<?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-20261982</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:22:11.760+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Song'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Accident/Incident'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Beauty School'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Product Training'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='DISC behaviour'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Chinese New Year'/><category term='Beauty Expo'/><category term='Big Brother'/><category term='University'/><category term='Just Pictures'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Emotional'/><category term='Volunteering Work'/><category term='Fun Outings'/><category term='Car'/><category term='Karaoke'/><category term='ANZAC Day'/><category term='Pet Shop'/><title type='text'>just me here: ~adrianalynn_al~</title><subtitle type='html'>Whoever it is,
I do not know.
Whoever it is not,
I do not know too.
Why not just let it come as it is?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-2939306110993212708</id><published>2009-12-11T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:20:54.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Christmas 2009 is coming soon~</title><content type='html'>Another year going to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year for the story to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time celebrating Christmas and New Year of 2009 in Sydney. Hrrmm... been waiting to see the Olympic in Sydney but didn't have the chance due to I was in Kuala Lumpur studying the Diploma of Contemporary Arts. I should have go to TAFE school to do whatever and book a ticket to watch the Olympic instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope the year of 2009 brings the happiness and sadness to everyone's LIFE! Hope that it won't happen the next year of 2010. Mostly 80% of my friends I know, either they are married and with or without children. There are a few left being SINGLE... and just working the life out of themselves. As I am the one whom is SINGLE still for a year plus and happy not having a guy to pash!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-2939306110993212708?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/2939306110993212708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=2939306110993212708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/2939306110993212708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/2939306110993212708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009-is-coming-soon.html' title='~Christmas 2009 is coming soon~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-2656942677222263370</id><published>2009-02-26T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:19:55.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>~Another New Year~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's has been long since I last posted anything in this blog. I guess no one ever reads it anyway. I have a client back in Bella just said to me last month, just write whatever happen or just write something to fill the space for the today's news. I'm sure he was right about it cause I realized that I only posted 7 posts last year in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's already 2009. I wish everyone a good health in the year of an cow.. or it's call ox. I'm not very sure about it but whatever comes best for everyone this year. I'm trying to get the CNY pictures from my brother. He seems busy after he got married as his having a kid soon with his newly wedded wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrr... anything else? I'll just update my grandchildren's pictures soon... There are so many pictures to keep in memory. My only grandchild that is with me is leaving me soon for a new home. His adorable but naughty like JJ when he was a kid. Reminds me all the time when I got mad with my son and I just barely can hit this grandson of mine anymore. I better chao as it's late for the night. Muakssss... adios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-2656942677222263370?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/2656942677222263370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=2656942677222263370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/2656942677222263370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/2656942677222263370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-new-year.html' title='~Another New Year~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-1540007325018311128</id><published>2008-03-27T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:50:13.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karaoke'/><title type='text'>~1st time Karaoke in Malaysia~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yah.. 1st time in karaoke in Malaysia after so many months not having shouting fun till everyone of us drop on the bed when got back home. Good thing, the next day we still can speak in our own tone rather than having a sore throat voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hrmm... don't ask me where it is cause I forgotten where it was but somewhere at Petaling Jaya area which is quite near to our home. Food was good as well as it has varieties, didn't know they serve this kind of dishes until I took too many different food till I can't even finish it all by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qLt1cqFBI/AAAAAAAAAlw/cecXeUd7e8I/s1600-h/IMG_1867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182107940800828434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qLt1cqFBI/AAAAAAAAAlw/cecXeUd7e8I/s200/IMG_1867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TV screen was big I think I can stand any corner of the room to sing as it has mirrors on the wall as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qLlFcqE9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/S6by3PjHhE8/s1600-h/IMG_1871.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qLm1cqFAI/AAAAAAAAAlo/PlZxTK5G31A/s1600-h/IMG_1868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182107820541744130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qLm1cqFAI/AAAAAAAAAlo/PlZxTK5G31A/s200/IMG_1868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me with the mic singing all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qLmVcqE-I/AAAAAAAAAlY/EWiQL1eJnLQ/s1600-h/IMG_1870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182107811951809506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qLmVcqE-I/AAAAAAAAAlY/EWiQL1eJnLQ/s200/IMG_1870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Karen and brother whom is really darn enjoying himself with two gals beside him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qLmlcqE_I/AAAAAAAAAlg/GkwY_acRX_Y/s1600-h/IMG_1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182107816246776818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qLmlcqE_I/AAAAAAAAAlg/GkwY_acRX_Y/s200/IMG_1869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen, brother and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qLklcqE8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/MifK811UCh0/s1600-h/IMG_1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182107781887038402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qLklcqE8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/MifK811UCh0/s200/IMG_1872.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/20261982-1540007325018311128?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/1540007325018311128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=1540007325018311128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/1540007325018311128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/1540007325018311128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2008/03/1st-time-karaoke-in-malaysia.html' title='~1st time Karaoke in Malaysia~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qLt1cqFBI/AAAAAAAAAlw/cecXeUd7e8I/s72-c/IMG_1867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-474073240838368220</id><published>2008-03-27T01:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:32:28.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>~Christmas Dinner 2007~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christmas dinner was at SmokeHouse in K.L.. Oh yah... really smoke house, hahaha.. it was an old traditional cottage house which it is a restaurant for serving western food only but to tell u the truth, the lamb was pretty dry on that night which wasn't a worth it dinner to dine there actually. Anyway, but it was ok then eating food which is bad till you drop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The restaurant has a waiting area where the customers wait to be seated at the table or to be serve by the captain. It was decorated in a English style but the firework wasn't working of course. Hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qDtlcqE4I/AAAAAAAAAko/ugdEOk6bB0I/s1600-h/P1030576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182099140412838786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qDtlcqE4I/AAAAAAAAAko/ugdEOk6bB0I/s200/P1030576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qDt1cqE5I/AAAAAAAAAkw/IhD9UGFRbqE/s1600-h/P1030577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182099144707806098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qDt1cqE5I/AAAAAAAAAkw/IhD9UGFRbqE/s200/P1030577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at the waiting area so at least you get to view the fireplace upper part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qBgVcqEmI/AAAAAAAAAiY/alkChpj2fM0/s1600-h/P1030520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182096713756316258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qBgVcqEmI/AAAAAAAAAiY/alkChpj2fM0/s200/P1030520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were seated at a crooked area. Hahaha.. Not that I want to complain but it's the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qBelcqEkI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Cezu8ZAEaX8/s1600-h/P1030521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182096683691545154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qBelcqEkI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Cezu8ZAEaX8/s200/P1030521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qBe1cqElI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/GKaOaCJ_25g/s1600-h/P1030523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182096687986512466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qBe1cqElI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/GKaOaCJ_25g/s200/P1030523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is another part of the restaurant just right behind where we were seating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qBglcqEoI/AAAAAAAAAio/ybfEBCV9ek4/s1600-h/P1030530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182096718051283586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qBglcqEoI/AAAAAAAAAio/ybfEBCV9ek4/s200/P1030530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qBz1cqEpI/AAAAAAAAAiw/cA9WBrvPusI/s1600-h/P1030531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182097048763765394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qBz1cqEpI/AAAAAAAAAiw/cA9WBrvPusI/s200/P1030531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qB0VcqEqI/AAAAAAAAAi4/3tRg-JbhAD4/s1600-h/P1030534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182097057353700002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qB0VcqEqI/AAAAAAAAAi4/3tRg-JbhAD4/s200/P1030534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother and mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qB01cqErI/AAAAAAAAAjA/3FjZar3GCVM/s1600-h/P1030536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182097065943634610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qB01cqErI/AAAAAAAAAjA/3FjZar3GCVM/s200/P1030536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salted cheeses were served but actually salted cheese is not good for health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qBgVcqEnI/AAAAAAAAAig/pMgHmUiZPf0/s1600-h/P1030529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182096713756316274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qBgVcqEnI/AAAAAAAAAig/pMgHmUiZPf0/s200/P1030529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eggnog, my first time having it but I don't like it so I gave it to my mom after a sip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qB1FcqEsI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Ud1j0uuK1B4/s1600-h/P1030539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182097070238601922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qB1FcqEsI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Ud1j0uuK1B4/s200/P1030539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red wine - Yum Yum...!!! My favourite drink of all times and I took a picture of my dad drinking the wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qB1lcqEtI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KykBbeeZLjY/s1600-h/P1030542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182097078828536530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qB1lcqEtI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KykBbeeZLjY/s200/P1030542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qCq1cqEuI/AAAAAAAAAjY/CnMBK8pH8_0/s1600-h/P1030543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182097993656570594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qCq1cqEuI/AAAAAAAAAjY/CnMBK8pH8_0/s200/P1030543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Carols were singing in 4 different parts of the restaurant and they have a pretty good voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qCrFcqEvI/AAAAAAAAAjg/VgVsiU4eoLA/s1600-h/P1030551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182097997951537906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qCrFcqEvI/AAAAAAAAAjg/VgVsiU4eoLA/s200/P1030551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hrmm... can't remember the soup but it was good till bottoms' up by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qCrVcqEwI/AAAAAAAAAjo/TCSA0xIu2wo/s1600-h/P1030553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182098002246505218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qCrVcqEwI/AAAAAAAAAjo/TCSA0xIu2wo/s200/P1030553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qCsVcqExI/AAAAAAAAAjw/98w96IhLYHA/s1600-h/P1030555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182098019426374418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qCsVcqExI/AAAAAAAAAjw/98w96IhLYHA/s200/P1030555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qCtFcqEyI/AAAAAAAAAj4/O7mnzD21qrI/s1600-h/P1030558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182098032311276322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qCtFcqEyI/AAAAAAAAAj4/O7mnzD21qrI/s200/P1030558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yah... brother was hungry until he has to lay on my mom shoulder's while waiting for the main course to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qDRFcqEzI/AAAAAAAAAkA/9Rgsbkzd_YQ/s1600-h/P1030563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182098650786566962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qDRFcqEzI/AAAAAAAAAkA/9Rgsbkzd_YQ/s200/P1030563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4 different biscuits and cakes were served but I only like one of it which I ended up not eating the rest but took the one that I like from other's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qDS1cqE0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/fkPzQGFvIcc/s1600-h/P1030564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182098680851338050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qDS1cqE0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/fkPzQGFvIcc/s200/P1030564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were back at the lounge which were actually waiting for the bill to come. Nice place huh.. On the right corner is a bar. So yah, you can actually drink and sit there while waiting to be serve if it's too busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qDT1cqE1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/nJP3ZCxI_X0/s1600-h/P1030569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182098698031207250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qDT1cqE1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/nJP3ZCxI_X0/s200/P1030569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qDUlcqE2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/iAm7-FOwolA/s1600-h/P1030571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182098710916109154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qDUlcqE2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/iAm7-FOwolA/s200/P1030571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qDVlcqE3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/B-DcERkaeTQ/s1600-h/P1030574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182098728095978354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qDVlcqE3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/B-DcERkaeTQ/s200/P1030574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/20261982-474073240838368220?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/474073240838368220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=474073240838368220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/474073240838368220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/474073240838368220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2008/03/christmas-dinner-2007.html' title='~Christmas Dinner 2007~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qDtlcqE4I/AAAAAAAAAko/ugdEOk6bB0I/s72-c/P1030576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-8223956027378895379</id><published>2008-03-26T22:26:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:30:45.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>~Christmas with Family in 2007~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This Christmas in 2007 is the first ever that we have a christmas tree in the house and which whole family is gathered after so many years of my brother seperating with us or me seperating with our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, my dad as the man of the house has to put the angel on the top of the tree with my brother's help as I kind of screwed up the top part due to was placing too many stuff on it. Hahaha.. so the angel looks a bit crooked in a way on the top but this christmas tree really costs our family a big fortune which we really invested lots of jingles &amp;amp; jungles and don't know what else we put. At least, it came out nicely done and lovely colours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-p3ZlcqEjI/AAAAAAAAAiA/tMyDrEOUzLk/s1600-h/P1030491.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182085602675921458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-p3ZlcqEjI/AAAAAAAAAiA/tMyDrEOUzLk/s200/P1030491.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pyZlcqEaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/FnECGB3ZN7Q/s1600-h/P1030492.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182080105117782434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pyZlcqEaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/FnECGB3ZN7Q/s200/P1030492.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pyYlcqEZI/AAAAAAAAAgw/oolecdX0e_Y/s1600-h/P1030500.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182080087937913234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pyYlcqEZI/AAAAAAAAAgw/oolecdX0e_Y/s200/P1030500.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pyYFcqEYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/zjMgkQ-C1J8/s1600-h/P1030501.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182080079347978626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pyYFcqEYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/zjMgkQ-C1J8/s200/P1030501.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family taking the pictures a day before the christmas' eve and just came back from the dinner around the local area. Introducting my mom and dad the lovely couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pw11cqEWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/MFCoP9PJgNo/s1600-h/P1030503.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182078391425831266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pw11cqEWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/MFCoP9PJgNo/s200/P1030503.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My brother and his beloved daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qHwlcqE7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/LJ9VwmBvVH4/s1600-h/P1030502.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182103589998957490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qHwlcqE7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/LJ9VwmBvVH4/s200/P1030502.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My dad, brother &amp;amp; his daughter, Sa Sa, and my mom with my son, J J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pw1VcqEUI/AAAAAAAAAgI/BieO4pMJxho/s1600-h/P1030507.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182078382835896642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pw1VcqEUI/AAAAAAAAAgI/BieO4pMJxho/s200/P1030507.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, my son, J J, mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pw1lcqEVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wBu-gVIY22k/s1600-h/P1030506.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182078387130863954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pw1lcqEVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wBu-gVIY22k/s200/P1030506.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course as always, me presenting my first christmas tree at our home in Petaling Jaya, Selangor, Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pw01cqETI/AAAAAAAAAgA/_fE0uMxFSOY/s1600-h/P1030509.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182078374245962034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pw01cqETI/AAAAAAAAAgA/_fE0uMxFSOY/s200/P1030509.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the christmas presents for each and everyone of us in the family with our guest from my brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pyaVcqEcI/AAAAAAAAAhI/sxG9fXJ67rI/s1600-h/P1030516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182080118002684354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pyaVcqEcI/AAAAAAAAAhI/sxG9fXJ67rI/s200/P1030516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finally decorations of our christmas tree with presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pu0lcqERI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dDsoD-4zYr0/s1600-h/P1030586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182076170927739154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pu0lcqERI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dDsoD-4zYr0/s200/P1030586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pu1FcqESI/AAAAAAAAAf4/alh0CxDtvFk/s1600-h/P1030582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182076179517673762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pu1FcqESI/AAAAAAAAAf4/alh0CxDtvFk/s200/P1030582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas' eve is all about Mary getting ready to give birth to baby Jesus at Jerusalem at the stable. For us in this century is about family gathering, attending church and opening presents before the christmas day or maybe should say on christmas day after 12 midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First stop, my dad looking for his presents under the christmas tree. Presenting his christmas presents which is actually there are a few missing items. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-ptI1cqENI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rQp2s-DU48s/s1600-h/P1030604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182074319796834514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-ptI1cqENI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rQp2s-DU48s/s200/P1030604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-puzFcqEOI/AAAAAAAAAfY/W_p7kb1jLCo/s1600-h/P1030607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182076145157935330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-puzFcqEOI/AAAAAAAAAfY/W_p7kb1jLCo/s200/P1030607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-puzlcqEPI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IT7XCu_10KM/s1600-h/P1030622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182076153747869938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-puzlcqEPI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IT7XCu_10KM/s200/P1030622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qHKlcqE6I/AAAAAAAAAk4/RzNa6Fay_es/s1600-h/P1030621+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182102937163928482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-qHKlcqE6I/AAAAAAAAAk4/RzNa6Fay_es/s200/P1030621+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was happy with her cooking book as usual which is a really big and heavy ones. Hrmm.. it was good in reading and got too hungry after that which I always ended up went to cook instant noodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-ptHVcqELI/AAAAAAAAAfA/AYyB3LChw4E/s1600-h/P1030602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182074294027030706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-ptHVcqELI/AAAAAAAAAfA/AYyB3LChw4E/s200/P1030602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-ptIFcqEMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/T1J1-iVwtk0/s1600-h/P1030615+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182074306911932610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-ptIFcqEMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/T1J1-iVwtk0/s200/P1030615+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My brother has a few good presents happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-ptHFcqEKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/njv6LSnlgXg/s1600-h/P1030596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182074289732063394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-ptHFcqEKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/njv6LSnlgXg/s200/P1030596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-ptGlcqEJI/AAAAAAAAAew/Y05lfj66-U4/s1600-h/P1030600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182074281142128786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-ptGlcqEJI/AAAAAAAAAew/Y05lfj66-U4/s200/P1030600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pnKFcqEII/AAAAAAAAAeo/MsuNsukLUGw/s1600-h/P1030619+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182067744201904258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pnKFcqEII/AAAAAAAAAeo/MsuNsukLUGw/s200/P1030619+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I am the baby of the house. Of course I get more pictures taken when I am opening my presents. In the year of 2007, I have lots of branded bags which I always wanted to have it for so many years. At last, I have my wish came true... Hahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pnJFcqEHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/4tn2CBJCIA0/s1600-h/P1030612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182067727022035058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pnJFcqEHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/4tn2CBJCIA0/s200/P1030612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pnIlcqEGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/er_BkAFVxsw/s1600-h/P1030628+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182067718432100450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pnIlcqEGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/er_BkAFVxsw/s200/P1030628+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pnIFcqEFI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6xgOQA6t2HE/s1600-h/P1030629+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182067709842165842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pnIFcqEFI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6xgOQA6t2HE/s200/P1030629+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pnHlcqEEI/AAAAAAAAAeI/NXhNiB1lBYg/s1600-h/P1030630+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182067701252231234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pnHlcqEEI/AAAAAAAAAeI/NXhNiB1lBYg/s200/P1030630+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pe_VcqEDI/AAAAAAAAAeA/a2-J0snQ6uI/s1600-h/P1030631+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182058763425288242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pe_VcqEDI/AAAAAAAAAeA/a2-J0snQ6uI/s200/P1030631+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pe91cqECI/AAAAAAAAAd4/iDNoU96o0bE/s1600-h/P1030632+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182058737655484450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pe91cqECI/AAAAAAAAAd4/iDNoU96o0bE/s200/P1030632+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pe7lcqEBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mq85TeH7PQ8/s1600-h/P1030634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182058699000778770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pe7lcqEBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mq85TeH7PQ8/s200/P1030634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pe6FcqEAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/97oEIm1kgjY/s1600-h/P1030635+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182058673230974978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pe6FcqEAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/97oEIm1kgjY/s200/P1030635+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pe4VcqD_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/OhoDWWQF_jU/s1600-h/P1030636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182058643166203890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pe4VcqD_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/OhoDWWQF_jU/s200/P1030636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, J J is back from Australia and now living in Malaysia but of course sadly to say that my son can never go back to where his home is as he has to stay in quatantine which I don't like him to suffer in that cage as he is a free baby boy in our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pzplcqEdI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/GuMYcLOQZ3o/s1600-h/IMG_1616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182081479507317202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pzplcqEdI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/GuMYcLOQZ3o/s200/IMG_1616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pzq1cqEeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Z8fg8bgJwPQ/s1600-h/P1030487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182081500982153698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pzq1cqEeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Z8fg8bgJwPQ/s200/P1030487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pzrFcqEfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Cj3emU_UIo8/s1600-h/P1030497.