom straight in pass the security check.... scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "OOiiii...stop! security check!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The car screetch to a halting stop.... "Whew~~"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to get out of the cab. Pay him... no tips for u there! and rush to the lobby... its already 5:45pm... only 45 mins to go before i have to meet up with the group. Hey... there's Henrik, Nico and Daniel at the Lobby.... hehehehe kiss kiss, hi hi.... catch up a bit while i wait for the slow pace check in personnel to check me into the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally got my key.... rushed to the room and start to shower.... finish... errr where are my luggage? oh ya... concierge have not send them up... ~ding dong... lucky got bathrobe.... open the door and got my clothes. Went thru the clothes like a fanatic to find something to wear... then do a quick make up before running down to the pool side for our BBQ dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so hungry tat my tummy is fighting with my intestine... but can't eat yet. Daniel gave his welcome speech and finally... wat we were all dreading... a test! We have 10 mins to finish this before they reward us with food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfdtxO9IXTI/AAAAAAAAACY/NI-EuGgC46w/s1600-h/P1030627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041619000460074290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfdtxO9IXTI/AAAAAAAAACY/NI-EuGgC46w/s320/P1030627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rfdtxu9IXUI/AAAAAAAAACg/vlE-ERMahVQ/s1600-h/P1030628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041619009050008898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rfdtxu9IXUI/AAAAAAAAACg/vlE-ERMahVQ/s320/P1030628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The training group in the poolside dinner setting.... so nice but too many mosquitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rfdw5e9IXWI/AAAAAAAAACw/NiOU9GeUs6k/s1600-h/P1030629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041622440728878434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rfdw5e9IXWI/AAAAAAAAACw/NiOU9GeUs6k/s320/P1030629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The test paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so hard!!!! This is wat is in my mind the whole time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- "What is the torque of the X5?" Errrr.. how the hell do i remember that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- "Hungry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- "Fuel comsumption for the new ML500?" mmmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- "Hungry :&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- "The new improvement in this facelift??" I know this ... i know this... but i dun remember :"(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- "Hungry... hungry... hungry...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind la just submit saja. Yeah!!! finally can eat... ehhh Calista just walked in... so lucky... no need to sit for test! Wow... the spread of buffet is so good... 2 type of soup... &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;carrot&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tomato&lt;/span&gt;... BBQ all u can eat... fantastic juicy steaks... yumyum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally finish 3 rounds of buffet hehehehe... this is so so good. Calista say she is having a headache... so we tried asking the waiter for some panadol. We also mentioned the words... paracetamol... nurofen... headache (while CK point to his head)... the waiter said ok...but everyone on the table doubt that he understood anything we have said... true to our tots... he bought us this! for calista's headache. :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rfdvq-9IXVI/AAAAAAAAACo/tiKT7VObRjg/s1600-h/P1030630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041621092109147474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/Rfdvq-9IXVI/AAAAAAAAACo/tiKT7VObRjg/s320/P1030630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfdzXO9IXXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rx3gBIAIAGg/s1600-h/P1030632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041625150853242226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfdzXO9IXXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rx3gBIAIAGg/s320/P1030632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Panadol anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could not stop laughing or taking pictures. ROFL!!!! After tat... everyone was tired from all the travelling so we went up to our rooms. Cos i heard from Gyneth and Katrin that the massage here only cost 300 Baht for one hr.... i went out to the one that they tried and requested for 2 hrs of oil massage.... it feels like heaven. I was the last person when i came out of the place at ard 1 am... went to a chinese restaurant right below the hotel and ta pau one bowl of bird's nest soup... yum yum... am going to enjoy this in my room :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day was the driving event..... errr... what kind of shirt are they giving us? how come the colour so weird one? Aihhh never mind la... at least look ok in it. Wow... the new car is fantastic... we went onto the track to drift on the new Cayennes..... Its so so exciting... i have even taken a video.... we drift till the brake disc was glowing purple in the dark cos of the heat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfdzXe9IXYI/AAAAAAAAADA/cKoxv5C9g24/s1600-h/P1030639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041625155148209538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfdzXe9IXYI/AAAAAAAAADA/cKoxv5C9g24/s320/P1030639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of us in uniforms....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfeaZu9IXZI/AAAAAAAAADI/I89ZJ_JcBLU/s1600-h/P1030643.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfeaZu9IXZI/AAAAAAAAADI/I89ZJ_JcBLU/s1600-h/P1030643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041668074756398482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfeaZu9IXZI/AAAAAAAAADI/I89ZJ_JcBLU/s200/P1030643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfeaaO9IXaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/X1CsMmoqp9U/s1600-h/P1030648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041668083346333090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfeaaO9IXaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/X1CsMmoqp9U/s200/P1030648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfegJO9IXcI/AAAAAAAAADg/X9q2zsxebhI/s1600-h/P1030667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041674388358323650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfegJO9IXcI/AAAAAAAAADg/X9q2zsxebhI/s200/P1030667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. The new car  2. Katrin and I camwhoring  3. Glowing Brake Disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the excitement... we were bought to this gorgeous seafood place right next to the beach... the food is so good that i dun know how to describe it.... their fry fish was the best i have eaten so far... so good tat we order 2 more. Greedy pigs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfegJe9IXdI/AAAAAAAAADo/udhhH0_M03c/s1600-h/P1030675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041674392653290962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfegJe9IXdI/AAAAAAAAADo/udhhH0_M03c/s200/P1030675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The yummy fish!!!! The 3rd one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to the hotel... was suppose to drink with the guys but can't cos calista and i wanted to buy some pork sausages back home.... so we went ard town a bit... heheheh this feels like cowboy town... with all the neon lights and bar top dancing girls. I love the atmosphere but Calista find the places a bit dodgy. Both of us roam ard by ourself till nearly 1am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfegKO9IXeI/AAAAAAAAADw/208naLeGa14/s1600-h/P1030683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041674405538192866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfegKO9IXeI/AAAAAAAAADw/208naLeGa14/s200/P1030683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Along beach road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear... we still need to wake up at 7 for next morning's leisure activities.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;To be continue....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-2404447087520014881?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/2404447087520014881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/2404447087520014881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/03/rta-in-pattaya-part-2.html' title='RTA in Pattaya - Part 2'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RfdtxO9IXTI/AAAAAAAAACY/NI-EuGgC46w/s72-c/P1030627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-3407727615485786139</id><published>2007-03-12T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:11:46.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Feeling weird....</title><content type='html'>My feelings has been like a roller coaster for this pass few days. I guess attending my aunt-in-law's funeral and seeing how heart-broken my uncle is really open up my eyes to see how vunerable and short life can be. And how important the people ard us are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does spending all my time on work and play really worth the while? It gave me a moment of introspection. I know so many ppl.. but how many of them can i truly call my fren? Ppl call me the queen of socialising... air kissing and small talks.... but have i managed to make an emotional connection or was it all just superficial chats with everybody wearing their party masks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these can be very tiring. Sometimes i wish tat i will be able to go home.... peel away my masks like i do with my clothing and just be myself in front of that someone i love. Who would pat me on my head to ask me how my day was... listen while i bitch about every bad thing that happen. Then tell me that i am the best and dun let them get to me. I will do the same for him while being cuddled in his arms and soothing all his unhappiness way. That he will be the first person i can turn to when i have any problem and he will take tat burden off my shoulder for a while. Tat's my main criteria and finding Mr. Right... but so far... still no luck finding tat special someone yet. But i am not giving up yet :&gt; I believe tat one day i will find my soulmate.... he is out there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can ask.. "Why can't u do it now.. with ur parents?"... well.... i never wan them to worry about me... i handle everything myself... keeping all the problems to myself trying to shield them from as much unhappiness as i can. I know that they will be there for me no matter wat.... but i just do not wan them to be disappointed in me. I can stand anger and sarcasm and hate.... but disappointment i cannot handle at all... especially from ppl i love. Tat's the perfectionist in me talking. Sometimes... i think i bought it all on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet ppl i can really click with once in a while... i know i will fall for them... but its just better tat we stay as fren as its longer lasting. Sometimes... i fall for the unlikeliest person... and i ask myself why... but i do not know at all. I hate the feeling of liking somebody... the uncertainties, the heartache... the shredding of ur own self-esteem. But why still do it? Can somebody give me an answer for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like everything clear cut and simple... if u like me just say so... if you are interested just ask me out... wan me to be ur gf... ask me! i do not understand actions... tell me please! I dun wan to get the wrong impression... i do not like to contemplate about it. I wish life is so easy... just full of yes and no answer... with no grey areas in between.... but wouldn't take make it very boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat's wrong with me... I am contradicting myself here and there! What's happening to me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this somewhere today... and it felt so true... so i wanna share it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I would rather sleep on something I was thinking about doing than being kept awake by something I have already done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-3407727615485786139?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3407727615485786139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3407727615485786139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-weird.html' title='Feeling weird....'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-5741754285824308108</id><published>2007-03-04T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:28:12.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><title type='text'>What is love and what is marriage?</title><content type='html'>This is something which my fren sent me and it felt kinda true.... so i just wanna share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  student ask a teacher, "what is love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the padi field and choose the biggest padi and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big padi,but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later. Then he saw another bigger one... but may be there is a even bigger one waiting for him. Later, when he finished more than half of the padi field, he start to realise that the padi is not as big as the previous one he saw, he know he has missed the biggest one, and he regreted !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand. The teacher told him, "...this is love... you keep looking for a better one, but when later you realise, you have already miss the person...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is marriage then?" the student asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he has picked one medium corn that he feel satisfy, and come back to the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher told him, "this time you bring back a corn.... you look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you get.... this is marriage."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-5741754285824308108?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/5741754285824308108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/5741754285824308108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-love-and-what-is-marriage.html' title='What is love and what is marriage?'