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182081505277121010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pzrFcqEfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Cj3emU_UIo8/s200/P1030497.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sa Sa is my brother's daughter which of course has been borned and lived in Malaysia all her life. With the love and care from my mom once in a while coming in from Sabah or Sarawak to be with her beloved grand children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pzrVcqEgI/AAAAAAAAAho/5xGqZ1-7qOI/s1600-h/P1030494.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182081509572088322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pzrVcqEgI/AAAAAAAAAho/5xGqZ1-7qOI/s200/P1030494.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pzrlcqEhI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hU6cncHwjRw/s1600-h/P1030496.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182081513867055634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-pzrlcqEhI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hU6cncHwjRw/s200/P1030496.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-p191cqEiI/AAAAAAAAAh4/aM_yrb0nGK8/s1600-h/P1030593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182084026422923810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-p191cqEiI/AAAAAAAAAh4/aM_yrb0nGK8/s200/P1030593.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/20261982-8223956027378895379?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/8223956027378895379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=8223956027378895379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/8223956027378895379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/8223956027378895379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2008/03/christmas-with-family-in-2007.html' title='~Christmas with Family in 2007~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R-p3ZlcqEjI/AAAAAAAAAiA/tMyDrEOUzLk/s72-c/P1030491.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-3902158628967796714</id><published>2008-03-08T21:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T03:29:09.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>~CNY 2008 with Family &amp; Relatives~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chinese new year family and relatives dinner.. it has been so many years we didn't catch up as a big family to have a proper sit down dinner. Of course, we still loose out eldest and third aunties, youngest uncle. Can't remember where's the exact name of the restaurant but it is around the Taman Mayang the plaza area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were waiting for our round to have the dinner and we booked the second round as it was really jam packed outside of the restaurant. Everyone of us were just standing or sitting on the chairs to be seated inside. Errrmmm, can't wait for the food actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KS2vI_BbI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fb1IYs3WA4Y/s1600-h/IMG_1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175360390866863538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KS2vI_BbI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fb1IYs3WA4Y/s200/IMG_1742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KS3PI_BcI/AAAAAAAAAdI/nSxWsKsBOSM/s1600-h/IMG_1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175360399456798146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KS3PI_BcI/AAAAAAAAAdI/nSxWsKsBOSM/s200/IMG_1743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I have said earlier on on my blog that "Yee Sang" is the open ceremony for the chinese new year eve's dinner onwards till the 15th day but of course I was working on the 15th day so didn't get to find my soulmate at the river side. Sad sad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KTFfI_BeI/AAAAAAAAAdY/i13iz6jvZA4/s1600-h/IMG_1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175360644269934050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KTFfI_BeI/AAAAAAAAAdY/i13iz6jvZA4/s200/IMG_1748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KSb_I_BaI/AAAAAAAAAc4/N9yj7FER-rA/s1600-h/IMG_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175359931305362850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KSb_I_BaI/AAAAAAAAAc4/N9yj7FER-rA/s200/IMG_1747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KS3fI_BdI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/kNd5WJ8d8dA/s1600-h/IMG_1746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175360403751765458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KS3fI_BdI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/kNd5WJ8d8dA/s200/IMG_1746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is one of my favourite dish of all time, yummiiiieeeeee... shark fins soup. Oh well, I actually love to drink soup all of my life especially when I am sick. Soup and chicken rice are my best buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KSbvI_BZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/VdP1zcjb0Y8/s1600-h/IMG_1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175359927010395538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KSbvI_BZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/VdP1zcjb0Y8/s200/IMG_1749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Steam fish is a must.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KSbfI_BYI/AAAAAAAAAco/pyx_IHj89vI/s1600-h/IMG_1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175359922715428226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KSbfI_BYI/AAAAAAAAAco/pyx_IHj89vI/s200/IMG_1751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prawns must be in the menu too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KSbfI_BXI/AAAAAAAAAcg/RQILXStkLDs/s1600-h/IMG_1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175359922715428210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KSbfI_BXI/AAAAAAAAAcg/RQILXStkLDs/s200/IMG_1752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chicken fried with onion was just an extra option, so it was not the actual dish in the menu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KSbPI_BWI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xxPaJM_s-uM/s1600-h/IMG_1753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175359918420460898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KSbPI_BWI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xxPaJM_s-uM/s200/IMG_1753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you love duck.. we have the duck. Anyone wants the duck brain???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KR3vI_BVI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/5FUAEAuJJLc/s1600-h/IMG_1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175359308535104850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KR3vI_BVI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/5FUAEAuJJLc/s200/IMG_1755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hhhrmm.. this is a surprise. It's a vegetarian dish, when you cut it into half, there are more veges inside. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KR3fI_BUI/AAAAAAAAAcI/IoHUlSHDnzE/s1600-h/IMG_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175359304240137538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KR3fI_BUI/AAAAAAAAAcI/IoHUlSHDnzE/s200/IMG_1756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KR3PI_BTI/AAAAAAAAAcA/XWdAe-Nmzgk/s1600-h/IMG_1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175359299945170226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KR3PI_BTI/AAAAAAAAAcA/XWdAe-Nmzgk/s200/IMG_1757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed out another rice dish but never mind, cause I was too full to even remember to take a photo of it and it's rice at the last dish before desert while we already asked for some steamed rice. So, this are the desert. We have a red bean glutinous ball and red bean paste deep fried and the "Leng Chi Kang" style desert soup. I think I haven't eaten desert for few weeks since chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KR3PI_BSI/AAAAAAAAAb4/WA4jVWhH7kE/s1600-h/IMG_1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175359299945170210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KR3PI_BSI/AAAAAAAAAb4/WA4jVWhH7kE/s200/IMG_1762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KR2vI_BRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Nqn-5cS-m9g/s1600-h/IMG_1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175359291355235602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KR2vI_BRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Nqn-5cS-m9g/s200/IMG_1764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/20261982-3902158628967796714?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/3902158628967796714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=3902158628967796714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/3902158628967796714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/3902158628967796714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2008/03/cny-2008-with-family-relatives.html' title='~CNY 2008 with Family &amp; Relatives~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9KS2vI_BbI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fb1IYs3WA4Y/s72-c/IMG_1742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-6470610494126131030</id><published>2008-03-07T19:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T19:24:03.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>~CNY 2008 with Bro &amp; Karen~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a dinner with my brother &amp;amp; Karen. First stop, 'yee sang' operation as we have to 'low low sang' (meaning by use the chopticks, stick it to the food and raise it up while doing the wishlist or good wishes for everyone). At least minimum two times in chinese new year for every year actually the more 'yee sang' the better it is for the whole year. 'Yee sang' is a chinese new year traditional dish aka a la carte over in Malaysia &amp;amp; Singapore as it is a wishing well for the whole year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EiTfI_BFI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/gkCCR_wl2RE/s1600-h/IMG_1875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174955164997452882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EiTfI_BFI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/gkCCR_wl2RE/s200/IMG_1875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EiTvI_BGI/AAAAAAAAAaY/r_Iz7yPAXmM/s1600-h/IMG_1877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174955169292420194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EiTvI_BGI/AAAAAAAAAaY/r_Iz7yPAXmM/s200/IMG_1877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EiTvI_BHI/AAAAAAAAAag/C_nXjLErpoA/s1600-h/IMG_1878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174955169292420210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EiTvI_BHI/AAAAAAAAAag/C_nXjLErpoA/s200/IMG_1878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9Eio_I_BII/AAAAAAAAAao/Yy1i083h64M/s1600-h/IMG_1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174955534364640386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9Eio_I_BII/AAAAAAAAAao/Yy1i083h64M/s200/IMG_1879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EipfI_BJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/LdTbyICz6-k/s1600-h/IMG_1882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174955542954574994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EipfI_BJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/LdTbyICz6-k/s200/IMG_1882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The dishes after the 'yee sang' is drunken chicken, garlic fried beans, kai lan oyster sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EjHfI_BNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/BLNtlc1SxtM/s1600-h/IMG_1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174956058350650578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EjHfI_BNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/BLNtlc1SxtM/s200/IMG_1886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EjHvI_BOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/9le8_liOr84/s1600-h/IMG_1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174956062645617890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EjHvI_BOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/9le8_liOr84/s200/IMG_1887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EjH_I_BPI/AAAAAAAAAbg/QN9xWKNVRkg/s1600-h/IMG_1892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174956066940585202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EjH_I_BPI/AAAAAAAAAbg/QN9xWKNVRkg/s200/IMG_1892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My brother - Kenny, Karen and I showing off the pattern of eating. I wonder why I always take pictures while people eating maybe it's the funny expression or bad image of them eating. Hrrmmm... interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9Eip_I_BKI/AAAAAAAAAa4/RoYJl7jYDVk/s1600-h/IMG_1881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174955551544509602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9Eip_I_BKI/AAAAAAAAAa4/RoYJl7jYDVk/s200/IMG_1881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EiqPI_BLI/AAAAAAAAAbA/iiD8VTnWw-A/s1600-h/IMG_1883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174955555839476914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EiqPI_BLI/AAAAAAAAAbA/iiD8VTnWw-A/s200/IMG_1883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EiqvI_BMI/AAAAAAAAAbI/8km8bXuO_y8/s1600-h/IMG_1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174955564429411522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EiqvI_BMI/AAAAAAAAAbI/8km8bXuO_y8/s200/IMG_1884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the live &amp;amp; life chicken aka Rooster in the cage at the restaurant called La La Chong Damansara. Very big chicken and knows what it means Time To Take Photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EiS_I_BDI/AAAAAAAAAaA/8yW2GI_8r9E/s1600-h/IMG_1873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174955156407518258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EiS_I_BDI/AAAAAAAAAaA/8yW2GI_8r9E/s200/IMG_1873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EiTPI_BEI/AAAAAAAAAaI/A023gQjdYtk/s1600-h/IMG_1874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174955160702485570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EiTPI_BEI/AAAAAAAAAaI/A023gQjdYtk/s200/IMG_1874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild dog walking on the street near the restaurant and I can tell you that it is NORMAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EjIPI_BQI/AAAAAAAAAbo/sZkBplubBO8/s1600-h/IMG_1891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174956071235552514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EjIPI_BQI/AAAAAAAAAbo/sZkBplubBO8/s200/IMG_1891.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/20261982-6470610494126131030?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/6470610494126131030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=6470610494126131030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6470610494126131030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6470610494126131030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2008/03/cny-2008-with-bro-karen.html' title='~CNY 2008 with Bro &amp; Karen~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/R9EiTfI_BFI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/gkCCR_wl2RE/s72-c/IMG_1875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-260490476309878199</id><published>2008-02-14T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:25:06.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>~Happy CNY 2008~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yah, another year another time togather all relatives and friends in this world to celebrate the new new chinese new year of 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I have been around with the families but relatives from Australia and Kedah came down to celebrate together. Had a good CNY eve dinner with them after so many years of not celebrating with them. Eventually, I missed the steamboat CNY I had back in Melbourne. You can say most of the time we ate steamboat dinners for special occasions even the darn hot weather was 42 degrees high. I think it's the easiest to cook and buy the food and eat to wait for it to cook and wash up and just that's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I'll upload the photos soon while you guys and gals get your ang paos while it is finishing the 15th days of CNY. Chiao weezzzz and happy CNY people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-260490476309878199?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/260490476309878199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=260490476309878199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/260490476309878199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/260490476309878199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-cny-2008.html' title='~Happy CNY 2008~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-5106944634795824742</id><published>2008-01-02T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:39:00.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>~Goodbye 2007 &amp; Hello 2008~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ups and downs happened last year for it was still a good year to end for the last time I was staying in Melbourne over the four years and 8 months since february 2003. I was glad that I went there without a friend, a relative and a place to stay but an university to go which I was relying to make more friends and not going around with the normal crowd that I used to hang out with over the past years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the time that I get to know locals and it was such a blessed time that I got to have few good friends that are truly friends when I was in time of trouble while studying and working. Words that are hard to understand, words that I have never come across all my life were friends and mentors taught me till I understand and remember how the words can stick in me for long to use it while I am working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the pictures were taken when I was in Melbourne was a time that I will not forget even though I didn't do much but last year was the year that I just kept on drinking almost every thursday till saturday after work. Oh well, we were just the bunch of alcoholics after work and talking shits after work and complaining the shits about personal lives too especially me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the few people that I want to say thank you for being there in the life of mine 2007 because they deserve it without knowing it. Thank you Dimitra for being there when I needed someone to talk to and to drink with and Julia for being the so called cheong hei mom in Melbourne when I always get into trouble. Thank you Jo for being the - you know, the.... I can't say it here, you know the thing we did after work. Thank you Andrew for making me to think the life that I want to walk and cherish the walk of my life. Thank you Desmond for introducing me to be rich in words and mind but hopefully it works and wish that I can be your partner as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lauren for giving me the chance to work and gain experience of working. Thank you Andrea for being the best teacher that is just always there to see her walk around in beauty school. Thank you mary for being the science teacher and sorry that I failed the CIDESCO theory the first time but I did it on the second. Thank you Irene and Lay for caring me all these while and bringing me around to have some good lunches, dinners and teas. Thank you brother, Kenny for just being my brother as you said take it or leave it - no choice as we're just stuck with each other as brother and sister. Thank you Dad and Mom for giving the opportunity to be in Melbourne for so many years and supporting me still until now which I have to resign and come back home to be a baby in the house again. For others, if I leave you out, don't worry, you are still in my heart. Friends that have long non contact with, wish you all the best and happiness for 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008..... people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-5106944634795824742?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/5106944634795824742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=5106944634795824742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/5106944634795824742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/5106944634795824742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-2007-hello-2008.html' title='~Goodbye 2007 &amp; Hello 2008~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-4775411243077654561</id><published>2007-12-22T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T13:24:49.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>~Daddy Tan is coming 4 Christmas~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My dad is arriving today at KL around evening and we will be going to have dinner straight after coming down from the airpost - KLIA. Of course we have cleaned the house and now we just have to wash the dogs and vacuum them before dad arrives. Christmas has no idea where we are going to celebrate but absolutely going to and presents are at home to be open after dinner. We will have lots of pictures and will posts it soon after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-4775411243077654561?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/4775411243077654561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=4775411243077654561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/4775411243077654561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/4775411243077654561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/12/daddy-tan-is-coming-4-christmas.html' title='~Daddy Tan is coming 4 Christmas~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-5600185025588571621</id><published>2007-12-14T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T01:06:53.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><title type='text'>~On the way from Sydney to Kuala Lumpur Malaysia Part II~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3rd week ever since I came back, I went up to Penang for a good old time memory and of course to find Julia as well. I've not been back there for 7 years, - WOW -, it has been really a long time and most of the spots are now change. I went to all the new shopping malls, went to the G Hotel around Gurney Drive but eventually we didn't get to go for dinner or supper at Gurney Drive due to can't find a PARKING LOT. Yeh, it is so busy till we just drive pass and look at people eating and enjoying the good old sea view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a good time even though, I've to wait for Julia to come back half day work for 2 times in nearly a week holiday up at Penang. Most of the time, we spent outside and the petrol really costs her like nobody's business. We went to see Desmond and Wendy at the Queensbay area, can't remember what's the particular office area called. Anyway, some where near the area, only 10 mins drive away or less if the drives let you go through the roundabout easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After meeting up with them, we went back home. Wrong turning due to heavy rain and road side water splashed on the window screens, can't even look where we are going till the wiper (driver's side) suddenly stop moving. Julia and I were like, SHIT, what are we going to do and we just can't stop in the middle of the road. We just have to drive a little bit more till we found a road side that is safer to park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went down have a look at the wiper but just couldn't work and nothing was stuck. Just have to drive out no matter what happen. Yah, went to the wrong turning when I said earlier on. Just have to keep on going straight till I saw 2 police under the bridge just waiting for the heavy rain to clear. I asked Julia - parked in front of them and asked them to help or else we can't do much with just the wiper couldn't work and it's too dangerous to drive back in this kind of weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went down, talked to one of the police with English and he can some how manage to understand me but I struggle to talk in Malay with him till Julia came down and explain to him more in Malay. He started to understand what am I referring to at last. He looked at it and tested the wiper, it was just loosen. He then asked Julia to open the bonet and she doesn't know how to do it since it was the mom's car - BMW. I even worst, I don't even drive these kind of car, obviously I have no idea how to open it. The polices were just plain laughing at us that drive this kind of luxurious car but don't know how to open the bonet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we were asking him the way of going back home. He then said to us that U-turn from this traffic lights and go all the way straight is to Ayer Itam. In my mind I was thinking it is not an u-turn which we can use to turn but since he said that why not just do whatever he said. The other police was nice enough to tell us that on the way you can go to the workshop to repair the wiper. I even asked him is it safe to go back home without the wiper on, he said can if you dare to do it just have to drive slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suddenly, the rain just stopped and I said - Oh no, no need already as the rain already stopped, we can go home straight without the wiper. The police was nice enough to help us to use the wiper and remove the raindrops on the windscreen. Ooii.... never thought the police is sooooo nice in Penang. Maybe better than KL, maybe ok, not very sure because it did not happen to me in KL before. Then, we left to made an u-turn and we have to stop to due the traffic lights were red. Suddenly, I saw the blue red colours and I looked behind thought that the polices were escorting us back. I was so proud, mana tahu - perasan saja (means how do I know, mix emotion) that they were just going off to another way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, Julia found the way back and we were safely arrived at home. Saw the whole family having dinner but we were so hungry till I can faint easily but then have to explain to the mom about what had happen just now. Julia's brother and uncle helped to repair the wiper as it was just loosen. We went out with Julia's brother and his girlfriend to have supper. Haiiii..... finally can eat already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-5600185025588571621?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/5600185025588571621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=5600185025588571621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/5600185025588571621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/5600185025588571621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-way-from-sydney-to-kuala-lumpur_14.html' title='~On the way from Sydney to Kuala Lumpur Malaysia Part II~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-7508172532595454765</id><published>2007-12-13T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:12:54.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><title type='text'>~On the way from Sydney to Kuala Lumpur Malaysia Part I~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I left Sydney on the 8th November 2007 and sat the MH 122 flight to Kuala Lumpur Malaysia. After nearly 3 years of not sitting a plane, I reminded myself I need to fasten the belt after I load my handbags on top. Yes, I forgotten how to use the belt in 2004 after I finished my university. I didn't even dare to ask people how to use it, I just slowly think a way of fastening by looking at the person sitting right next to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This trip was a good memory for me as I met 2 guys - 1 is older and another 1 was the air steward. I was kind of glad cause the whole trip at least I don't get to be bored like a turtle. So, I was surprised that the air steward was spending more time with me than anyone in the plane but he was nice enough to talk to both of the guy next to me and I. Treated like a business class passenger as he took more magazines for me to read and I didn't get to finish the 2 and half magazines that he gave me and the one in the pocket. I wanted to take it back home but I have taking too many things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had heartburned half way through and I didn't have any medicine with me, sucks, as I was hurting like nobody's business. The old man next to me still talks like nobody's business about what he likes and what happened to his friend that had heartburn problem too. I was like SHUT UP can you please let me have a time of myself and I really have no sense of mood of wanting to listen to all these conversations when it doesn't concern about me and it doesn't help as well. Of course as Aries, we love to be having all the attention when of course there my guy was paying more attention to me as well. Ok, cut the air steward short, his name is Arjuna. The old man can't remember his name cause I've stopped corresponding with him. Hahahaha... things badly did happen from him to me. You all can guess about it, better avoid him but can't remember his name, sorry dude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arjuna aka AJ was really taking care of me very well and most of the section air stewards and air stewardess were saying to me, I'll ask him to see you soon. Not long, there he was in front of me again, taking care of me the whole way till my heartburn was calmed. It all begins from te alcohol he made for me actually but I didn't say it was from there. I guessed he knew that it was from that cause he said about different pressure from the ground compared to the air. So, I looked like a tomato the whole trip till one of the girl has to bring a cool towel for me to ICE myself down. Hhrrmmm.. business class hey. Anyway, my water bottle was refilled all the time as soon as it was empty without asking me but AJ just grabbed it and brought it back soonish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeh, I know what you know. I'm not too blunt this time but at least I've got taken care of in the plane. We were talking most of the time throughout the flight and this time was not a bad trip for me to go back home. At least, I made an effort to know people in this flight compared to last time I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been back to my home country for almost 1 month and 5 days. As soon as I arrived, my mom's relatives came down for a visit includes my grandma too whom I haven't seen for almotst 3 years. She looks younger after so many years of not seeing her, I think as she doesn't have to think that much as her son, my uncle is taking care of the business now. I didn't really talked to her much but we did talk about what I've been doing in Australia and what will I be doing when am here. That's the whole conversation that involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next day's dinner, we celebrated a day earlier for my brother's birthday. Yes, the kind of whole family except my dad was not there to be part of it and we went to this secluded place to eat seafood - CRABS... of course am not talking about scabies... as we all know what that causes and how it can jump from another place to another place. Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone left on Sunday and finally I have my peace and rest throughout the damn whole freaking week of not going out till Desmond, my old time friend from Penang came and brought me out for drinks till I don't even know what sort of questions he was asking me. Yes, I was that blur till I don't understand a thing until now. I always have to ask him what sort of questions but he can't remember too. Pointless for me to crack my head to dig out the questions that he asked me. It was a great time to see him after so many years and finally met his girlfriend, Wendy and now part of my friend circle in KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-7508172532595454765?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/7508172532595454765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=7508172532595454765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/7508172532595454765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/7508172532595454765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-way-from-sydney-to-kuala-lumpur.html' title='~On the way from Sydney to Kuala Lumpur Malaysia Part I~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-482696911049016390</id><published>2007-11-03T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T22:34:42.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~My party time~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh yes, I'm going away from melbourne started from coming tuesday on the 7th Nov 2007. I'm going to miss the big time outing with my workmates. I miss the life here some how or rather even my ex was saying that I didn't have the great time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just because I was pretty occupied with what I want to finish off and achieved to get the results what I wanted to see and I didn't notice much with my life over here in Melbourne, but for sure I have been having great after drink time with my workmates for the past 4 months. That's what I am going to miss most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that I was hanging out with but I think everything that consists of drinking that's where I will get myself into. I started to talk to the locals because they would not understand as they might think that I might be interested in them but unfortunately I was just hanging around playing around with them. hahaha.. I think I'm freaking drunk now cause I don't even know what the hack am talking about. At least, I know that I had fun after work drinking at Prince Alfred and the second time I was at elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad but I really like the lifestlye that I have for the past weeks. I will eventually miss my girls drinking with me. Plus a guy that helps me crack my back bone. I really love it. Dimitra was saying to me that I need to move on and find someone that can physically crack my bone while I'm back in malaysia. hahaha.. That's funny.. if I can get a guy to do that for me properly and not trying to paralyze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne was there, she was my teacher back in Elly Lukas Beauty school. She can dance and we had a great time. Loiuse is her sister whom she was working with us. Anyway, I'm going to shower as I don't even know what I am writing here as I'm just babbling here without thinking much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I just want to say Thank You Girls from the Endota Spa which has been helping me with work and guiding me through the worst time of starting to work. Andrew, whom has been helping me to CALM down for nothing much important when it has to be unimportant at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-482696911049016390?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/482696911049016390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=482696911049016390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/482696911049016390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/482696911049016390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-party-time.html' title='~My party time~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-7718653277733722319</id><published>2007-10-07T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T20:31:33.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>~Randomizing the life of work~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I'm heading up to Sydney next year to live and work. It is a good thing as I have to go somewhere new again to start all over after nearly 5 years in Melbourne which my life is getting bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People can just randomly said that "You have me what". For me, it's just bullshit and I will not believe in that sort of sentence as it is so naive to give a plain promise. People won't understand what it really meant to some people as it is not a joke as some people still believe that there are people that can be still trusted and rely on in any situations. I'm naive but I still believe that this person will still exist in this world. So, don't be stupid and just give me plain promises as I can still remember after 10 years of what you have promised me in words and day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I'm leaving and I'll miss my after work drinks with my workmates at Endota Spa from Port Melbourne where we always go to Prince Alfred Hotel just few blocks away from us at Bay Street. Cool thing to cool off the temperature after so many years of nothing drinking beer. Pure Blonde is not my type as I have headache after drinking and you'll ended up seeing me going to sleep and take panadeine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-7718653277733722319?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/7718653277733722319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=7718653277733722319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/7718653277733722319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/7718653277733722319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/10/randomizing-life-of-work.html' title='~Randomizing the life of work~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-1300581565175543356</id><published>2007-09-23T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T09:29:25.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>~Life in Melbourne~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4 and half years in Melbourne was the thoughest decision that I've made to come over. Not a friend nor a family members to rely on but I've still survive for that long years. Not any of the Melbourne memories made me think back twice. Nothing I've done is regretful but once and I've to move on again. Life in Melbourne was nothing great as weather is crazy, people are not really that nice compared to Geelong (where my heart usually goes), more clubs, pubs and bars that young people are investing their money into it, but there was once I had fun with some friends that don't go to this places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was happy with the first 3 years but after that nothing made me happy, I think it's time to leave this place as my heart is getting colder with Melbourne. Nothing made me stay for longer as my duties are done so far. Graduated twice, found jobs, got my PR, had a car and had a courier but just no man in Melbourne. Maybe it's good because I got to do what I need to be done first and man was not in the list until someone comes up to me one day. As long as my family is with me, nothing make me sad. I'm happy to leave Melbourne as the duties are done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-1300581565175543356?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/1300581565175543356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=1300581565175543356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/1300581565175543356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/1300581565175543356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-in-melbourne.html' title='~Life in Melbourne~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-5218656752645077049</id><published>2007-09-18T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T13:49:03.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>~Falling off the Face of the Earth by Matt Wertz~</title><content type='html'>Stay away from me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone soon&lt;br /&gt;It's just so hard to let go once we've grabbed hold&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing that you've done&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I'm just learning to be in twenty-three places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause' I'm falling off the face of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Crashing into bridges I burn&lt;br /&gt;And I'm falling off the face of the earth&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this how the story goes&lt;br /&gt;When rubber meets the road&lt;br /&gt;Waving goodbye is so hard without hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause' I'm falling off the face of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Crashing into bridges I burn&lt;br /&gt;And I'm falling off the face of the earth&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be home soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep forgetting to&lt;br /&gt;Keep you an arms length away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm falling off the face of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Crashing into bridges I burn&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling off the face of the earth&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be home soon&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home soon&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-5218656752645077049?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/5218656752645077049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=5218656752645077049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/5218656752645077049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/5218656752645077049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/09/falling-off-face-of-earth-by-matt-wertz.html' title='~Falling off the Face of the Earth by Matt Wertz~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-3867620000114358604</id><published>2007-09-13T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T19:53:04.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>~Listen to 5:19 by Matt Wertz~</title><content type='html'>But not from here ladies and gents, let me learn how to fix the audio thing for you when I have the time to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying throught my teeth if I told you&lt;br /&gt;That I'm ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When July came I thought I had it all together&lt;br /&gt;Til' you said I need some space&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one eye on the clock&lt;br /&gt;And one on the phoneIt's 5:19...&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;And if I could talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I'd want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding loose&lt;br /&gt;But ain't letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know that I could think myself dizzy&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm spinning around&lt;br /&gt;I know you said, "baby, don't worry"&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you right now&lt;br /&gt;I said I, miss you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one eye on the clock&lt;br /&gt;And one on the phone&lt;br /&gt;It's 5:19...&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;And if I could talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I'd want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding loose&lt;br /&gt;But ain't letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, take all the time you need&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here, waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one eye on the clock&lt;br /&gt;And one on the phone&lt;br /&gt;It's 5:19...&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;So if I could talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I'd want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding loose&lt;br /&gt;But ain't letting go(x2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-3867620000114358604?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/3867620000114358604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=3867620000114358604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/3867620000114358604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/3867620000114358604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/09/listen-to-519-by-matt-wertz.html' title='~Listen to 5:19 by Matt Wertz~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-3852348910807837818</id><published>2007-09-06T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:25:47.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Outings'/><title type='text'>~At the QV Market~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My dad was actually choosing his cowboy hats for his work at the field. He needs it just to stay away from the sun shining on his face. I was just there to play around and saw this brown hat. Tried it on and mom said it's nice on me. We ended took a picture but I didn't get my hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rt_wwm6SqdI/AAAAAAAAAX8/c0_69YEyWSc/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(27).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107065220330858962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rt_wwm6SqdI/AAAAAAAAAX8/c0_69YEyWSc/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(27).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was taking care J for me while I went into the pet shop to find some good lease for J. Dad took this picture without mom's knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rt_ww26SqeI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FVYzKnZZNj0/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(28).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107065224625826274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rt_ww26SqeI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FVYzKnZZNj0/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(28).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/20261982-3852348910807837818?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/3852348910807837818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=3852348910807837818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/3852348910807837818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/3852348910807837818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-qv-market.html' title='~At the QV Market~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rt_wwm6SqdI/AAAAAAAAAX8/c0_69YEyWSc/s72-c/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(27).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-1469930691355219167</id><published>2007-09-06T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:19:32.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>~The other family gathering pics~</title><content type='html'>This is my dad's oldest sister - Tua ko and her husband - Uncle Peter. I was there with mom and this happened in Simone's house around Fitzroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rt_v0G6SqbI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mCft6Rd1TOw/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(22).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107064180948773298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rt_v0G6SqbI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mCft6Rd1TOw/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(22).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last around past 3 years, my dad was happy to be in the picture with his sister and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rt_v0W6SqcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uPoQ2t8ZeZA/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(24).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107064185243740610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rt_v0W6SqcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uPoQ2t8ZeZA/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(24).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/20261982-1469930691355219167?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/1469930691355219167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=1469930691355219167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/1469930691355219167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/1469930691355219167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/09/other-family-gathering-pics.html' title='~The other family gathering pics~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rt_v0G6SqbI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mCft6Rd1TOw/s72-c/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(22).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-1412992629237306196</id><published>2007-08-17T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:29:47.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><title type='text'>~My Yaris~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my yaris bought by my dad as a present for my degree whom I ended up finishing it in two years time as promised. Bullshit.... if I'm that rich. Nah, dad got it for me as a working car and compact enough for myself to drive around Australia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099604728993720690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVve26SqXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kiiB_dC8MNg/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(17).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVvfG6SqYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EECE5ya6JyY/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099604733288688002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVvfG6SqYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EECE5ya6JyY/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(18).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVvfW6SqZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/EboRDtPoWlE/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099604737583655314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVvfW6SqZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/EboRDtPoWlE/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(19).jpg" border="0" /&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/20261982-1412992629237306196?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/1412992629237306196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=1412992629237306196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/1412992629237306196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/1412992629237306196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-yaris.html' title='~My Yaris~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVve26SqXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kiiB_dC8MNg/s72-c/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(17).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-8414211884281057781</id><published>2007-08-17T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T17:47:30.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>~My workplace~</title><content type='html'>This is my workplace, Endota Spa Port Melbourne situated at 403, Bay Street, Port Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVuGG6SqVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/vhLhpd5jGpU/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099603204280330578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVuGG6SqVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/vhLhpd5jGpU/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(11).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only white building at the corner of bay street and crockford street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVuGW6SqWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2zUDpUMrzXk/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099603208575297890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVuGW6SqWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2zUDpUMrzXk/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(21).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/20261982-8414211884281057781?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/8414211884281057781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=8414211884281057781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/8414211884281057781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/8414211884281057781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-workplace.html' title='~My workplace~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVuGG6SqVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/vhLhpd5jGpU/s72-c/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(11).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-929106000030122071</id><published>2007-08-17T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:30:06.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>~My son, J Tan~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My son is so cute that dad decided to take pictures of him wearing sunglasses and specs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVq_W6SqRI/AAAAAAAAAWc/E1U7Vw95ezU/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.2.0+(105).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099599789781330194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVq_W6SqRI/AAAAAAAAAWc/E1U7Vw95ezU/s320/Picture-Melbourne.2.0+(105).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVq_m6SqSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/z0HcrcOQC3M/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.2.0+(106).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099599794076297506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVq_m6SqSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/z0HcrcOQC3M/s320/Picture-Melbourne.2.0+(106).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVq_26SqTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/E7NZUBw-RGI/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.2.0+(107).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099599798371264818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVq_26SqTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/E7NZUBw-RGI/s320/Picture-Melbourne.2.0+(107).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his normal sleeping pattern when he is seriously sound asleep... X-Rated! Sorry for viewing his private parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVrAG6SqUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/DYkQRyjWmYw/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(29).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099599802666232130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVrAG6SqUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/DYkQRyjWmYw/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(29).jpg" border="0" /&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/20261982-929106000030122071?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/929106000030122071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=929106000030122071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/929106000030122071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/929106000030122071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-son-j-tan.html' title='~My son, J Tan~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVq_W6SqRI/AAAAAAAAAWc/E1U7Vw95ezU/s72-c/Picture-Melbourne.2.0+(105).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-4523023582779356392</id><published>2007-08-17T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T17:47:50.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>~This happened in KL before everyone comes to Australia~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my brother - Kenny and his gf - Grace having dinner at the Japanese Restaurant back in Kuala Lumpur somewhere. I haven't been there yet, hopefully I will one day when I go back to Malaysia for holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVoc26SqLI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Y_QRPuhqEhE/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099596998052587698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVoc26SqLI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Y_QRPuhqEhE/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom proudly standing next to my bro's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVodW6SqMI/AAAAAAAAAV0/VKc1sGfJGtQ/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099597006642522306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVodW6SqMI/AAAAAAAAAV0/VKc1sGfJGtQ/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad at the Japnese Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVodm6SqNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IGlDj9nTvLk/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099597010937489618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVodm6SqNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IGlDj9nTvLk/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro leading the way out of the shopping mall obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVod26SqOI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_CQCHyvygq8/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099597015232456930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVod26SqOI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_CQCHyvygq8/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, dad and Grace after dinner mint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVoeG6SqPI/AAAAAAAAAWM/lqfTlkNn7C4/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099597019527424242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVoeG6SqPI/AAAAAAAAAWM/lqfTlkNn7C4/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My bro, mom and dad having another dinner mint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVp_G6SqQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/cdl-6Xdu2-0/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099598685974735106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVp_G6SqQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/cdl-6Xdu2-0/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(8).