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-7928590054802565793</id><published>2007-03-01T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:33:14.824-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overseas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>RTA in Pattaya - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another last min approval for training trip and this time its to the "You can get anything under the sun" Thailand. This has been the trip i have been waiting for so long as i've heard that the RTA events are the best when they are held there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was so rushed to catch the plane but i had a lot of last min training to do online before i go. So i dispatch my dad to check in for me first... then come back to pick me up again.... u see i am the princess of the family bah heheheheh (beh paiseh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Errr.... plane is so empty... only ard less than 20 of us. Reached the new airport at ard 8. By the time i go thru immigration, picked up my luggage and arrive at the hotel in sukhamvit... its already 9:30. Stupid ppl at the airport taxi counter. Told them i was booked for tomolo for a ride to pattaya... wan to ask them to change the pick up venue... but dun think they understand english at all... all they can say is call the call centre pls! WTF? You are a service counter... u r suppose to be able to help me out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Check-in.. change and ran downstairs again... I love the sights and smell and atmosphere of this place. Even after an interval of 2 years from my last trip i still manage to go about on my own using my memory and instinct. First stop for the night will be the Erawan Temple. Took the skytain to Chit Lom station and make my way to the temple on foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow... the restoration is beutiful and the crowd is as massive as ever. I am here to make a wish and to pray... do this everytime i am in Bangkok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037168539349179298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/ReeeGTWuW6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/UecTgyxv5nk/s320/P1030607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erawan temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People told me that each side represent money, health, love and career but dunno which is which. SO i just make similar wish at each face heheheheh.... errr a bit of a amatuer here... so ask the incense seller how to go about doing it... lucky he speak english... so he say have to buy wooden elephants to pray with incense and flower garlands turning clockwise starting with the left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its such a physically demanding acrobatic act with one hand holding the burning incense sticks, one hand balancing a tray fulls of wooden elephants, candles and flower garlands while trying to dodge insensitive fellow prayers who is unaware that their burning incense is poking every tom, dick and harry in the eye. Kneel, dodge, duck, stand... seems like one of the challenge in amazing race...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~whew... finally its done... after a splash of holy water to wash myself and took a few pictures... i left to strolls along the shops to my hotel. En route... my tummy was growling... hehehe wow its nearly midnight... so stop at a thai restaurant and feast out. hehehe... the food is so so good!!!!! The authentic thai taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037210131812473778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RefD7TWuW7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/gx_wiNk2QNw/s320/P1030609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hot and Spicy Chicken Soup with Coconut milk and Spicy beef salad...Yum Yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Couldn't finish the whole bowl of soup... but its just too good to waste... so ta pau and bring back to hotel to eat for supper... err... i mean... 3rd supper... before i go to bed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oooo... should i have a massage? a bit sleepy now le.... maybe tomolo then... have to wake up tomolo at 7 to go to Chuktuchak market. I am so excited i can't sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;^^^RiNggGGG^^^ Alarm clock.... "I wan to stay in bed.... its saturday...." ****RIIIiiiinnnggg*** Sleep one more hour.... Finally got up at 8:30. I am still so tired. Put on my thinnest and airest piece of clothing... an empty backpack and took the sky train to Mo Chit station. Set my alarm clock on the way so that i know wat time i have to leave in case i got a bit too excited with shopping and forgot about the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037214783262055362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RefIKDWuW8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/l5C0jshsfbM/s320/P1030613.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Chuktuchak ... here i come!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheehee... too busy shopping to take picture... but couldn't stop myself when i ended up at the pet section and saw all these cute cute puppies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RefKoTWuW9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/jrQ1PAmha3Q/s1600-h/P1030616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037217501976353746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RefKoTWuW9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/jrQ1PAmha3Q/s200/P1030616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RefMxDWuW_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJiR1tL-f0A/s1600-h/P1030621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037219851323464690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RefMxDWuW_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJiR1tL-f0A/s200/P1030621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RefNVzWuXAI/AAAAAAAAABU/33NArrhrtvY/s1600-h/P1030622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037220482683657218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RefNVzWuXAI/AAAAAAAAABU/33NArrhrtvY/s200/P1030622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So... so adorable... i wan to bring all of them home...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wah... so much things to buy... look until my eyes 'pening'. SO much things so little time :"&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ooooo.... hehehehe fish ball noodle shop... hahaha sit down and eat breakfast heheh this is so so good... i can eat 2 bowl... but will look like piggy so better not! Then continue shopping again.... beep~ beep~ beep~ ah duh... time's up... run towards the sky train station and go back to hotel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Drop everything... pack it all up... request for late check out... lunch at Zanzi Bar then run to the nearest massage place hehehehe... time to pamper my poor feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RefSqDWuXBI/AAAAAAAAABc/aVe8oaw69PQ/s1600-h/P1030624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037226328134147090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RefSqDWuXBI/AAAAAAAAABc/aVe8oaw69PQ/s320/P1030624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RefTZzWuXCI/AAAAAAAAABk/akyhGUwLwTk/s1600-h/P1030626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037227148472900642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RefTZzWuXCI/AAAAAAAAABk/akyhGUwLwTk/s320/P1030626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/RefMxDWuW_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJiR1tL-f0A/s1600-h/P1030621.