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/20261982-4523023582779356392?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/4523023582779356392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=4523023582779356392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/4523023582779356392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/4523023582779356392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-happened-in-kl-before-everyone.html' title='~This happened in KL before everyone comes to Australia~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsVoc26SqLI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Y_QRPuhqEhE/s72-c/Picture-Melbourne.1.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-6204529182414309952</id><published>2007-08-16T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:29:00.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>~27th July 8.45pm @ Melbourne Airport~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, my parents' flight arrived at 7.30pm. They came out around 8pm and I wasn't there until 8.30pm. Why? Because I went to friend's house just to ask them to help me finish up the knitted scarf that I wanted to give it to my mom on the spot and mobile for my dad. At least both of them have presents when they arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my mummy... talking on the mobile with my brother who is still in KL and his coming to sydney soon next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsRUXm6SqJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/KjkMuZYmTOw/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099293442649008274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsRUXm6SqJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/KjkMuZYmTOw/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(9).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my dad, we have to take the pictures by ourselves cause mom was too busy talking on the mobile still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsRXNm6SqKI/AAAAAAAAAVk/01uEVTFiztw/s1600-h/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099296569385199778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsRXNm6SqKI/AAAAAAAAAVk/01uEVTFiztw/s320/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(10).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/20261982-6204529182414309952?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/6204529182414309952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=6204529182414309952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6204529182414309952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6204529182414309952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/08/27th-july-845pm-melbourne-airport.html' title='~27th July 8.45pm @ Melbourne Airport~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RsRUXm6SqJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/KjkMuZYmTOw/s72-c/Picture-Melbourne.1.1+(9).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-2601582878581318829</id><published>2007-08-09T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:29:17.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>~Sydney is where I am now for the next 2 days~</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm at my aunt's house. Took lots of pictures so far for the sydney trip. So, won't be lllooononnnnnngggg to post it at the blog. Stay tune for new pictures of mine and families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaa.... muakszzzzz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-2601582878581318829?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/2601582878581318829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=2601582878581318829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/2601582878581318829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/2601582878581318829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/08/sydney-is-where-i-am-now-for-next-2.html' title='~Sydney is where I am now for the next 2 days~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-2873876873992126195</id><published>2007-07-31T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:08:11.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>~Busy as a monster~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yah, a MONSTER not a bee... so, be understandable, when my parents are with me. Stop calling, texting or try to ask me to go out. I'm doom not hanging out with any friends when my parents are here. This is the latest warning from my mom. The only one that I can spend time with is my son, J. The rest eat whatever you can when am not around with you. Thanks julia for being there not to find me when my parents are here with me all these years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-2873876873992126195?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/2873876873992126195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=2873876873992126195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/2873876873992126195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/2873876873992126195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy-as-monster.html' title='~Busy as a monster~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-9039663345039237746</id><published>2007-07-19T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:25:34.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>~Hello~</title><content type='html'>Hello...&lt;br /&gt;Hi...&lt;br /&gt;Yellow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm saying BYE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-9039663345039237746?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/9039663345039237746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=9039663345039237746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/9039663345039237746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/9039663345039237746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello.html' title='~Hello~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-3239746393412340837</id><published>2007-07-02T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:32:24.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Product Training'/><title type='text'>~Endota Training @ Richmond~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was in the Quest Richmond for the Endota Training and was not actually looking forward to it. Don't know why but when I was there the whole day, I knew why. Anyway, the training was at Richmond and it starts at 10am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RojPUXyg3EI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Bw9bB4CcbGw/s1600-h/IMG_1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082540128377822274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RojPUXyg3EI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Bw9bB4CcbGw/s320/IMG_1521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is Kyla who works in the Endota Head Office, I didn't get to know what she does there but must have something to do with marketing side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RojPinyg3FI/AAAAAAAAAUs/9Pc3VqRYRcQ/s1600-h/IMG_1515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082540373190958162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RojPinyg3FI/AAAAAAAAAUs/9Pc3VqRYRcQ/s320/IMG_1515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lupka is from Pevonia and she was here to just talk through about errrrr.... retail, I think. By the way, if I don't know what I was talking. You might think the best way is that I was not actually hearing the lots of the training throughout the day as I was little bit sleepy as theory teaching does not work on me at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RojQ1Xyg3KI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5Sc_tIQpK5s/s1600-h/IMG_1514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082541794825133218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RojQ1Xyg3KI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5Sc_tIQpK5s/s320/IMG_1514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Melanie who is one of the owner of Endota and another one is Belinda whom she was not there. I only know now that both of them are beauty therapist and they studied together. Endota means beautiful in aborigin language. The logo which has many rounds like a stone belongs to malaikat stone thing that has something to do with healing or wellness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RojQh3yg3JI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WRzVWYJKZNc/s1600-h/IMG_1517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082541459817684114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RojQh3yg3JI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WRzVWYJKZNc/s320/IMG_1517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was served with pumkin soup and lots of different sandwiches. Of course the tea and water is served another part of the conference room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RojQW3yg3II/AAAAAAAAAVE/9kSAcZeW-IQ/s1600-h/IMG_1518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082541270839123074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RojQW3yg3II/AAAAAAAAAVE/9kSAcZeW-IQ/s320/IMG_1518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David who is the remedial massage therapist to start with and owned one of the Endota back then but now working for the Head Office for treatment training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RojQJXyg3HI/AAAAAAAAAU8/sEatIav2hcE/s1600-h/IMG_1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082541038910889074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RojQJXyg3HI/AAAAAAAAAU8/sEatIav2hcE/s320/IMG_1519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go off after training but it was good enough to see who is working for which endota around australia. So there were therapist from adelaide, barrosa, richmond, port melbourne, eltham, and etc. 10 mins before 4 pm, most of us are happy to go back home for good dinner chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RojP-3yg3GI/AAAAAAAAAU0/iHJWMcRy24E/s1600-h/IMG_1520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082540858522262626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RojP-3yg3GI/AAAAAAAAAU0/iHJWMcRy24E/s320/IMG_1520.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/20261982-3239746393412340837?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/3239746393412340837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=3239746393412340837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/3239746393412340837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/3239746393412340837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/07/endota-training-richmond.html' title='~Endota Training @ Richmond~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RojPUXyg3EI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Bw9bB4CcbGw/s72-c/IMG_1521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-387535343269913672</id><published>2007-07-01T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:46:41.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>~Georgia's Birthday Bash~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Georgia was the girl that worked with us at the Endota Spa Port Melbourne as an experienced girl for the school to do manicure and pedicure. This is her whom is married and with a kid - a boy but he was not home last night. *I look huge with the coat on - should have to take it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocbiXyg29I/AAAAAAAAATs/GGfBnm2ic0Y/s1600-h/IMG_1504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082060981826280402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocbiXyg29I/AAAAAAAAATs/GGfBnm2ic0Y/s320/IMG_1504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia's best friend, I think he name is Tara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocbwHyg2-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/8GjSAhZUI4o/s1600-h/IMG_1505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082061218049481698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocbwHyg2-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/8GjSAhZUI4o/s320/IMG_1505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara's sister, Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocbKHyg27I/AAAAAAAAATc/nIcIVpwcSaw/s1600-h/IMG_1502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082060565214452658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocbKHyg27I/AAAAAAAAATc/nIcIVpwcSaw/s320/IMG_1502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This guy is such a humour and tell you the truth, most of the time I don't even understand what he says. Seriously, I don't think anyone get what he says but he is also annoying people. Attention seeker I guess. Don't know how to spell his name but I think it's Angi, something like that sound. He said he EX lives around Meadow Heights, hahaha....That's Maria and Georgia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocbWXyg28I/AAAAAAAAATk/SViDUqXdxkc/s1600-h/IMG_1503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082060775667850178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocbWXyg28I/AAAAAAAAATk/SViDUqXdxkc/s320/IMG_1503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia drinking SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS, got too smashed and has to go to bed and ZZZZZZZZ. Well, didn't really eat the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocaxXyg25I/AAAAAAAAATM/LVvVbtc8-VE/s1600-h/IMG_1500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082060140012690322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocaxXyg25I/AAAAAAAAATM/LVvVbtc8-VE/s320/IMG_1500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stan, Tara and Maria's brother, his cute chubby boy, huh? 7 months single and happy living single live at the moment. Got lots of cuddle from this Greek boy at the end of the night cause he was smased. Tell you the truth, his cute and big enough for good cuddles as he resembles a big teddy bear. I think I'm obsessed with soft, white, bigger size teddy to hug all the time. It's just nice and lovely to have one whom can talk back to you. Hahaha... Oh yah, he goes to Amber Lounge on Saturdays as he said it's Greek night for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rocb8Hyg2_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/zajjD3e1WHc/s1600-h/IMG_1506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082061424207911922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rocb8Hyg2_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/zajjD3e1WHc/s320/IMG_1506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The kids are from another friend, I think the oldest is 10 years old, Gemini - split personality. Oh, Stan is Gemini too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocZ_Xyg22I/AAAAAAAAAS0/bzEZUkvcTa0/s1600-h/IMG_1496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082059281019231074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocZ_Xyg22I/AAAAAAAAAS0/bzEZUkvcTa0/s320/IMG_1496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids building tumbler castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Roca-Xyg26I/AAAAAAAAATU/TOTwCcHnaGA/s1600-h/IMG_1501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082060363350989730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Roca-Xyg26I/AAAAAAAAATU/TOTwCcHnaGA/s320/IMG_1501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've joined to play Uno with the kids and Stan. The oldest is Chris on the left and Stan trying to move away the cards so Chris wouldn't cheat or spying on his cards. Plus, Stan is very good with kids even though he's smased. He's like a big kid himself and his 22 years old. He said he loves kids, want to get marry soon and have kids. What a cute guy.... yummie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rocc6nyg3DI/AAAAAAAAAUc/BJ8q5sDGF3M/s1600-h/IMG_1511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082062497949735986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rocc6nyg3DI/AAAAAAAAAUc/BJ8q5sDGF3M/s320/IMG_1511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The twins, Adrian on the right and the left is something like Andrea, I guess. Adrian is 6 minutes older than the other one but younger one are organized and helpful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Roccunyg3CI/AAAAAAAAAUU/E4EWleDS-qY/s1600-h/IMG_1510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082062291791305762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Roccunyg3CI/AAAAAAAAAUU/E4EWleDS-qY/s320/IMG_1510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia serving Shots for the guests to have a good drink outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocaeXyg24I/AAAAAAAAATE/602BMAmOGZU/s1600-h/IMG_1499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082059813595175810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocaeXyg24I/AAAAAAAAATE/602BMAmOGZU/s320/IMG_1499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamb and chicken, yupe. I never thought they would order this one at home to serve the guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocaOHyg23I/AAAAAAAAAS8/fFBTvhdd5Ow/s1600-h/IMG_1498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082059534422301554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocaOHyg23I/AAAAAAAAAS8/fFBTvhdd5Ow/s320/IMG_1498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tara making some shots - baileys &amp;amp; kahlua. Butterscotch with baileys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocZxXyg21I/AAAAAAAAASs/XKn5z_V1nLI/s1600-h/IMG_1495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082059040501062482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocZxXyg21I/AAAAAAAAASs/XKn5z_V1nLI/s320/IMG_1495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the whole tray that is going to be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocZkHyg20I/AAAAAAAAASk/xiYe1mFh5wE/s1600-h/IMG_1494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082058812867795778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocZkHyg20I/AAAAAAAAASk/xiYe1mFh5wE/s320/IMG_1494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shots, Midori and butterscotch or maybe vodka absolut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoccN3yg3AI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Ho2aI7XK8lU/s1600-h/IMG_1507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082061729150589954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoccN3yg3AI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Ho2aI7XK8lU/s320/IMG_1507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed until 2 in the morning, didn't get to drink much cause I have to drive back home. If not, shots shots shots all the way and I'll be happy with it all night long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-387535343269913672?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/387535343269913672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=387535343269913672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/387535343269913672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/387535343269913672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/07/georgias-birthday-bash.html' title='~Georgia&apos;s Birthday Bash~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RocbiXyg29I/AAAAAAAAATs/GGfBnm2ic0Y/s72-c/IMG_1504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-5344744666843549798</id><published>2007-06-29T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:29:56.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>~Lost in love~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tuesday that was gone, I spoke to Margot - Payot Distributer for our spa about I don't know whether I'm good in being a beauty therapist cause people just do not listen to what you want to try to make themselves healthier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Margot said that I have the HEART, I'm perfect for my job. It's hard to have a beauty therapist that have the thoughts that would want to care for others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm touched and delighted to know that she understands me on that spot because there were not many people know about it. Just a few I can say whom is my family and closest friends. I might forget your birthdays and your beloved anniversary. How I know you and how we all became friends. How we became so close and what drew us to be such besties. But it's all about caring and friends who are in need indeed in help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm emotional when people that I love and care are no longer going to be just kms away from my house but have to fly to a specific destination to see them and gives a good long friendship or loving hugs. It's true that I have to go out more often to find friends but I'm too traditional because long friendships are hard to build. If I have a boy friend that can go shopping and has girlie chats with me, I'm awfully delighted to have you onboard too. I think I sound desperate but I can tell you the truth. I'm desperate and I do miss my closest friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-5344744666843549798?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/5344744666843549798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=5344744666843549798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/5344744666843549798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/5344744666843549798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/06/lost.html' title='~Lost in love~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-2617317683782385460</id><published>2007-06-28T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T15:07:00.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty School'/><title type='text'>~Resit for ITEC Waxing Theory~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehhee... went to resit for my exam today at 9. Guess what, I didn't arrive quarter pass 9 cause I was in the heavy traffic - city. I now understand that when it rains, PEOPLE DRIVES TO WORK or STUDY...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yeh, half way there - called the school to inform them that I'm late - Cool Huh? The university won't even bother whether you are late, who cares! You late you eat shit. So, I was busy walking up and down at the school's building because we have lots of students sitting for the exam half yearly. Then, changed quite a few classes and ended up sitting just to wait for - YOU ARE READY TO START. Eventually, my heart was not pumping as hard as previously when I was sitting for the exam last year end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last of all the stupid thing, I announce that I FORGOTTEN TO BRING PEN for the exam. Oh, that was cute! I have to go to the reception - find some pens, and people went to me - what the hack are you doing? I'm like - errrr, searching for pen. Tam and another girl were like, how could you forget to bring your pen to sit for exam? I went - oh well, there you go, I DID! But not point of me getting the pen cause we ended up using the HD pencil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-2617317683782385460?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/2617317683782385460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=2617317683782385460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/2617317683782385460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/2617317683782385460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/06/resit-for-itec-waxing-theory.html' title='~Resit for ITEC Waxing Theory~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-6488124604977141856</id><published>2007-06-26T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T17:56:43.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Product Training'/><title type='text'>~Payot Product Training @ ParkView Hotel @ St Kilda~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I have missed my own perfect sleeps on Monday and Tuesday as I have to go for the Payot Product Knowledge Training at 9am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDaSQhdO3I/AAAAAAAAASc/gu4jJeIIxp4/s1600-h/IMG_1485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080300386881715058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDaSQhdO3I/AAAAAAAAASc/gu4jJeIIxp4/s320/IMG_1485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is presented by Kelly who has been working for Payot for quite a long time and she was a qualified nutrisionist as well. This training works well cause we touch about how the ingredients help the skin to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDaHAhdO2I/AAAAAAAAASU/55xw0X8NWTs/s1600-h/IMG_1487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080300193608186722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDaHAhdO2I/AAAAAAAAASU/55xw0X8NWTs/s320/IMG_1487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Maple Conference Room and it is cozy to have this kind of training as it just gives us different place to refresh the brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDZ6whdO1I/AAAAAAAAASM/RZPnCZVWxxs/s1600-h/IMG_1484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080299983154789202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDZ6whdO1I/AAAAAAAAASM/RZPnCZVWxxs/s320/IMG_1484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water and sweets are provided for every two seatings. Sugar boosts your hyper active up. Good for training purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDZqQhdO0I/AAAAAAAAASE/MW5YVxR6UpA/s1600-h/IMG_1486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080299699686947650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDZqQhdO0I/AAAAAAAAASE/MW5YVxR6UpA/s320/IMG_1486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how much they give a DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDZdAhdOzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lH3RASUaSzk/s1600-h/IMG_1492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080299472053680946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDZdAhdOzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lH3RASUaSzk/s320/IMG_1492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning tea - coffee, tea, milk, cups and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDZNAhdOyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cqwQp1Cqxqk/s1600-h/IMG_1491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080299197175773986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDZNAhdOyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cqwQp1Cqxqk/s320/IMG_1491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffins that is served today. Yesterday was Croissants with fruits or berries but I've forgotten to take a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDZAAhdOxI/AAAAAAAAARs/a5XFr3nWPz8/s1600-h/IMG_1490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080298973837474578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDZAAhdOxI/AAAAAAAAARs/a5XFr3nWPz8/s320/IMG_1490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch in between at the Lime Restaurant at Ground Floor - didn't take my lunches cause I was so busy hungrying... Eat Eat Eat!!! An hour break, went up to the Maple Room - continue with the training. That is some of the products that we tested on our hands just to get the smell, test, and texture of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDYywhdOwI/AAAAAAAAARk/bU6WcaqKqJY/s1600-h/IMG_1488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080298746204207874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDYywhdOwI/AAAAAAAAARk/bU6WcaqKqJY/s320/IMG_1488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last of all, my name card for the presenter to know who the hell I AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDYkAhdOvI/AAAAAAAAARc/DeEtlKDZBRQ/s1600-h/IMG_1493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080298492801137394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDYkAhdOvI/AAAAAAAAARc/DeEtlKDZBRQ/s320/IMG_1493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/20261982-6488124604977141856?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/6488124604977141856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=6488124604977141856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6488124604977141856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6488124604977141856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/06/payot-product-training-parkview-hotel.html' title='~Payot Product Training @ ParkView Hotel @ St Kilda~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RoDaSQhdO3I/AAAAAAAAASc/gu4jJeIIxp4/s72-c/IMG_1485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-8846583953744597171</id><published>2007-06-23T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T19:54:47.