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A massage a day keeps the blues away~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After the fantastic foot massage... i went over to the restuarant at my hotel to order another Tom Yum Gung with Glass Noodles... I so love Thai food. Grab a taxi from the conciege and then is finally on my way to Pattaya. I tell him that i need to get there before 5:30 as our welcome dinner start at 6:30&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To be continue....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-7928590054802565793?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7928590054802565793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7928590054802565793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/03/rta-in-pattaya-part-1.html' title='RTA in Pattaya - Part 1'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oQt2Z20zMsk/ReeeGTWuW6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/UecTgyxv5nk/s72-c/P1030607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-7337104696461890143</id><published>2007-02-27T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:16:21.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blurness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><title type='text'>Busy CNY</title><content type='html'>So many activities happening b4 CNY... social calender busy like a mad woman. SO many frens came back from overseas so was cramp with meeting ups. Mum and dad a bit pissed off that i go out so often especially before new year when they need all the help they can get to make preparations and to clean the house. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day before CNY, went home early to help mummy dearest to cook. wah... so many thing to prepare, wash, cut, julienne, cube and chop. Took us 4 hours but finally were able to enjoy a big big meal. (As i wanted to look great on the 1st day of CNY... i took some laxative given to me by my doctor.... which turn out to be not such a good idea! i was not able to enjoy dinner at all cos i have massive tummy ache during dinner.) Aihhh..... so stupid! But i did manage to stuff myself with 3 bowl of shark fin soup hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma joined us for dinner... and thru out dinner she kept asking me when i am getting married... aihhh... y always ask this kind of question one le... i dun wan to get married so soon le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep right after dinner cos of all the hard work. Work up at ard 11:30 to go to the temple to pray at midnight. Reach there just in time at 12 to watching the striking of the gong and fire crackers. heheheh saw so many of my bro's frens there... never knew they are the going to temple type. I bet there were asking for good luck for the CNY gambling winning streaks. heheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow had to wake up at 8:30 on the first day of CNY. went visiting with my parents... wah so much food was so stuff. Manage to watch 2 lion dances on the mornings as well. Parents and bro left for miri after tat. I went to my boss's house at ard 3... then joined up with irene, rena, jason, ah boon. We went to jinnise, lee sia, ming jet, yung, lai kwan, georgina and mine after tat. Khek Leng joined us halfway and end up at my place to chit chat will ard 5... such a long long day. I visited 15 houses in total. Wat a record... have to understand that this is my first year spending CNY in brunei bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day... boss called me up at 8:30 so have to start work lo... cos we have a tender to submit. Finish the part that i can do.. still awaiting emails from overseas. then got ready to go to Irene's for her open house. hehehehe... kinda rusty memory on where she live but manage to find it using my powerful instinct. I tot i was late but turned out that i was the first one to arrive. So many ppl couldn't find her place.... have to give directions over the phone so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was quite a big number of us... and darling irene show us some of her culinary prowness.... with the help of her brother. Was playing black jack with the rest of the guys... aihh keep losing money... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at ard 1 something... because of the haunted "white kerbau" ghost story they were telling us... we a bit scared so everyone convoy to go home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day went straight to work... aihhh office so quiet.. everyone is on leave. All my muslim colleague was so surprise to see me at work. They tot i would have gotten leave. We rushed all the last min info thru... print and brind everything. Rushed to submit at 1pm ~whew~ finally job done. went back to office... heheheh dato tapau lunch for me. No time to eat though... last min ask him for leave for 1.5 days.... Went home to shower and pack as i promise my mum and all my relative in miri tat i will reach miri in time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to irene's office so tat i can show her the way to pei's house. Suddenly look at myself in the mirror.... oh sh*t! what the hell is that on my neck? a hickie?!? what???? how?????? didn't do anything le... start cranking my brains... i know my memory is bad but not so bad till got kissed i also dun remember rite??? ~headache... too much thinking... still cannot temember anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask irene when i see her below her office if she think it look like a hickie... she say ya!... i try put on make up... but still so visible... hurts a bit too. ~think~think~think... (no image) finally reached pei's mum's house... wah... so many ppl there liao... gambling. I went to kitchen... like my own house like tat and open fridge to get drink. Then ask pei also... eh... look like hickie ar? Pei gave me a look... "wat have u been up to?" with one eyebrow up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing!" i didn't do anything le.... then she look more carefully.... err... look like burn mark though... wat u do... cook ar? then i cannot remember any oil splash there lo. Forget it la... if mum ask pretend i dun know anything... but it is at such a prominent place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally had time to eat my lunch courtesy of Dato... at 3pm. nice nice... then gamble abit... lose more money... aihh this is not a good year for me. But got my first ang pow from George and Pei heheheheh.... will keep this heheheheh then at ard 4:30 they shoo me away cos they know i had to rush to miri. Irene so nice... i very lost in tanjong nangka area so i convoy her to the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed to miri... ~snore* ooops... fell asleep on the wheel, swerve to the other lane... lucky no car coming towards me. ~whew~ better be careful... ok..start singing.... wiggle my leg... wiggle my body.. have to STAY AWAKE!!!!! oops... fell asleep again... oh dear... i can't do this at all. Stop by the side of the road to look for water.... cannot find water in my car :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... be careful... continue the journey... u know u have to be there bfore dinner. this is so hard... i can't keep my eyes open.... better call ppl up to talk.... call aaron... ah duh he busy cannot talk... err got message... from gavin... so call him up... gavin i am so sleepy... u