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>~Prince Alfred @ Port Melbourne and Booze Bus @ CityLink on Friday Night~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was at the Prince Alfred just down the streets where my workplace is to celebrate Tammie's farewell as she is going back to work at her old place which is 2 minutes walk from her house compared to she has to take train and tram from her house, I think it took her around an hour and a half to Port Melbourne. I'm going to introduce my workmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tammie on the left - taken and lives at Eltham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lauren on the right - taken too and she is our spa manager who goes to Elly Lukas Beauty College too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0BGghdOpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sKIxUnGNXJA/s1600-h/IMG_1477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079217166064892562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0BGghdOpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sKIxUnGNXJA/s320/IMG_1477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right - The massage therapists - Dimitra, Tina and Kayla who comes from Canada while travelling in Australia for more than 6 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0A3ghdOoI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Zv-Fmnxc2_k/s1600-h/IMG_1469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079216908366854786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0A3ghdOoI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Zv-Fmnxc2_k/s320/IMG_1469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right - That's me cause of flash, my eyes are small as I don't like the flash. The wider I try to open my eyes, the smaller it will get when the flash comes. Dimitra and Kayla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0ArAhdOnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jeNJ4tGf4Eo/s1600-h/IMG_1474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079216693618489970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0ArAhdOnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jeNJ4tGf4Eo/s320/IMG_1474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right - Dimitra, Kayla, Tammie and Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0AbghdOmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/0UbuWIyPqXU/s1600-h/IMG_1478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079216427330517602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0AbghdOmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/0UbuWIyPqXU/s320/IMG_1478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right - Me, Tina, Kayla, Tammie and Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0ALAhdOlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/YGJYwPaFxEA/s1600-h/IMG_1471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079216143862676050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0ALAhdOlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/YGJYwPaFxEA/s320/IMG_1471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got table 2 as Tina came straight from her full-time work to have dinner and the rests just join in to have some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0CLQhdOtI/AAAAAAAAARM/fbLM2SIo7e8/s1600-h/STA_1481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079218347180899026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0CLQhdOtI/AAAAAAAAARM/fbLM2SIo7e8/s320/STA_1481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer - a jug costs $18. Around 5 people shares the beer except me cause I ended up having a red wine takes me ages to finish off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0BtAhdOsI/AAAAAAAAARE/fhlsvPTWcpc/s1600-h/IMG_1462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079217827489856194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0BtAhdOsI/AAAAAAAAARE/fhlsvPTWcpc/s320/IMG_1462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chocholate flourless cake - $8 with ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0BighdOrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/T7gnKsw2PCw/s1600-h/IMG_1463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079217647101229746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0BighdOrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/T7gnKsw2PCw/s320/IMG_1463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chips with tartar and tomato sauces after a good few drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0BXAhdOqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/emj7FS84Nog/s1600-h/IMG_1464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079217449532734114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0BXAhdOqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/emj7FS84Nog/s320/IMG_1464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Random picture which I was just playing around with the sepia while taking it at night time. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rnz__AhdOkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1k_BvbGL2BY/s1600-h/IMG_1479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079215937704245826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rnz__AhdOkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1k_BvbGL2BY/s320/IMG_1479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we were all sitting and talking until it was around 9.30pm as it is time for the DJ to set up and have some 80's night dance. So far, I have been to once which was the beauty school for the introduction camp. It was fun cause we have to dress up but at Prince Alfred - everyone working class was there just to have fun and drinks to catch up with after work. Can say that it was my second time going out drink at the place where only working class people will go after work. It was good cause it's like - Ohhhh, I have grown up and joining the working class crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dimitra, Kayla, Tammie and Lauren went to dance while I was sitting and looking people playing pool. Tina and Matt (Tammie's boyfriend) were talking to each other. Around 10.35pm, I was bored looking at the people playing pool, went up to find the girls to dance with. It was pretty astonish cause don't really see me dance at all but I was happily dancing away as I REALLY NEEDED it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dance dance dance and drink beer beer beer - Had red wine and two glasses of beers. Took off my trench coat as I was getting hotter while dancing - guys were trying to get into our group and there was this young lad kept on hanging behind our backs. Guess what - he tried to tickle me to get my attention - inside of me - GET LOST, YOU IDIOT. He lost cause I didn't acknowledge him and went off, came back and asked two mates of mine - Can you two do Lesbian Dance?. Oh oh...... this was fun. Security guard came up, asked to follow him and there this young lad - Bye Bye.... to the entrance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I left 15 minutes before 12am and drove back home cause I have to work the next day. Still got lots of alcohol in me cause the last beer which I took was around 15-20 minutes before I left. So, was hoping that there won't be any booze bus on the way home. Drove happily until I saw the signs saying roadwork ahead - 80kmh then 60kmh - police cars on the left side of the CityLink. This was weird.... 40kmh, one police car on the right. Better brake and I did it right in front of the police car. There it was BOOZE BUS ahead, bloody hellllllll....... Lights around shining the CityLink. I prayed to GOD so hard that time for more than 20 times just said: Oh God, please let me pass, please let me pass. Left and right lines - 10 cars each row. The police officers were like turn to your left... turn to your right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nervous break down and tried to pretend I was fine which I was but just have to be alert. Five cars ahead of me - one police officer were like go straight, keep on going straight. There I was, passed the random search and in my heart screamed - I PASSED THE BOOZEEEE..... Phewwww, that was close and my saying is: I will not drink and drive back home again. I'll just be good to do one drink and that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-8846583953744597171?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/8846583953744597171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=8846583953744597171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/8846583953744597171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/8846583953744597171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/06/prince-alfred-port-melbourne-and-booze.html' title='~Prince Alfred @ Port Melbourne and Booze Bus @ CityLink on Friday Night~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rn0BGghdOpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sKIxUnGNXJA/s72-c/IMG_1477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-6955978515345636221</id><published>2007-06-16T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:54:32.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>~The Song - Collide~</title><content type='html'>This song makes me think of someone.&lt;br /&gt;So hard to be together as things just doesn't work the way you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the someone...&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean or what I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;What I don't want?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;But I know I want it dearly but it might not work the way I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, I wish and I do want it still...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-6955978515345636221?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/6955978515345636221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=6955978515345636221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6955978515345636221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6955978515345636221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/06/song-collide.html' title='~The Song - Collide~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-5877985372889462765</id><published>2007-06-13T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:33:06.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volunteering Work'/><title type='text'>~BarCode after Work~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yeh, on the way home through Flemington Road - got a call from Elly Lukas Beauty College. It's odd to receive calls after hours - there you go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My principal, Alex called me:&lt;br /&gt;- Adriana, can you go to Barcode at CBD, Level 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like:&lt;br /&gt;- Don't tell me the school girls are not attending the volunteer job again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said to him:&lt;br /&gt;- Yeh, I'm quite near to city on the way home through Flemington Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex said:&lt;br /&gt;- Ok, go to Barcode now cause we need people to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said:&lt;br /&gt;- But I'm wearing Endota's T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said:&lt;br /&gt;- Turn it upside down. Oh wait, what color is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said:&lt;br /&gt;- It's white color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said:&lt;br /&gt;- Don't worry, we LOVE Endota Spa. Just wear it and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said:&lt;br /&gt;- Ok, I'll be there soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even though, I'm not more with school but then still got last minute call to volunteer. I'm a volunteer freak but then not when I finished work without dinner. I was there at BarCode - not many girls this time. It's getting quieter compared to the first 4 months when I was there - everything were so happening. Did the manicre very quickly - file, paint and NEXT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was there till nine pm, didn't get any drinks nor vouchers. The organizer went home earlier then left the others assistant, her name is Anastacia with fucking BIG BOOBS like Pamela Anderson. I told her politely that I'm going home cause I have to work and she fucking took her fucking anger on me. I'm like talk to Alex cause I'm cannot do anything, if you need anything - TALK TO ALEX. She was like: Oh, I'm really disappointed and angry cause there are not many girls came by. I said to her: I was previous student of Alex and I'm just here to volunteer for him. Then she went: oh, sorry but thank you very much for coming. Blabalbalabalalbl she went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it - close case, I went back home. HAVE MY DINNER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-5877985372889462765?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/5877985372889462765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=5877985372889462765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/5877985372889462765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/5877985372889462765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/06/barcode-after-work.html' title='~BarCode after Work~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-169916308602363755</id><published>2007-06-12T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:49:28.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>~Friends who are leaving Melbourne for GOOD~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yes, I think only left Priscilia, Victor, Athina and I in Melbourne. The rests are going off for good. Don't know when I'll see them but hopefully one day we'll still get to catch up with each other or maybe go visit their country for holiday. Free accommodation.... Hahaha...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First stop, Julia Loh - I've known her since in the Stupid College - International Inti College of Penang (IICP) since year 2000. We didn't talk in between 2001 to nearly half year of 2003 cause I was KL studying and she was in MIBT, Melbourne. Suddenly, we caught up somewhere on the streets of Melbourne - that's how we got to catch up with each other. Yes, she's like a big sister to me over here cause she's the DAMNIT who scolds me SHIT till I CRY as I always do WRONG THINGS especially with .... unfortunately, not going to tell here! Long time friend - seven years... goosh! She's my fashion guru too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6t-whdOjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/AxJgeEL0ZxE/s1600-h/IMG_0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075185123781851698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6t-whdOjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/AxJgeEL0ZxE/s320/IMG_0532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wing - I knew her through Julia - she went to Africa to study High School, went back to Hong Kong to work then came here to study in MIBT. Oh yeh, that's the whole bunch of MIBT students except me which I nearly went for it instead of KL. Anyway, she's cool when she sits there doing nothing but when she talks - just be friendly cause she's a humourous girl. Knows how to enjoy life and also knows how to safe her beauty looks for important occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6t1AhdOiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/YoQOZxio57g/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075184956278127138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6t1AhdOiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/YoQOZxio57g/s320/IMG_0546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie - yes, another julia's friend that I got to know. She's funny when you understand and speaks Cantonese cause she's the girl that creates excitement for the whole group and be happy 24 hours. Hey, don't gamble with her cause I ended up loosing when she comes in to play second round. Oh well, didn't loose much. It was only 80 cents compared to the first round I played - I won nearly four dollars. Anyway, back to steph - she's good in knitting and mobile cause she works at the mobile station in BoxHill - you want to buy new mobiles and plans - do it quick. You will see her there and try to get hold of her to get you a cheaper price or bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6toQhdOhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-1FJPgqfU_A/s1600-h/IMG_0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075184737234795026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6toQhdOhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-1FJPgqfU_A/s320/IMG_0443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got another girl whose name is call May but I didn't have her picture. I'll do it next time when she dress properly. Too homestyle dress up cause she doesn't have to go out from the house when she doesn't need anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, these are the friends that I have been hanging out with since the year of 2004. I'm going to miss them cause I don't get to practice my cantonese anymore with them. Ended up now going for English all the time and plus my HOKKIEN.... bloody hell! Oh yah, cynthia foo is in perth. Still can contact her and speack Hokkien and mandarin with her. Isnt' it a little miserable for me cause I don't get to learn my dialects? But..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-169916308602363755?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/169916308602363755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=169916308602363755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/169916308602363755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/169916308602363755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/06/friends-who-are-leaving-melbourne-for.html' title='~Friends who are leaving Melbourne for GOOD~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6t-whdOjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/AxJgeEL0ZxE/s72-c/IMG_0532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-6853216962097358102</id><published>2007-06-12T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:24:18.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>~Pacific House @ Sth Yarra on Friday Night~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On last Friday night, had dinner with my oldest aunt's family. That's Tania Davidge and her husband - Michael from Perth. Tania's already one and half months pregnant - I think she's the second oldest cousin. Next picture obviously is my Uncle Peter - aunt's husband. Funny guy that likes lots of humour in every conversations. We had our dinner at the New Pacific House along Toorak Road which is quite near to Chapel Street. I think the food here is better than the one in Victoria Street, Richmond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6qPQhdOeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/p_fngUCuS-U/s1600-h/IMG_1454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075181009203182050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6qPQhdOeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/p_fngUCuS-U/s320/IMG_1454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6qhwhdOfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ZwwlxpNrPUQ/s1600-h/IMG_1457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075181327030761970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6qhwhdOfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ZwwlxpNrPUQ/s320/IMG_1457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Chef's Special Hot Pot that has seafood, char siu and some veges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6qCwhdOdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/XWxWGux3NEg/s1600-h/IMG_1453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075180794454817234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6qCwhdOdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/XWxWGux3NEg/s320/IMG_1453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crispy Chick with Taro and Mushroom Sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6p1ghdOcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/za9ew2pag0g/s1600-h/IMG_1452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075180566821550530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6p1ghdOcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/za9ew2pag0g/s320/IMG_1452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamed Snow Peas with lots of oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6pgghdObI/AAAAAAAAAOE/KQckrDxXSqA/s1600-h/IMG_1451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075180206044297650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6pgghdObI/AAAAAAAAAOE/KQckrDxXSqA/s320/IMG_1451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir Fried Beed with Hor Fun (Flat Noodles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6pSghdOaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SI-ziBvKs80/s1600-h/IMG_1450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075179965526129058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6pSghdOaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SI-ziBvKs80/s320/IMG_1450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried Calamari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6pCghdOZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/L7mN8nhLqHI/s1600-h/IMG_1449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075179690648222098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6pCghdOZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/L7mN8nhLqHI/s320/IMG_1449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the first half of the oldest aunt family and she got two more girls I'll take a picture of them next time when I get to see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-6853216962097358102?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/6853216962097358102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=6853216962097358102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6853216962097358102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6853216962097358102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/06/pacific-house-sth-yarra-on-friday-night.html' title='~Pacific House @ Sth Yarra on Friday Night~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rm6qPQhdOeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/p_fngUCuS-U/s72-c/IMG_1454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-2872073679499529442</id><published>2007-06-06T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:22:08.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>~Dinner with Aunt and Uncle~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yes, I was cleaning the house nearly for two afternoons now cause my aunt and uncle from adelaide coming down to live at my place for two nights. I have to sleep at the living room enjoying the sofa bed which I only slept once over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had dinner at Galangal Restaurant, Mout Waverly - my previous work place. Good dinner with my Kari Ayam (Curry Chicken) that exist in the restaurant. Everyone knows that it's my FAVOURITE dish of all times at that place. So, if I ever bring you there - you know what to do. DO NOT FORGET TO ORDER THAT DISH....!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rma0vghdOKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/s9d4tlrzs40/s1600-h/IMG_0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072940758556555426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rma0vghdOKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/s9d4tlrzs40/s320/IMG_0191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But this picture was taken 2 years back and in another restaurant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's all and that's it..... See ya all then. Ta da!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-2872073679499529442?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/2872073679499529442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=2872073679499529442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/2872073679499529442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/2872073679499529442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/06/dinner-with-aunt-and-uncle.html' title='~Dinner with Aunt and Uncle~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rma0vghdOKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/s9d4tlrzs40/s72-c/IMG_0191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-6068058607085080615</id><published>2007-06-03T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:52:59.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>~Soul Mama @ St Kilda~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, pay your parking before you go for your dinner. Or else, you don't want to ended up coming out from dinner and found out that you might need to pay around 55 dollars for a parking ticket fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLP4MuPFCI/AAAAAAAAALs/qcT4PzXO708/s1600-h/IMG_1425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071844694767375394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLP4MuPFCI/AAAAAAAAALs/qcT4PzXO708/s320/IMG_1425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLG28uPEkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WiCRV39iXGU/s1600-h/IMG_1426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071834777687888450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLG28uPEkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WiCRV39iXGU/s320/IMG_1426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLPp8uPFBI/AAAAAAAAALk/vB7OD98WaeM/s1600-h/IMG_1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071844449954239506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLPp8uPFBI/AAAAAAAAALk/vB7OD98WaeM/s320/IMG_1427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, this is St Kilda Sea Baths at the Jacka BLVD which is at the beach side and Soul Mama is at the other end but inside and upstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLPWMuPFAI/AAAAAAAAALc/2bPpX5DNpp0/s1600-h/IMG_1428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071844110651823106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLPWMuPFAI/AAAAAAAAALc/2bPpX5DNpp0/s320/IMG_1428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLO6MuPE_I/AAAAAAAAALU/B4tcoPIqUfc/s1600-h/IMG_1430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071843629615485938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLO6MuPE_I/AAAAAAAAALU/B4tcoPIqUfc/s320/IMG_1430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLOtcuPE-I/AAAAAAAAALM/8X1K_jW5L8U/s1600-h/IMG_1431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071843410572153826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLOtcuPE-I/AAAAAAAAALM/8X1K_jW5L8U/s320/IMG_1431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitperson will come to you while you are ready to be seated and warm up your chair for awhile. She'll introduce you the courses you can choose and then she'll give you a meal docket. Yes, it's a vegetarian buffet - Oh ya, first time but it's cool. I'm just a little unusual to me but hey, there are always first time for everything. Bring your ticket and line up for two long fish tanks to choose the dishes that you like. I had 2 course meal with dessert and I get to choose rice and 4 dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLRA8uPFDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xrrRLnq32nA/s1600-h/IMG_1412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071845944602858546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLRA8uPFDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xrrRLnq32nA/s320/IMG_1412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLOUcuPE9I/AAAAAAAAALE/l8jAC59RNy8/s1600-h/IMG_1410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071842981075424210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLOUcuPE9I/AAAAAAAAALE/l8jAC59RNy8/s320/IMG_1410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 3 course meal will be the big silver plate and 2 course meal is the smallest of all. Don't know what's the middle for anyway. Hahaa... Didn't ask what's that plate for what course. Choose your dishes and the waitress will give you the meal when she finished topping up the dishes on the plate. And waaaaa laaaaa, there she goes, showing off the meal to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLNg8uPE7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/I9bSOVHUZvc/s1600-h/IMG_1413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071842096312161202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLNg8uPE7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/I9bSOVHUZvc/s320/IMG_1413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLNQcuPE6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Sb8czMGGJAU/s1600-h/IMG_1415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071841812844319650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLNQcuPE6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Sb8czMGGJAU/s320/IMG_1415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first dish, it's MINE - there are Burmese curry, Sri Lankan curry, then don't know what curry and just normal steam greens with jasmine rice. Second dish, Tania having pasta, spagetti, chickpeas curry, jasmine rice and salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLMzcuPE4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/fxOq4LqBRPs/s1600-h/IMG_1417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071841314628113282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLMzcuPE4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/fxOq4LqBRPs/s320/IMG_1417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLMlMuPE3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/MoBmruBLh68/s1600-h/IMG_1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071841069814977394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLMlMuPE3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/MoBmruBLh68/s320/IMG_1418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Third will be steam greens with sour cream, dahl, chickpeas curry and Sri Lankan curry with rice. Fourth will be kukus, salad, chickpeas curry and another curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLMT8uPE2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/oQNc0rhdnZ0/s1600-h/IMG_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071840773462233954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLMT8uPE2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/oQNc0rhdnZ0/s320/IMG_1419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLMBsuPE1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/e0fClgb4LAU/s1600-h/IMG_1420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071840459929621330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLMBsuPE1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/e0fClgb4LAU/s320/IMG_1420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, seat and wait for everyone to come back and let's EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLNCMuPE5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/7qL2H-DJQFs/s1600-h/IMG_1416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071841568031183762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLNCMuPE5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/7qL2H-DJQFs/s320/IMG_1416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I went to the toilet after the main meal cause I need to go for it. Of course, I took all the pictures in the toilet and went to wee wee. Finally, washed my hands at the sink. Cool Huh...!!! I know how you felt about toilet but at least this toilet is A W E S O M E cause it has TV. Hahaha... and something like a little dressing table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLLJcuPEyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Gj6NC--c-n0/s1600-h/IMG_1432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071839493561979682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLLJcuPEyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Gj6NC--c-n0/s320/IMG_1432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLKuMuPEwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iBf_Swfwxu0/s1600-h/IMG_1433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071839025410544386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLKuMuPEwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iBf_Swfwxu0/s320/IMG_1433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLKQcuPEvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/U3KzO_Ozf00/s1600-h/IMG_1434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071838514309436146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLKQcuPEvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/U3KzO_Ozf00/s320/IMG_1434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLJk8uPEuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/En0UETKKWAg/s1600-h/IMG_1435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071837766985126626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLJk8uPEuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/En0UETKKWAg/s320/IMG_1435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLJYcuPEtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jKdS5Cl8yAQ/s1600-h/IMG_1436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071837552236761810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLJYcuPEtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jKdS5Cl8yAQ/s320/IMG_1436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Rose, my Elly Lukas Beauty School classmate - It's her birthday but it is supposedly to be tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLJA8uPEsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/D8o04SqmUI8/s1600-h/IMG_1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071837148509835970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLJA8uPEsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/D8o04SqmUI8/s320/IMG_1440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final meal for the lovely ladies - DESSERT. Yummie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLIxsuPErI/AAAAAAAAAI0/DpStyUT_XEw/s1600-h/IMG_1438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071836886516830898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLIxsuPErI/AAAAAAAAAI0/DpStyUT_XEw/s320/IMG_1438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another area wich smaller bar and the cabinet in front next to the table is where you get to pick up some games and magazines to play and read at the indoor heating area with sofas as you will be smoking the genie jar thing or OPIUM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLIdcuPEqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xQ1-bslio_c/s1600-h/IMG_1441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071836538624479906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLIdcuPEqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xQ1-bslio_c/s320/IMG_1441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random pictures of the ceiling, the romantic candles with water in the little glass and Mulan's little Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLLbMuPEzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oOmnFmVHINI/s1600-h/IMG_1424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071839798504657714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLLbMuPEzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oOmnFmVHINI/s320/IMG_1424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLIP8uPEpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_ajHwHHIUQ4/s1600-h/IMG_1443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071836306696245906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLIP8uPEpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_ajHwHHIUQ4/s320/IMG_1443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLLx8uPE0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Z2ruLXuoI84/s1600-h/IMG_1423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071840189346681666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLLx8uPE0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Z2ruLXuoI84/s320/IMG_1423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is the bunch of Rose's friends and dad on the right first person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLIA8uPEoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m59QqosBOAo/s1600-h/IMG_1445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071836048998208130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLIA8uPEoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m59QqosBOAo/s320/IMG_1445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the outdoor of the inside of the St Kilda Sea Baths Building. Seems there are many restaurants around this in and out of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLHjsuPEmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MDjTNp-3Zag/s1600-h/IMG_1448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071835546487034466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLHjsuPEmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MDjTNp-3Zag/s320/IMG_1448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLHx8uPEnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5GlX2eiGA7U/s1600-h/IMG_1447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071835791300170354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLHx8uPEnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5GlX2eiGA7U/s320/IMG_1447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-6068058607085080615?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/6068058607085080615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=6068058607085080615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6068058607085080615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6068058607085080615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/06/soul-mama-st-kilda.html' title='~Soul Mama @ St Kilda~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RmLP4MuPFCI/AAAAAAAAALs/qcT4PzXO708/s72-c/IMG_1425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-8436784922571459764</id><published>2007-05-29T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:51:59.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Pictures'/><title type='text'>~On the way from Warnamnbool 2 Grampians~</title><content type='html'>&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/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RluwPsuPEaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UI7eTGi7ROQ/s1600-h/IMG_0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069839589285237154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RluwPsuPEaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UI7eTGi7ROQ/s200/IMG_0436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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It was like - ooohh shit - it just has to happen to me. I thought it was no bigga deal and I started to use tissues to press the wound to stop bleeding. 10 minutes after still bleeding - 20 minutes after still bleeding. Bleed until I drive to St. Vincent's Hospital in the city and it's still bleeding - bleed until I have seen a triage nurse - still bleeding and then the clerk- back and forth to see the traige nurse still bleeding - bleed until 2.15am to see a doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saw the female doctor instead of male - bugger - was crossing my fingers so hard just to see a cute doctor but too bad it's a female - can't be flirty while bleeding. Anyway, the doctor applied some sterilized something or liquid something to make me press on the wound for 10 minutes. There I was alone in the treatment getting boring - the doctor didn't came back nearly 15 minutes pass. Then, my finger just doesn't listen and it's still bleeding - bleed until the doctor said I have to get some stiches and she left me in the treatment room to find strings or needles and didn't come back fo 20 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was bored - playing around with my blood which was already frozen and yet I didn't notic that the blood has stopped. Amazing - the doctor came back cleaned the wound and was asking me whetherI'm faking it or it's still bleeding. I'm like - eeerrrr, you're the doc I'm not - Why not ask my finger. Oh well, half way through cleaning and applying the stitch strips - a familiar face walked in the door - that was a huge comfort - cause at least I don't have to go through the injection by myself with that arrogant male nurse - who was not cute. The familiar face was drunk but still knows how to drive to the hospital and talked and walked me out of the hospital - but it was just cute scene when you have a friend like this came and find you while your finger is injured but his cute too and funny when you looked at him and wanting to ask him - are you alright? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I'm a kid when I see needles and heard that I need stiches - someone familiar must be there at all times or else I'll cry my lungs out but I did cried for 5 times over the six hours because the traige nurse kept on saying that I might get stiches - I think the patients and friends or family have been looking at me while I cried. I just couldn'e help myself when my tears kept on puoring out just like the blood too - just like slowly peeing. Hahaha... You can imagine that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two things that did not happen in the hospital is that I didn't eat for suprisingly for 24 hours and ended up having just crackers. I wonder why I was not hungry until my friend brought me to Chilli Padi - still not hungry but I ordered Nasi Goreng Pataya and Teh Tarik Halia. I didn't finish the whole plate of food as usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before, we went in to Chilli Padi - he saw some friends - even worst, they are girls. Then as it is he was high high and said that I cut myself - as girls if they heard these kind of words - they will automatically think - oh, your friend is trying to suicide. Compared to me crying in public to letting the girls to think stupidly - the girls thinking are more embarrasing. I have to said to the girls - I cut my finger and showed the finger to them. But then gender clash - they heard him corrected the words than I do. Thank god that the girls smiled and acknowledged me or else - turn around and move my arse somewhere else and I don't have to face them. Fuck hell - I'm fucking lan si just that I tried not to because my first impression is always like that - what a lan si girl. But now first impression must give people - innocent look and sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So therefore, I won't be seeing them also cause I only like to friend friend girls are cute and bimbo. For me, thin and pretty girls are no no cause they are more to materialistic and always look at you to make friends with. That's why my friends are all bimboo-sih, talkative and crazy when get together like cannot be separated, even worst - don't let us drink - it's like the whole world is only US. Hoooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-6565800578382757812?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/6565800578382757812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=6565800578382757812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6565800578382757812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6565800578382757812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-happened-in-hospital.html' title='~Things happened in Hospital~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-4570088020838214667</id><published>2007-05-23T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:28:53.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>~Simple is better~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I craved for things that are impossible for me to have when I was a kid but I craved no more. Now, I just crave for simple things in my life that I just don't want to get hurt and be safe in the compound that I know how to get there and be comfortable. You can say that I'm stupid for not craving more things but I died from craving too much in my life years ago. Things can change unless I change myself - it's another stupid thing for me to wait for that special someone to pull me out from the black box but who will that somebody be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope that that somebody will always be there to not let me get hurt cause I cannot stand for another hopeless thing. I want it to last and it will just last till I die. That's the only thing that I craved the most at these time of my life. If it comes, it comes - I don't want to be a doll to make every one happy and I'm not happy myself for my life. Might just say that the bubbly happy Adriana Tan has long gone before she came to Australia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't want to think - I just want to DO.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-4570088020838214667?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/4570088020838214667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=4570088020838214667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/4570088020838214667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/4570088020838214667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/05/simple-is-better.html' title='~Simple is better~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-1913106241148598253</id><published>2007-05-15T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T15:59:27.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Shop'/><title type='text'>~Pet Shop Boys~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was at the pet shop near my house, it's a new opening and quite a big area for most of the things that you might want to get for your own pet. Oh yah, the boys are not as cute as the owner but he was not there today. Too bad - can't see his lovely cute smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got to talk to him yesterday and kind of like getting attention from him. Hahaha... I'm so bad but his cute - what to do? Anyway, body is good enough when he wore the jumper - grey color with hoodie.... Oh yes, nice to see haven't get the chance to touch yet. Totally cute and funny man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at work, first thing in the morning. Cute mail man... Oh my gosh! Life is SO CUTE...!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okok.... might just say that I'm in the 'HIAO' mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-1913106241148598253?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/1913106241148598253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=1913106241148598253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/1913106241148598253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/1913106241148598253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/05/pet-shop-boys.html' title='~Pet Shop Boys~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-6435463260170949147</id><published>2007-05-14T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:12:32.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>~Vain, Naive or Bitchy Friends?~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why friends have to be so judgemental towards another friend whom they almost knew all the high school years until now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I used to have friends like these but I just tend to slowly not contact them cause they are not good to be with. Why do you have to say things that are so hurtful to hear and to think? Don't you have anything better to do than gossiping and bitchy about other people's appearances or life or whatsoever they are doing to themselves. Think about yourself, you are no greater than them unless you think you have achieve more things compared to them. If you are already married, you might just have to think properly when you say about other people cause you are being said behind your back too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mom always tell me - do not talk about other people's bad things because you might just get the same thing happen to you. Yes, I've gone through that and it is true that when you think back, the things did happen to your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can say things about anyone cause you all know them more than I do but if they treat me badly - that's it - it's bye bye friend... Not even a hi bye friend at all. If they treat me nice, it'll be hurtful to hear what you all have just said about them. No wonder, a friend of mine said THERE ARE NOTHING FOR US IN MALAYSIA. True, there are nothing but at least my family and memories are there. To ask me to go back for good? NO WAY! That's my answer - why? Should I always be judge by my friends or relatives or stay here and being respect by many? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been here since 2003, met many friends and said bye bye to many friends too. At least, I live happily and layback here. Worries are only the rentals, car and bills but there are no friends to judge you all the time. Can say that if people say things behind your back - it does not come back to you easily unlike in Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What if people are westernize attitude or character? I can say to you IT'S NOYB. I've scolded by many friends of mine saying that you are born chinese and born as malaysian. So what if I am one? If I don't have the mind, heart and soul to be one, you can't force me to be one. My parents always said to me that don't forget you are still chinese after all. I'll say yes I know but I don't have to live traditionally - of course, there are some parts of me still have the traditional heart, mind and soul but most of them are westernize ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mind is open but it does not means that my traditional ways as a chinese is gone. Heart is open but it does not means that my vagina is open as public. Soul is open but it does not means that I'm not malaysian just that I like Australia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who cares if they are fat or chubby or slim, they goes for liposuction - at least they get to do it for free. If you want to do it, you have to pay for the whole process. It's so expensive that even I don't have the money to do it on my thighs. So what, if the cars are given or own by their whoever. My dad bought me the car. So, I'm already 26 years old and I still have difficulties earning money for my first year of working.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If they want to be vain, you all know better than I do. Sometimes it's not like they are just vain friends or vainatous words but they are still a friend that you all known for years. It's not like as if you know them just YESTERDAY. Let them be because one day they are the ones will realize whether did they do it or not. If they are not vain words from your friends, what are you as a friend more than 5 years understand FRIENDSHIP means? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Know what.... FUCK OFF! Stop bitchy cause you are no greater than anyone. Same goes with me tonight as well. So, I'm going to fuck off....Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-6435463260170949147?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/6435463260170949147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=6435463260170949147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6435463260170949147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6435463260170949147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/05/vain-naive-or-bitchy-friends.html' title='~Vain, Naive or Bitchy Friends?~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-4522310696410233323</id><published>2007-05-10T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:57:47.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>~Headache at work~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had a new massage therapist came in today. She's way older and funny when she does massage cause I was with her in the dual room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, I got a headache from her just to chase after the massage oil bottle from her for 5 minutes. Oh yah, 5 minutes mean big time for our industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, I have a headache because of a massage oil bottle chasing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it short enough, FOO CHING CHING???? Don't ask for pictures.... KNNB... You teach me this curse words. Anyway, what does that whole curse words mean.. I understand the first but not the last three...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-4522310696410233323?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/4522310696410233323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=4522310696410233323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/4522310696410233323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/4522310696410233323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/05/headache-at-work.html' title='~Headache at work~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-3930218383446840760</id><published>2007-05-09T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:12:44.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DISC behaviour'/><title type='text'>~Yes, the 'I' factor~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 'I' people are only 15% in the Australian DISC survey. So, they are placed third in line compared to the 'S' and 'C'. There are three ways that you can identify who are 'I' people is through words, tone/voice and body language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words :&lt;br /&gt;- Georgous&lt;br /&gt;- Amazing&lt;br /&gt;- Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;- Awesome&lt;br /&gt;- Sensational&lt;br /&gt;- Exclusive&lt;br /&gt;- Limited Edition&lt;br /&gt;- Brand new things and make sure they get it first&lt;br /&gt;- Popular&lt;br /&gt;- Especially for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So make sure, you said they are beatiful, different, you are so amazing and they will just give you a big smile or laugh - compliments to them even though they look shit on that particular day. Interested to buy things for them on special occasion - make sure it is limited edition, no one has it before them, new products in the market, or things that comes with another thing - might just say that - buy them things that has a bag of goodies in there. Things that you might find in their house, celebrity uses what - they uses what. For sure, add on last sentence ESPECIALLY for you. They will just love so much - they can just fall for anything you said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tone / Voice :&lt;br /&gt;- Colourful&lt;br /&gt;- Drama Tone&lt;br /&gt;- Exaggerated&lt;br /&gt;- The way they say something is like a music or maybe not&lt;br /&gt;- Very discriptive when telling stories&lt;br /&gt;- All over the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eventually, you can say that they can be exaggerating the stories, have lots of up and downs with their tones to tell a stories or have a conversation, Dramatic tone when conversation is dramatic or you can say that you have to live in the movie lines. Takes ages for them to tell you a story cause the main point is always the last one - CHEH....!!! Well, conversations and not organize - they can just jump from number 1 to number 10 and then to number 6 then back to number 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body Language :&lt;br /&gt;- Can't seat still&lt;br /&gt;- Fidgetive (if the spelling is correct)&lt;br /&gt;- Change&lt;br /&gt;- Moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yah, it's like spending time with active kids. It's good for them cause they move around lots and that's their exercises which is a good way to slim down. They have itchy hands - so, just be careful with them cause your favourite vase might just drop on the floor and ta da, it's all gone in just minutes. If you have a client like that, make sure they hear what you say and MAKE 100% sure that they won't go any other places than the place they are suppose to be at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 'I' people are influencing, optimistic, enthusiastic, open, impulsive, emotional, persuading, talkative, charming and sensitive. So this is how you identify 'I' people, becareful what you say to them cause they can just cry in front of you until you give them a candy to SHUT UP or KISS them till they can't breathe or use a plaster or something to shut them up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'I' people are younger looking people so it's hard that you cannot guess their AGE - hahaha... yes, you will always get it wrong cause the age is old but they just LOOK YOUNG outside. That's why they have compliments all their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another way to identify them when you put them at home or work is they are FORGETFUL and that tends get trouble because of it. They can just BREAK ANY RULES ANY TIME and they won't care, CLUMSY at all times well just check whether they have bruises or bumps around arms and thighs - they just wouldn't know when they get it until the next few days to realize - Oh, I have a bruise on my right lower leg (For your info, that's from me - I have a bruise there). When they are down or not in the mood, SLOW MOTION just like a turtle or maybe worst than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I'm a proud 'I' - we are the FIRE people - no one can stop us even the police. Happy go lucky and Oooops, when things get bad - either we cry or we are down like as if the hell is covering or circling the head for few days until they found something exciting. How to kill an 'I' - easy, just place them in a four walls room - nothing for them to excess and just a chair. That is the way to KILL the 'I's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are the tricks to an 'I', so people understand that 'I' people are not always bimbo but they are just 'I's. Get use to it cause they are the easiest to trick of all times and easily to be friend with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-3930218383446840760?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/3930218383446840760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=3930218383446840760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/3930218383446840760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/3930218383446840760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/05/yes-i-factor.html' title='~Yes, the &apos;I&apos; factor~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-4214310438399979952</id><published>2007-05-09T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:42:29.