better keep me awake. He ask me to stop at the nearest rest stop to wash my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. petrol station in front of me... good! buy water... then wash my face in ice cold water... how i feel so much better. Hey~~~ now i remember... tat's not a hickie...HAHAHA so stupid... i was trying to curl my hair the nite i go to irene's... n i burned myself while using my curling iron... :S (u have to know that i am very blur most of the time.. and my train of tots have no logical flow... they kinda jump here and there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive safely at my grandma's. WOw! wat a big turn out.. all my relative is back in town. Big Big dinner later... cannot tahan so i went to sleep. then at ard 10 my uncle woke me up to ask me to visit my cousin. Went over and start eating Gorgeous gorgeous big fat fresh water prawns in tom yum sauce... its so so good. (still drooling thinking about it now) My cousin-in-law also prepared a new bottle of VSOP just for me to drink with him hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lami table set... sit down to play... wah.. 2 round oledi won 80 bucks hehehehe.... but after a few more round lost everything. How come no gambling luck this year ar???? Went home at ard 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah... next morning cannot get out of bed at all... my uncle's family left i also cannot wake up to say good bye... only manage to wake up at 2 to go my cousin's place to see lion dance. My new nieces and nephews are so so cute!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum make last min decision say go back tomolo morning instead of that afternoon... my bro leaving tat afternoon with my car so i have extra time to meet up with victor and jo. Victor bought me to this new restaurant call siam secrets... food is great... then Jo meet up with me there and we went for dinner and movie - ghost rider. I was suppose to claim my belated valentine's date but we dun have enuf time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at midnight thinking i will have time to sleep in the car on the way back tomolo.. went into the living room...ehhh... how come my bro forgot to bring his things back? Alarm bells ringing... Go upstairs then mum tell me i have to drive back tomolo cos bro didn't go back to brunei at all :S ... there goes my sleep again.... aihhh..... same thing happen like my arrival trip... so so sleepy... and this time it was worse cos i was hungry too... stop at KB... no porridge... stop at lumut... no char kuihtiaw... stop at tutong... no kelupis (i wan to scream!!!!) ... cannot tahan the hunger so order fried noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tat rushed back to office but make my parents stay to wait to help me tapau kelupis... heheheh so mean rite? they waited 15 mins still dun have so they left too. On the way to office... really cannot tahan... my eyes keep wanting to close... so went to empire car park... sleep for 1/2 hour before going to office. I feel so much better. Luckily got go office because manage to sell 2 cars tat day. Got my allowance and air ticket... then do all my last min work so tat i can be absent from work for a few days for my training in Pattaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my action packed CNY. Now i am reconsidering the merits of staying in Brunei for CNY. It is the most tiring new year i ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-7337104696461890143?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7337104696461890143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=7337104696461890143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7337104696461890143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/7337104696461890143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/02/busy-cny.html' title='Busy CNY'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-8078623591357581594</id><published>2007-02-19T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:18:25.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>My darling Georgie's Bday - 15th February 2007</title><content type='html'>Georgie bday today... as i was lazy to think of any pressie and Pei did tell me that they wanted a golden piggy to symbolise the birth of their first child... tat's wat i got them. They have left over tables from their wedding banquet so we had sit down dinner to celebrate that he has finally reach the formitable "3". hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of relatives and a bunch of Georgie's frens were there. Apparently, i was the only one of Pei's fren being invited. As they have not used up any of the wine i help them get from KL for Grace's wedding.... we have 10 "1" litre bottle to share with 6 ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-8078623591357581594?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8078623591357581594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=8078623591357581594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/8078623591357581594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/8078623591357581594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-darling-georgies-bday-15th-february.html' title='My darling Georgie&apos;s Bday - 15th February 2007'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-524734841477771165</id><published>2007-02-13T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T17:46:02.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blurness'/><title type='text'>Valentine Day Blurness</title><content type='html'>Slept the whole night away last night. I went to bed at ard 6:15 to take a half an hour nap before yoga and could not wake up after that... oh my lovely comfy bed. Still feel very tired when i get out of bed this morning... thought i heard my phone beeping, went to check my phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OooOOoo got message at 8 in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian : "Happy Valentine's to u...."&lt;br /&gt;ehhh wah fren so anxious ar... one more day till valentines and oledi text me liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ehhh... u one day early le.. but happy v day to u too!"&lt;br /&gt;Julian: "Its one day early here.. but on ur side its v day liao ma" (He is in the states, u see)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Its 14th today? (blur) hahaha i totally forgot i tot its tomolo"&lt;br /&gt;Julian: "Ah Duh...u ah! no wonder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another classic example of my blurness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-524734841477771165?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/524734841477771165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=524734841477771165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/524734841477771165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/524734841477771165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentine-day-blurness.html' title='Valentine Day Blurness'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-626270755908591624</id><published>2007-02-12T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:19:41.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Rena's bday at Empire</title><content type='html'>Her invites were out weeks ago and i could not confirm my RSVP for quite come time as i tot i will be in mexico. But because i didn't... yeah! i can go to Rena's. Her gathering started a bit late ard 10+, so i met up with another fren for dinner first. Ordered a bit too much and have to stuff the food in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the usual HSBC gang. We play a lot of games that we hae not played for ages i.e. Place the parcel with a twist, concentration....