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>~Directors Suite~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yah, I was in the Directors Suite watching Spiderman 3 last night. It was a good fun cause I got to relax and watch the movie. It was too relax until you can sleep on the couch - well the couch is the lazy seat in the cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It cost 25 dollars per person but once in a lifetime, everything have to try. Service was great cause I got a blanket (did I spell it correctly). But then he got his beer - cascade light while watching movie. Yeh, I got nagged from him but I was like hey, at least it was good to have seats like this to watch spidey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not a big fan of spidey but the third one was good, I didn't watch the second - who cares. At least I know what happen next. I'm just thinking is there spiderman 4?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Directors suite has everything like their own bar, food, cinema and their own services. No wonder it was good to be in cause every one was like a celebrity. They just treat you like king and queen, you get to eat while watching movie and drink too. I didn't get to drink cause I was driving, bad luck, or else I'll ask for a red wine - errmmmmmm, cab sav. My favourite of all the red wine, anything goes with cab sav, I don't mind about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I was a bimbo exploring the directors suite and it was fun being a bimbo in that situation. Or maybe I'm just always a bimbo cause guys always said that they like my company. Bimbos always have nice company cause they don't use their brains often even though they're already 26 years old just like me. Get use to it, cause bimbos will always be a bimbo or else they will not have the behavious of an 'I'. I'll explain to you what I mean in 'I' another time cause I'm slacking for my blog again. Foo Ching Ching time to say something to make me write again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, too bad I didn't have camera with me or else I'll take photos for you all to have a look at. I like the sound systems cause my seat was shaking quite a few times and it was so COOOOOLLLLLL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-4214310438399979952?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/4214310438399979952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=4214310438399979952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/4214310438399979952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/4214310438399979952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/05/directors-suite.html' title='~Directors Suite~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-7071873021418943593</id><published>2007-05-03T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T20:55:43.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>~The memory of my piano~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I was working from 11am till 9pm. It was a long day but not long that I'm working so many hours now cause my manager said that when I'm tired or not in tune with my mood - I always have complaints just like this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yah, I saw that I was not paid for that that 15 mins cause the client was not happy with the eyelash tint. I haven't complaint and she complained about me not doing it long enough as she doesn't come back to have another eyelash tint for another 6 weeks. For me, she keep on flickering her eyes as she's so sensitive to the touch of the cotton bud. Waste my time, if I know I won't be doing the whole half and hour of Indian head and shoulder massage since SHE WAS LATE. I know... I know... even though clients are always correct but then hey, I'm not paid to wait for you being LATE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok... ok... Back to my original topic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My last client was an old lady, very slow but nice person. I was so happy cause I thought that I can go back home 15 mins earlier. Guess what, she's SLOWWWWWWW..... and talks alot when doing the facial for the first 10 minutes. Talking and talking and talking, I can't even remove her lipstick on her lips cause she was talking. I was like... ARHRRHRHRHRHRHhhh! Shut up for a while and let me do the removal and I want to go back home early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While, things got too intense until we were talking about music. She plays organ for church, funeral, weddings so on and so forth. I'm a piano player and she does play piano too, she has a grand piano that was with her for 20 years and she wants to sell it off cause she got a small house by herself that is under mortgage. Anyway, we were talking about piano and I was so emotional talking about my piano that I nearly cried because I really love my piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My piano was like my friend, that I share my frustation, anger, happiness, craziness, mood swing and many more. Without it, I don't know where my emotions go to just like since I left home from 2000. But at least when I was in Penang college, I got to play piano once in awhile. I have friends over here that owns the piano and when I said can I play... they were like aiya, don't be a DRAMA QUEEN, what's so great of touching a piano for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They who do not own an instrument do not understand the love and passion for the sound to come out from THE instrument. It was a tune that makes the world light up that changes the whole environment. Oh yes, it was my light when I was down. It was my friend when I need one. It was like my mother when I need it to talk to me. It was like my father that understands my heart and support me through the tough times. It was like my baby cause I got an instrument to care for and cherish for long. It was like my lover cause I know I can relly on it. It was like my every thing in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is how my love goes to my beloved piano that was sold when I was 18 years old preparing to go out of the house and be a young adult that does not have to get support by it anymore. I was forced to sell and not willing to be as my parents do not want to have burden with it anyore. I cried over the week and cried even more when the seller came to buy the piano and remove it from my home. That time my beloved baby was gone physically for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder where did it go to and does that little girl or boy takes good care of it. I wonder how my beloved piano was treated cause I treat my piano like a princess. My parents bought it when we were still living in West Malaysia and shipped it all the way to Sabah - East Malaysia. Eventually, that piano does cost more than any of my belongings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, tears were coming down when I tried to hide it so that my client cannot sees it. My last client connected me with my long lost instrument and I'm glad that she reminded me the old memory that buried in my heart for a long time and get to share with someone that enjoys the instrument and the beautiful sound that we made to be beautiful to other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was a young pianist, I was a church pianist, I was a piano teacher to some friends and kids, I was who I was back then with the love of music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-7071873021418943593?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/7071873021418943593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=7071873021418943593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/7071873021418943593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/7071873021418943593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/05/memory-of-my-piano.html' title='~The memory of my piano~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-8964939345881897028</id><published>2007-05-02T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:43:40.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>~I wish, I hope and I want~</title><content type='html'>I wish: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not being me&lt;br /&gt;*being smart&lt;br /&gt;*good career&lt;br /&gt;*good life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*earn more money&lt;br /&gt;*buy more clothings, shoes and accesories&lt;br /&gt;*get to travel while working&lt;br /&gt;*to study what I want to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a big family that lives in the same street&lt;br /&gt;*a companion but scared to have one cause of FAILure&lt;br /&gt;*a house that is nicely decorated by me simple and nice&lt;br /&gt;*my baby boy to live with me forever cause I love him so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-8964939345881897028?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/8964939345881897028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=8964939345881897028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/8964939345881897028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/8964939345881897028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wish-i-hope-and-i-want.html' title='~I wish, I hope and I want~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-311206754407119325</id><published>2007-05-02T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T09:19:54.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>~B'day 2007 Pictures~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rjfm5H0MBEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Gy8X3tcnymI/s1600-h/IMG_1360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059766575398913090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rjfm5H0MBEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Gy8X3tcnymI/s200/IMG_1360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the present - clothing from friends. Eventually, they didn't know whether I look good or not, so have to try it after the dinner. It comes out good cause I never try wearing clothings like this before and it just looks KINKY - some one was saying this word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RjfnGn0MBFI/AAAAAAAAACE/w_ci_2MygkU/s1600-h/IMG_1359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059766807327147090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RjfnGn0MBFI/AAAAAAAAACE/w_ci_2MygkU/s200/IMG_1359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is what I actualy wore on that night... with black pants and can't remember what colour is the boots. The balloon is a present too. Julia and wing found it in the city - they were so funny cause they have to carry around in the city to come back home. Every one is looking at them!&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/20261982-311206754407119325?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/311206754407119325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=311206754407119325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/311206754407119325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/311206754407119325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/05/bday-2007-pictures.html' title='~B&apos;day 2007 Pictures~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rjfm5H0MBEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Gy8X3tcnymI/s72-c/IMG_1360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-3378124413787608522</id><published>2007-05-01T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:03:34.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>~Question to ask or not to ask~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you notice sometimes you feel like asking a particular question to assure yourself and tends not to ask at all cause you don't want to know the answer but then you still want to know as you are just eager to know the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have it all the time but sometimes it's better not to ask cause I can keep the things that I like and I don't have to know the bad answer cause things might change. It is good to know the answer as I don't have to bang my head to the wall every time but if I don't have the answer, I don't have to bang my head to the wall cause I can just happily be where I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is it because I'm scared of asking? Yes, I am. I don't want to ask but I want people to ask me. People says that if you leave alone, it's normal that you keep things to yourself and not tell anyone and then your brain just go wacko! It's true sometimes but I still tend to tell people if I want and can or else I'll just type it here, since not many people read my bloggy. As it's mostly crapazzzz.... If I keep quiet too long and it's not like me usually, I might be thinking of something or there are something that happens to me, ask me questions and I'll slowly pour out to you within 3 hours. I won't say all the things out at once, just take some times for me to bring everything out and the last one is always the main problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've plans for the questions but then just LET IT BE... it's like the moto that I have up there. That's why I'll stay my own moto. Come as it is - you will not know where you are going to be and who you will be meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-3378124413787608522?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/3378124413787608522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=3378124413787608522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/3378124413787608522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/3378124413787608522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/05/question-to-ask-or-not-to-ask.html' title='~Question to ask or not to ask~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-8656471018280646254</id><published>2007-04-30T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:04:32.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty Expo'/><title type='text'>~Beauty Expo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was held on Saturday and Sunday but most of the therapists are working on saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all ended up going for the Sunday, nothing much happening there cause nothing much to see too. Compared to last year, this year is like errrr... nothing much to buy. I have 400 with me and I only used up to 250. Isn't it a little bit nothing to buy. Last year no money, also cannot buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So waste of time, went to all the stores and they sell by bulk. They just want to target for the salon owners and introduce the skin care products. Even the candles also have to buy 6 pieces with the same smell. Crazy one, not fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My target this year is to buy the nail stickers and polishes. Didn't get to buy make-up brushes as it was not like what I wanted and it's not synthetic. There were one store that sells that one but can't remember where they are. Then, lazy to walk one by one already cause my calf was sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I saw one vibrogym, it is AWESOME! Hehehe, don't tell anyone, but the vibration is so ON you might cum even more. Just lay down and place your body right near at the platform. Seriously, chicks... it is good to own one - costs you around 7k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there at 11.30am but then walk non-stop - didn't have lunch till 3.30pm. So, it was alright to walk all the way to finish off the stores, nothing much interested except mineral make-ups, natural products and cellulite machines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-8656471018280646254?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/8656471018280646254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=8656471018280646254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/8656471018280646254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/8656471018280646254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/04/beauty-expo.html' title='~Beauty Expo~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-7891630738381591061</id><published>2007-04-25T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:47:36.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANZAC Day'/><title type='text'>~The night before ANZAC day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It should be the day people start preparing for the words to say on the ANZAC day and go for the shrine for remembrance for the soldiers who died to serve the war. Younger generations' pride for their great grandfather who tried to save Australia from being taken or rule by some other countries... This is the night before that every one is busy choosing the right colour and look good in front of every one. The pride and glory that their loved ones have served the country is young brave men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For me, I was just busy with my accountant at Glen Waverly for around one hour. Drove there from my home and it took me an hour and half to be there cause of the traffic plus tomorrow is holiday. Went to friend's place at BoxHill - stucked in the traffic for almost half and hour to be there. Sitting on the sofa was just the amazing thing my bottoms can ask for at that moment of time. So well, was eating a little bit here and there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then drove all the way to caulfield - had a proper dinner - Yummie - my favs - Asam Laksa... Hehehe. I love it so much. Then, went to watch movie - The Reaping - I thought it's suppose to be a Horror movie but it ended up it was just a cult village that went crazy. But only three parts are scary - hehehe... The girls' eyes are actually quite beautiful which I can say for the whole compliment for the movie. Others - it's just a bible story that happens in the village itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the movie, went back to BoxHill - hahaha... The people there are playing MahJongg - I have no played for a long long time. Was waiting very long until Max got up from his seat - and I just went to play without asking him first. But then I got to play for only three rounds. Later, this bunch of people are discussing of getting beer - ended up we left the house at 1am - got a 5 litres of beer that worth - $ around 35.00 at Riversdale Road. Went back home before two - prepared the table, groundnuts, beer glass, towels to wipe the table, ciggrattes, ashstrays, lighters, and many more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yum Seng - from every one to every one. Then, drinking penalty time is up. Played a few games but then still can't get people to drink interestingly. So, some one said about the game of 7, 8 and 9. Never heard of it??? Neither do I but it was fun though. Oh yah, we used two diced and a bowl, number 7 is to add in beer, number 8 is to drink half of the second part of pouring and if it is first part - have to drink it all up. Number 9 is to finish the whole glass. If you get two numbers are the same - change direction but if you get two 4s at the same time, have to drink half of it and change direction, other numbers mean that you are safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess who lost the whole 2 hours game? hahahaha, the who is owns this blog and writes crapazzz all the time. Yupe, I was already quarterly drunk - since I can't drive back home, ended up sleep over at friend's place until 11.30am this morning. That is the whole night before ANZAC day celebration for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-7891630738381591061?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/7891630738381591061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=7891630738381591061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/7891630738381591061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/7891630738381591061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/04/night-before-anzac-day.html' title='~The night before ANZAC day~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-5871252291239953964</id><published>2007-04-22T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:05:49.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Brother'/><title type='text'>~BB2007 Intro Night~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yah... Big Brother 2007 Intro night was on tonight. I was there sitting on the sofa get to know all the housemates. Plus 3 girls and 3 boys to choose from by the audience and us who are at home watching. Hrmm, I was wanting to text Demet in cause she's can get most of the attentions for the boys as she does belly dancing, all the girls will get jealous of her obviously. I'm so bad but then ended up not wanting to waste the money cause it takes up to 55 cents per text. Holly crapppppaaaazzzzz....! Eh Hem. That expensive to text two in to choose 1 girl and 1 boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't believe that how much they can earn if there are 25 thousand people text two messages or maybe more people, where does the money go to actually? Supporting the BB to continue raising funds for themselves or maybe pay for the advertisement company or maintaining the house. Well, it's good for them not for us who doesn't want to waste the money like this. I think Australians are paying too much for the reality shows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, back to BB 2007. Interesting enough there's no asians this time again except the 2006. 1 girl and 1 boy who are asians but are ABCs. I wonder why the asians never thought of going in for the interview or maybe they did but they weren't choosen to be into. Racism occurs? Let me think, maybe not or maybe yes. Or maybe the asians do not bother about it at all cause it's a silly thing to be in or don't waste my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions questions and confusion confusions.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yupe, mostly blondes are in there again as usual. Never will miss not having any blondes - real blondes or fake blondes are always there for BB show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, this time the BB introduced the girls first and everyone thought that might not be it, the girls house this time. Of course, without the boys, there will be no spicy spicy in there and girls will either be besties or cat fights every night. To have the rumours going on and show to watch, BB would not want to be just 1 sex.. of course he's going to add in saucy in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quite a large competitions going on for the kids in there. All of them are around my age, that is good cause it's a little sick to watch teenagers in BB again. What they do is just low and not funny at all. At least, all of them are working people, which can spice up the BB reality show this time in smarter ways. This could be a fun season to watch - but I won't be following every night - just once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-5871252291239953964?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/5871252291239953964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=5871252291239953964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/5871252291239953964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/5871252291239953964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/04/bb2007-intro-night.html' title='~BB2007 Intro Night~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-9004345303138256426</id><published>2007-04-21T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:55:58.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>~Blogspot something wrong or I~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know what, every time I publish a conversation. The paragraphs just ended up stuck together especially the last two or last paragraphs. I've tried to edit a few times but then it just did the same thing. Can't understand why it just doesn't work for me.. or maybe the bloggy asked me to get out of my site. Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZYYYYYY.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-9004345303138256426?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/9004345303138256426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=9004345303138256426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/9004345303138256426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/9004345303138256426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/04/blogspot-something-wrong-or-i.html' title='~Blogspot something wrong or I~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-7084355488793657984</id><published>2007-04-21T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:05:57.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>~Georgia left for good~</title><content type='html'>Who is georgia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's my work mate and just working experience girl cause every one of us have to go through it except some of us who are studying full time just like me. Ended up coming out to find a full time job but I'm a contractor which I have to do my own tax returns and other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. Georgia. She's married with a kid - I think he is already a year plus. Quite boy with curly hair and chubby cheeks. Should be a handsome boy when he grows up. Georgia was only working at our place for just few saturdays and she's already been there almost two months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She got a bouquet of flowers from somebody at work. Got her mobile number to contact her. Give a huge hug from most of the people. She asked me - why I didn't give her anything and not even a flower. I was like... errrr. I don't want to give her anything cause I want to see you again. So, she's like fair enough. Make her happy a bit but of course I'm going to see her again. That's next week, I'll be with her and her friends at the beauty expo on sunday - as that's the only day that I can be there - not working on sunday. Thank goodness that I can get off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yah, she's greek and her hubby is greek too. I think I have this instant friends that are use to my characters and attitudes which of course not many people like it but I don't have to impress everyone. Just act differently when we're with the clients. Ok, I've never got any greek girl friends - so Georgia will be good to be friend with cause she's a straight forward person and doesn't like talking rubbish. Just have fun but she's a cool young mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next time, I'll take a picture with her and I'll publish it in the bloggy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-7084355488793657984?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/7084355488793657984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=7084355488793657984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/7084355488793657984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/7084355488793657984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/04/georgia-left-for-good.html' title='~Georgia left for good~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-8354010891341008748</id><published>2007-04-20T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:06:27.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>~CNY 2007 Pictures~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RiiNhJlLKoI/AAAAAAAAABc/xKVLkBaA9RM/s1600-h/IMG_1345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055446182370421378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RiiNhJlLKoI/AAAAAAAAABc/xKVLkBaA9RM/s200/IMG_1345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Setting up the food and place it nicely so everyone can have a go for it easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RiiK_JlLKhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/il7lSBQb1vk/s1600-h/IMG_1339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055443399231613458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RiiK_JlLKhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/il7lSBQb1vk/s200/IMG_1339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - everyone cooked something. See the silver pot in the middle. That's mine and I did - errrr.... Can't remember. Ohhh yah.. it was bee hoon kerabu with sambal and got prawn crackers from my restaurant - previous work place. So, we have prawns, chickens, vegetarian pancake and meat pancake, something else too. Can't remember what else we had. Of course, rice to go with the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RiiMnZlLKkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GguhL8WQGlU/s1600-h/IMG_1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055445190232975938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RiiMnZlLKkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GguhL8WQGlU/s200/IMG_1355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is julia Loh - knew her since 2000 in Inti International College Penang - taking HSC - of course, I ended up not really studying cause I was not suppose to be there at all - so I failed the papers. Then, went to KL to study what I really dream of wanting to study - Diploma of Media, Communication and film studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RiiMbplLKjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NGz4SbqWZdI/s1600-h/IMG_1353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055444988369513010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RiiMbplLKjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NGz4SbqWZdI/s200/IMG_1353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wing - one of Julia's Hong Kong friend but she stayed in South Africa for quite a long time and goes to high school there until she comes here to finish off her degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RiiMzZlLKlI/AAAAAAAAABE/OQ5cHaTlBho/s1600-h/IMG_1356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055445396391406162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RiiMzZlLKlI/AAAAAAAAABE/OQ5cHaTlBho/s200/IMG_1356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscilia - from Deakin too and Julia's friend as well. Hrmmm.. can say that it's all Julia's friends that I know. She's from Hong Kong too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RiiNDJlLKmI/AAAAAAAAABM/5dgducfkeW4/s1600-h/IMG_1357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055445666974345826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RiiNDJlLKmI/AAAAAAAAABM/5dgducfkeW4/s200/IMG_1357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wing's older sister - sorry about her eyes cause she was closing it accidentally as she was talking. But that's what I have from her in CNY celebration at Julia's house at BoxHill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RiiNQplLKnI/AAAAAAAAABU/L2u-1aUzseQ/s1600-h/IMG_1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055445898902579826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RiiNQplLKnI/AAAAAAAAABU/L2u-1aUzseQ/s200/IMG_1350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lastly, that's me with my second time long hair since I was 12 years old. It took me nearly a year and a half to have this long. But it just feels funny cause It's not heavy at all compared to when I was younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-8354010891341008748?