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bartender is ever so obliging and make us a lot of drinks. Matt drop in late and was so shock to see me.... he didn't realised that rena and i are classmates. There were a lot of burst out laughing moments. I have to leave early at ard 1 cos my bro has my car and he has another party to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Bday rena and thanks for inviting me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-626270755908591624?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/626270755908591624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=626270755908591624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/626270755908591624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/626270755908591624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/02/renas-bday-at-empire.html' title='Rena&apos;s bday at Empire'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-2023832345287379896</id><published>2007-02-11T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T20:55:07.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to Share'/><title type='text'>Ladies... something to think about!</title><content type='html'>Jo sent this to my friendster testimonial a while back... and everytime i read it, it will put a smile on my face no matter how bad a day i was having at the moment. It also motivates me to wait just a while longer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day my prince will come... one day i'll meet the one...... " singing to myself the Sleeping Beauty theme song hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wan to share this to all the amazing girls I know out there... enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------- Girls----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;------------are like apples----------------------&lt;br /&gt;-------on trees. The best ones---------------&lt;br /&gt;-------are at the top of the tree.---------------&lt;br /&gt;-----The boys dont want to reach------------&lt;br /&gt;----for the good ones because they ---------&lt;br /&gt;--are afraid of falling and getting hurt.------&lt;br /&gt;-Instead, they just get the rotten apples----&lt;br /&gt;--from the ground that aren't as good, -------&lt;br /&gt;-but easy. So the apples at the top think-----&lt;br /&gt;-something is wrong with them, when in-----&lt;br /&gt;---reality, they're amazing. They just----------&lt;br /&gt;----have to wait for the right boy to--------------&lt;br /&gt;------ come along, the one who's-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;----------brave enough to-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;--------------climb all---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;---------------the way------------------------&lt;br /&gt;--------------to the top---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;------------- of the tree.-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;------------and pick them------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-2023832345287379896?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2023832345287379896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=2023832345287379896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/2023832345287379896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/2023832345287379896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/02/ladies-something-to-think-about.html' title='Ladies... something to think about!'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-2516168922730215529</id><published>2007-02-11T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:21:02.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>Raymond and Grace's wedding</title><content type='html'>Congratulations for Raymond and Grace on their wedding day. It was a hard struggle but they finally made it!!!! (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day went smoothly. Raymond's best man was a great help and a funny guy. Lots of laugh with him ard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dress was too loose... i keep feeling that its gonna drop... should have ask them to make it a bit tighter. I vow not to have a long wedding dress on my wedding day... its such a hassle to walk! i am going to wear mini skirt and flaunt my legs ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only manage to talk pics with the bridal couple and best man after the whole event. Was a tiring but happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tat i was suppose to go to the HSBC after-party at empire... but till 11+ still got no phone call. aihhh can't go home le or i go home cannot come out again... so call lee ming and irene to bug them.... cos i have no where to go... i am still in the white dress... irene say i will just blend in at empire... but not now... i can't exactly walk into coffee bean like this?????? I do not blend in at coffee bean.... i will stick out like a sore thumb in there!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily darling lee ming was a life saver. She ask me to go amy;s house to lepak first. SO went there for a while till irene call me up telling me the room number. SO lee ming and i went there after tat.... aihhh.... they call me the run away bride when irene;s fren;s saw me. Yeah rite! i will not stand out at all :S should have change first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr... a bit awkward le.... how come they all so quiet one... i dun feel very welcome. Text irene to ask her if we are intruding... she say no. ok lo stay for a while. Then cannot tahan see the bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go raid the party at the baze.... but go in nada orang sudah... its empty... so irene drive me home.... so so tired.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-2516168922730215529?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2516168922730215529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=2516168922730215529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/2516168922730215529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/2516168922730215529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/02/raymond-and-graces-wedding.html' title='Raymond and Grace&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-2328155336628580134</id><published>2007-02-11T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T18:17:28.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultural'/><title type='text'>Japanese Drums</title><content type='html'>Flipping thru BB and saw this article about the japanese drums troupe coming to Brunei to perform. Was thinking who i can ask to accompany me to an event like this and i could not think of anyone at all... but i really wanted to go and watch... and i do not wanto go alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Julian online... and he ask me if i wan to go with his frens... yeah! finally i got someone to go with.. goodie! He came to pick me up and with my limp its kinda a far walk from the parking lot to the ICC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance was superb... it exceeded my expectation... i got a few videos... once i figure out how to upload it here i will do it! Next time there are any events like this i will definately go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-2328155336628580134?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2328155336628580134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=2328155336628580134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/2328155336628580134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/2328155336628580134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/02/japanese-drums.html' title='Japanese Drums'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-1276362077504952720</id><published>2007-02-11T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:24:58.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><title type='text'>Miri with bro's frens on 20th Jan</title><content type='html'>Was looking thru the pics in my camera then i realised that there are so many pics i haven't upload into my blog or home pc. There are still tonnes of them sitting in my camera's memory card... :&gt; the joy of having a 2GB card.. bought by ollie when he was in s'pore. Usually i only clear my memory card when i dun have enuf space... but with this card i can take tonnes of short videos and still have massive space for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to miri with mum and bro on the 19th jan. I had to go to collect my bridemaid's dress, mum need to shop and bro need to club. Also... had a very sick aunt we have to visit in the hospital so we were all kinda in a rush after getting my uncle's phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I zoom down to miri.... was so sleepy but still need to concentrate on my driving. First stop was the hospital... stay a couple of hours... then rush to the bridal shop to do my fitting.... errrr 4 inches apart le the zip how to alter wo? Also it makes me look like a bride but wat to do le... the normal bridemaid dresses does not fit me at all :( i am too fat! I only just realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me to come again on Sunday morning to try it out one more time. After tat, drive my mum ard to shop. Was so tired by ard 4 that when we go back to my grandma's i fell asleep till 7+ when Jo and kok ming call me to pick me up for dinner. We went to have meal in tanjung, food was great. After tat we had nothing to do... so decided to go to miri park to go on the hanging bridge... cos i "sakai" never been there before. I was sneezing like mad cos i was coming down with a bad flu. Jo sent me back after tat judging at my condition... i was not going to last the nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Jo, Kok Ming and Frank to this taiwanese cafe for dinner.... which my bro say got this tea where the flower will open up one. Then i order like 4 different type still dun have the one my bro say.... aiyo... have to finish drinking all of them wo :S i am so full of water.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tat, Frank decide to join me to go balcony to meet up with my bro and his group of frens. We went to island first but there was nobody there so after one cocktail we went up to balcony. Still so early, saw a few of bro's frens but no bro. Then my bro turn up with a huge big group of frens... including roland, ah fung and kevin. Then Clavin;s group make their appearance too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god... wat r they ordering? 5 case of beers? sure kah... not tat many ppl le... who knows after that they reorder again and again until i lost count. Got a pics from clavin's camera showing the beer bottles... need to get it from him to post here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the VIP rooms to look for Aaron with my bro... ended up staying there to sing kareoke. This guy ( my bro's fren - forgot his name liao) was such a terrific singer.... but the system was a bit lagging so towards the end no one can sing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of xiao liaming and drinking later... we all moved to thai bar to continue for the nite.... but this time i have already lost Frank... :p Better music in thai bar... cannot tahan liao... grab ah fung and bro to go dancing with me... then i had to go to the loo... oh shoot... didn't see a step there.... so PK lo... sprain my left ankle. AAAWWWWWooooHHH can't walk... so embarassing. Had to sit down for a while... but music so good le... so take off my shoes... go dance again HAHAA... i think it was the alcohol in me... after a while its not that painful anymore le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tat.. .we went to A1 for supper... yeah! cha siew oil mee... our "After Club treat". Drop Jo Jo at his house then we went home... errr is tat a roadblock in front??? lucky i was not he one driving cos forgot to bring my lesen... bro handle it smoothly... tot i was my bro;s gf :S i tot we look alike??.... tat was nearly 5 am when we reach my grandma's.... mum was waiting up :S got a good nag from her... but couldn't care less cos of all the alcohol with me... head straightaway hit the pillows and sleep like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning... AWwwhhhAAAwWWw.... my ankle... its the size of an elephant;s! wat happened? think back think back... oh ya i PK last nite. shit... Have to collect my dress this morning... oh dear... how to balance on my left leg when i put my other feet into the dress.... pain le... wheww~ manage the impossible while trying to held my painful whimpers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tah~dah~ wow... they managed to altered it! i am impress!!!! ok done.... got it... pay for it... byebye. After tat have to drive my mum round to shop here and there le. Hiding my limp... trying to act as normal as possible. By late afternoon she noticed and ask me about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-1276362077504952720?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1276362077504952720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=1276362077504952720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/1276362077504952720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/1276362077504952720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/02/miri-with-bros-frens-on-20th-jan.html' title='Miri with bro&apos;s frens on 20th Jan'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-3791950288880202547</id><published>2007-02-09T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T00:36:39.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Valentine's day</title><content type='html'>It's the time of the year again where couples celebrates their love and the singles brood about being single. It is also a time where girls can show off their bfs in the workplace by the size of the bouquet they receive. Some can say this is mass marketing of flowers, chocolates and jewellery suppliers.... playing on the weakness of people on how they are protrayed by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still.... there are girls who feel suckered to this ploy... feeling all mushy on this day... keeping their necks craned, paying ultimate attention to any details and happenings... wishing and praying that they might get a surprise either being delivered to their doorstep or waiting for them on their desk. Every girl harbours a secret yearning for a secret admirer who would declare their undying love on this special day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this yearning is strongest during valentines day. Its a day with clear cut winners and losers. U got something.... hoo-haa from the ur colleagues and u made a point that someone out in this big world loves u.... no nothing.... colleague notice but pity u at ur back.... its like an anouncement of having noone to love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad to think that the emotions of ppl can be influenced so drastically on this day. Hahaha... but like any other girl... i too am a sucker for a romantic.... hahaha let's see if i will get a date then and will let u guys know ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-3791950288880202547?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3791950288880202547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=3791950288880202547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3791950288880202547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3791950288880202547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-4025521246013522865</id><published>2007-02-08T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:00:29.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pilates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinking'/><title type='text'>Pilates with Rach last nite followed by KL with Gie</title><content type='html'>With CNY just ard the corner... I am starting to get guilty streaks for not excercising. Because of very convincing "encouragement" from Rach... I 've decided to go back to Yoga and pilates classes with her as my buddy and motivator this time round. Yin Kwan, Gie and Lee ming has not been successful so far. And being my motivator is hell of a difficult job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for going back to yoga and pilates:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wan to intro Rach to this place.. cos she was very keen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be able to fit into all the clothes I've bought on my S'pore trip last weekend during CNY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To not let my relative tell my mum tat she has a FAT daughter (some of my relative can just be plain mean!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To de-stress and to sleep better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most importantly : - Am invited to a "fren"'s wedding in July.... who used to be my mortal competitor and enemy... so i wan to look good then.. cos my other fren who knew her just told me that the only reason why i am invited to her wedding is just so that she can show me that she got married first :S so i wan to make her regret her decision and go to upstage the bride ;) heheheheh :p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Raquel my fav pilates instructor laughed at me when she say my flabby tummy. The first word tat came out from her mouth was "Oh Dear!" Ouch!!! That even motivates me more... the ever kiasu mentality i have heheheh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Errrr.... how come this feels so difficult? After lagging off pilates for almost a year, i can feel that my body and muscles have been in "dead" mode all this while. Raquel is making me work the muscles that i forgot i have. I can't hold this pose any longer... i am going to fall.. still three more breaths = =" Arrhhhh... i fell down.... breathe deeply... breathe deeply... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After an hour of self torture... i have trouble walking down the stairs as my legs could not stop trembling. Rach loved it though... so we decided to sign up for 10 classes. Hopefully by then.. i will be able to get my figure, stamina and posture back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Called up georgina to tell her i am on my way. Her colleagues was still so shocked that i have decided to drive myself to KL.... after that last experience of not being able to find my car... i have been banned from driving there by them. It's a good thing though which means i never need to drive and can always hitch a ride. But because of the sudden urge to go to pilates class... i decided to join them later than usual. (The amount of food that i will be eating there kinda make the urges stronger)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They had loads of food waiting for me... and Kenny made me tell him my mexican experience all over again. Can't seem to drink alot cos of the antibiotics and antihistamine i was taking. My nose was blocked the whole time and i keep sneezing. WOw! this place is bursting thru its seams with the amount of ppl there. The bandar hashers are all there to drink... boy they are a rowdy crowd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had to ta pau some wine for my bro and coronas for my fren. Order 1/2 case he give me 1 case so i had to use Gie's quotas. Luckily got guys to help us carry them over the borders. Gie decided to join me on the way back cos she worry i can't drive properly cos sleepy kan... so all the way back we were updating each other on news as we have not met up for ages. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aihh she got herself a date for valentines and so does irene... how bout me? :(&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/8439992532500610213-4025521246013522865?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4025521246013522865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=4025521246013522865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4025521246013522865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/4025521246013522865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/02/pilates-with-rach-last-nite-followed-by.html' title='Pilates with Rach last nite followed by KL with Gie'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439992532500610213.post-3295231430322398716</id><published>2007-02-08T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:17:27.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>New blog site???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Was going thru Lee Ming's blog... my all time fav blog site... and she mentioned that she is switching her blog to here. SO.... as usual i very 8 one... so i came over to check it out to see wat this new hoo-haa is about :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... i really like the possiblity of checking how many hits my blog has created and the user friendiness of attaching relevant pics to my blog which i used to be able to do in friendster. So far i was not able to find out the pics uploading quota for this site. If it is going to be less then "my Space" i will switch back cos i still find the quota in "My Space' not adequate for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my loyal supporters and ppl who give me face to read and follow the tales of my life.... I will definately mass email you the new link... in case i decided to change...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439992532500610213-3295231430322398716?l=funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3295231430322398716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439992532500610213&amp;postID=3295231430322398716&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3295231430322398716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439992532500610213/posts/default/3295231430322398716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnytalesofablurgal.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-blog-site.html' title='New blog site???'/><author><name>Hsiaovun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746284088663962943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