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/8354010891341008748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=8354010891341008748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/8354010891341008748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/8354010891341008748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/04/cny-2007-pictures.html' title='~CNY 2007 Pictures~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/RiiNhJlLKoI/AAAAAAAAABc/xKVLkBaA9RM/s72-c/IMG_1345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-7197445043096333763</id><published>2007-04-19T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:06:41.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>~B'day 2007~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huh... another year older but then still act the same. Or maybe it's just not time for me to act olderrrrrrr... Anyway, who cares - if people like me, they like me. If they don't, they won't like me. True? Can't make everyone happy on this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, work on my b'day but at least they gave me off early as I can prepare to go for dinner and get some groceries done. Had b'day dinner at my previous workplace. Too bad the food is not HOT enough for me. I ended up don't feel like eating until my CHICKEN CURRY comes. Truth is, that's the only restaurant I've eaten no problems such as skin sensitive or tummy funny and many more. Safe to go there to have my lunches and dinners and suppers. Hrrmmm, been a long time since I have supper there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I move down closer to my boss's restaurant, I'm going for supper. Hahaha... Will be fat fat by then. Anyway, I got my boss to control my eating. Don't have to worry. Boss will scold me if I eat too much until I gain weight. Complain all the time about my weight. Haiii.... but good boss. Hahahaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, had dinner only lo. Where did the LO come from? Too much of the malaysian influence from friends. Dad is going to scold me too. Better stop having all these bloody words coming out from my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-7197445043096333763?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/7197445043096333763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=7197445043096333763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/7197445043096333763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/7197445043096333763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/04/bday-2007.html' title='~B&apos;day 2007~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-7542940586357803353</id><published>2007-04-19T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:07:34.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>~Happy CNY~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey people, dinner celebration for Chinese New Year tomorrow... Worst of all, no red packets. I think I haven't receive much since last two years. Don't think I'll be getting any this year. For you all, grap as many as you can. Even say gong hei fat choy to married people - you don't even know. Cause they might still give it to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dropping by to wish every one have a great time and wear something sexy RED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-7542940586357803353?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/7542940586357803353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=7542940586357803353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/7542940586357803353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/7542940586357803353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-cny.html' title='~Happy CNY~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-400125883707426379</id><published>2007-04-19T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:13:07.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Outings'/><title type='text'>~Floating in the Air~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last saturday, went to work in the morning and have to do 4 massages in a role. Which was a good fun but it's too much in a day. I reckon that I can only deal with 5 clients per day if I change my way of massage movements. Bad day to end cause communication break down in between with my workmate. But just have to get over it and have a good drinking till drunk night after work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been months since I really went out with friends just have a good drinking time and socialize a bit with people out there. First time at the Golden Monkey pub in the city, right opposite to Amber lounge (*dislike that club big time - sorry folks if you like it, not my taste). Lotz of asians but not too bad to be around them, just feels weird when I didn't have been with asians' places for the past one year plus plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink three glasses of cocktails or I don't know what drinks I had. Anyway, the second one was so awesome until I really LOVE the drink. Next time if I ever go there, if the bartender still remembers me or my friends still remembers what the drink is.... TRUST me! I'm going for that drink most of the time. It's good to get drunk with that cause it's heavy liqour with lemon in it. What a yummy drink! Wish am there again for that drink now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, got to talk to these girl, who is younger than me. It's like instant drunk click buddy. I didn't thought I'll be talking to her or any of the friends, oh well, that's how I always have been unless I'm up up and away. Compared to sitting with the ABCs or pretend ABCs or what they prefer to be, it's like nothing out of them. Nothing at all, I was just sitting there, looking at them, hearing the conversations. Seems different topics from these people, or I should say that totally cannot connect to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, these bunch of malaysians - KL people most of them. Just talk talk talk talk and drink drink drink drink. It was good cause all we do talking and having fun. Oooppsss, for not saying that I was pretty loud after my second drink cause I was already at the top but not so high yet. By the third drink, I'm like errrr.... do we have to walk? I can walk but just need a body guard. Heheheee... I was loud and talking rubbish, half of the conversations, I don't know what was I talking about. Just remembered I nearly fell at the road side crossing streets, out of the blue - I was saying that I need to work tomorrow and I cannot have sprain ankle to work with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, was a stupid thing to say out loud when I was already half gone. Okay, back to the story of the instant drunk click mate, I was sitting beside her at the Chili Padi, we were talking so loudly and laughing and talking all conversations that make us both went bombastic crazy. Then, I told my friend - I cannot sit with her anymore or else I cannot stop laughing. So, got to change sits and these time we were a bit quiet, I meant the two girls which is she and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusions, it was a great night for me cause I get to float around the air for few hours. It is the time that I like to stay around more often just like the way we malaysians do when we're back home. The good old times with friends or partners or mates or whoever is there to be with and drink, laugh, talk and eat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, I'm stuck here for good three years until I settle down big time with some hope or just leave to some other countries and carry another hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-400125883707426379?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/400125883707426379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=400125883707426379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/400125883707426379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/400125883707426379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/04/floating-in-air.html' title='~Floating in the Air~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-2657382318962620955</id><published>2007-04-19T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:11:24.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>~Christmas Night, Christmas Dinner~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christmas dinner on Christmas night was just one christmas family gathering - drinking, eating and chit-chatting. Unlike spending time with the immediate family that I need to be in. Parents are far away from me as well as my brother. So, I ended up spending time with my relatives with their immediate family instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just normal, nothing much but just got to see one of my cousins since I last saw her when I was 12 years old. Didn't take any pictures, people - so, can't actually show you how they look like. But three of them are older than me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home around 10pm and picked up my baby boy from friend's house. Have a good shower and watched TV. Believe the TV channels SUCK BIG TIME. Not many christmas movies unlike malaysia, when it is suppose to be like that. This year, I don't even feel like christmas or maybe I didn't go to clubbing or something. It feels quiet or maybe I live in a new surburb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going for my lunch now. Woke up not long ago. Happy New year, people. Resolution....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-2657382318962620955?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/2657382318962620955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=2657382318962620955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/2657382318962620955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/2657382318962620955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/04/christmas-night-christmas-dinner.html' title='~Christmas Night, Christmas Dinner~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-6662408976139108624</id><published>2007-04-19T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:09:06.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Busy, lazy and crazy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have nudged to say something cause I have been studying like a crazy bitch. Have never been so crazy about studies since high school, this is the thoughest and worst than doing it in University stage. I think for me to choose the between the beauty therapy course and media course, I rather choose the university life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool and chill out, have some time for good morning coffee. This college is like test every week, theory and practical, no rests and no life. Didn't really get to out at all unlike the year before. At least, i met some local friends that are nice to me since I'm staying here longer to get work experience and train to be a workaholic. If I'm not mistaken that the word should be spelled correctly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have not been back to malaysia since 2 years now. What do I missed? The food, my parents, the crazy bargain shopping spree and that's all. Friends have been around the world, it's hard to catch up with them now. But hope that everything goes well with every one of them and pray that they have jobs and earn more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Merry christmas and happy new year to all. Remember the new year resolution, one for you, one for your family and one for you intimate love ones or friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-6662408976139108624?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/6662408976139108624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=6662408976139108624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6662408976139108624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/6662408976139108624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/04/busy-lazy-and-crazy.html' title='~Busy, lazy and crazy~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-5825446878776084530</id><published>2007-04-19T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:55:58.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>~I'm back and hope I'll drop by soon~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been a year plus since I last blog anything over this blogging site. I've a few in friendster as I always log into friendster.com most of the time. Never miss doing it even though I didn't log in for a few days. I'll copy the friendster site for you to look at if you're interested to look at what shit I have and wrote - &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" href="http://www.friendster.com/adrianalynn"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/adrianalynn&lt;/a&gt;. There you go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a little bit noisy at the moment. But hope more people can write more things to make the noice go away QUICK... Of course I'm not going to delete it. It's cool cause some one that I don't know sent it to me. It's a nice gift from internet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My friend - ching ching always asked me to write something everyday. I was like - errrrr, but there's nothing much that I can write cause now I'm working as a beauty therapist and it's a little bit weird to complaint what I did at work, right? But maybe it's a good blogging site for me to crap all the things that annoy me at work and calm me down here rather than placing it in my heart, mind and soul. I know... it's not good to keep it in. Sometimes it's good not to say anything to anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yah.. got a new hair cut and permed my hair. This is the picture of it. It just went flat after a few hours from the Good Morning hair salon in BoxHill - hairdresser's name is Tye - Korean guy. They are good in cutting hairs and curling too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055147574769166818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rid975lLKeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6yyHnN5x6d8/s200/IMG_1373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happen the next two days of keeping the hair became... lost the shape of the perm but then hopefully it still can maintain. I think instead of maintaining with the hairdresser every two months. I think I'm going in for once a month. Hey... I have to maintain my hair since I'm been working so hard. It's just a gift for myself every month. Can't complain that I'm not doing anything for myself now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055148407992822258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rid-sZlLKfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FbeNgqrFoRA/s200/IMG_1381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's my son which is so funny and sad. Always I think he's sleepy when talking photos all the time. But he knows very well that mom is making him busy all the time. Grooming I mean. I have a curly dog and ended up have to groom him almost everyday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055149266986281474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rid_eZlLKgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/a7XgE66QVq8/s200/IMG_1392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good. At least you all get to see what is going on in my life at the moment after the beauty school gets me into study and not getting anywhere in Melbourne for fun. But at least I did drink on the night of my b'day... Errr Hrmmm.. not for this year. It was last year - 2006. The 2007 b'day I was working on the weekends and didn't get to drink. Can say that I'm a lousy drinker now or maybe it's not straight or hard liquor. Did I spell it correctly...liquor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-5825446878776084530?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/5825446878776084530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=5825446878776084530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/5825446878776084530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/5825446878776084530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back-and-hope-ill-drop-by-soon.html' title='~I&apos;m back and hope I&apos;ll drop by soon~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/Rid975lLKeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6yyHnN5x6d8/s72-c/IMG_1373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-114086010976864497</id><published>2006-02-25T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:50:03.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty School'/><title type='text'>~Beauty Therapy College School Excursion~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heya, it's been long since the laso post. Just been busy working while resting before I head for the study again. Now, I'm doing the beauty therapy course in Melbourne for a year. Then, graduate as a Beauty Therapist, save some moeny and study some other sucjects as well to update my knowledge in others. More requirements are better for me to work in any salons easier, I think so. But I just definitely love to do massage, facial and make-up. Others, still ALRIGHT with it as long as I catch up all the time in class and practice on friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I better start talking about the 2 nights and 3 days trip at Lady Northcote. This campsite is actually owned by the YMCA, which the property is very big for lots of activities. I didn't have the activities pictures cause every one has to do the activities and I just ended up leavning the camera in the room. Thank goodness no one steal it. Or else I'll go nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/1600/IMG_0715.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/200/IMG_0715.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/1600/IMG_0701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/200/IMG_0701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Principal - Alex, and half of my classmates) (Elly Lukas Beauty Therapy College's Tutors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, we have around 200 ladies went there for the sake of the school requirements to know each other, understand the toughness in life especially working area and of course, have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left from college at Collins st. around 9:30am, reached the campsite around noon. Found our lovely room with shared bathroom with the unknown neighbours. All went very well until the group meeting after that. We have to be in groups for activities and my class is called GREY. Eeewwwww, that's the colour that I rarely have in the closet. Anyway, better than getting red which was another group. So, we had lunch and do nothing for awhile then met up at the big hall for a talking session. Hate that session cause it's so annoying which is about something like horoscope, eg. who can you work with, who you cannot hire if you have your own salon, who is hard-working, balalbalaalbalba... all that shits. So bring and tiring already still have to listen that kind of untrue things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/1600/IMG_0702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/200/IMG_0702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/1600/IMG_0698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/200/IMG_0698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Preparing to go in for GALA DINNER night)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(More ladies outside of the hall having champagne and starters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, a GALA DINNER, with nice setting up, candles around the tables and the hall, champagnes, wines are served. I'm not satisfies with food cause it's so little and it's out of my range of appetite. Kidding me, I was looking around the ladies eating, guess what. They said this is too much, in my mind was, bloody hell, I'm not even full. What are you all talking about.. I'm a lady too, but I eat alot. Can't survive at all for me which I have to be here for 2 nights and 3 days. Disgusting time without enough FOOODODODODODODODOD.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/1600/IMG_0710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/200/IMG_0710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/1600/IMG_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/200/IMG_0754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Manola, Me and Tamara) (Another half of the classmates)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, party was on after that, can't believe that is all girls and no guys except the principal. So boring but then my classmate, Manola from Italy asked me to dance as well. I was like don't want can't dance cause it's not techno or trance. I forced myself to dance, and said to her, I need a smoke and went out to join Tamara and Ellen (australians) outside of the hall and there were more classmates of mine who are teenagers got drunk at the bench. It was so funny to look at them cause I have never really got that drunk before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/1600/IMG_0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/200/IMG_0718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/1600/IMG_0741.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/200/IMG_0741.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Ellen, Tamara and me keep on smoking at excursion non-stop) (Courtney, Lynnica and Shiva are drunk teenagers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/1600/IMG_0748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/200/IMG_0748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/1600/IMG_0746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/200/IMG_0746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Nicole, hiding away from the camera, but still got ya) (Manola happily dancing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the saturday, we were all having the activities and not having enough sleep but gone through the wind just like lazy bugs, trying our bests to score it as well. I was not in the mood cause I don't have enough food. Plus, it's all girls,so boring and not much challanges. So freak up the whole story without anything to story about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;80's night was nothing great but for the tutors it is as it's more to their night then ours. But I have personally have any interest in it. Just have a freak drinks and took som photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/1600/IMG_0756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/200/IMG_0756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/1600/IMG_0766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/200/IMG_0766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(These are the neighbours staying beside my room) (Tutors = Part-Time Bartender)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/1600/IMG_0758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/200/IMG_0758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Old time memories for the Tutors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yupe, that's it for the school excursion. Nothing much happening except just all ladies' night out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-114086010976864497?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/114086010976864497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=114086010976864497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/114086010976864497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/114086010976864497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/02/beauty-therapy-college-school.html' title='~Beauty Therapy College School Excursion~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113629151225419508</id><published>2006-01-03T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:53:53.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accident/Incident'/><title type='text'>~Tow Away Car Story~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, I got parking fine AUD$55 in the city to look for my laywer. This time is even worst than you can think of, I'm the only friend among the circles to get my car towed away last frriday because of seeing my lawyer in the same street - Albert Street. Guess what's the total costs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you think of when you first notice that your car is not at the parking lot? For me, I was like - "Oh shit, my car got tow away!" Yupe, I didn't thought of - my car got stolen, I need to call the police to report. I didn't go blank in my head, I was clear and I was looking for the road sign saying that 4pm - 6.30pm (Clearance way). Hrmmm.... bad luck. Have to call my friend to pick me up from the laywer's place. Turn out that it was traffic period when I have this stupid incident, I just have to take train to go find my friends to ask them - PLEASE SEND ME HOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a car can spoil your knowledge of taking public transportation, my friend have to navigate me to go Parliament Station to get a train and go BoxHill station. On the way to the Parliament Station, I notice there was a staircase to go down underground but I don't know whether it is the station that my friend was talking about. So, I ask a couple that was just next to me (they are not couple, they are just friends) whether it is the right station that I was going after. They were very nice enough to help me out the stupidity of mine all the way to BoxHill. Luckily enough they were on their way to the same destination where I was going to stop by as well. Guess what, they were at the hospital, NO WONDER they were so nice. Weird but I really thank them for helping out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the train, underground train, makes me a little bit scared cause of the London Bombing. Well, I was just standing there all the way to BoxHill not wanting toget a sit even though there was available seats. I was still standing and thought of - since I have a car of my own, I have stop taking public transportation cause places that I was living need to have a car more convenient than taking a public transportation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was in the car, I thank God for giving me a car cause I don't have to go through all the hassle of taking public transportation and ended up having blood around my body just like the London Bombing accident. I'm just too emtional when I do, see, sense and touch something in my life all the time. Not too good for my attitude I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually,it was a once in a lifetime mistake and not bad being the first person in my circle to have this mistake. Good lesson to learn from and I'll be the popular friend to search for the car if it gets tow away. I learned a lot of interesting things in Melbourne which I have no guts to do that in K.L. (Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia). If you know Malaysia well, it is a bit too dangerous for girls to get crazy unlike here. I dare to do things more and it is always safe over here even mom said better don't do this and that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might as well says that I don't even want to go back to Malaysia if I can, I feel like staying put here forever and not going back home. Here is HOME for me, plus there are nothing that can make me stay back in Malaysia. Previously there was, now - NONE. Bad news and a little depress but i have to forget and go over it. Yupe, Adriana Tan is going to walk away from the one thing she hope for badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, forget about my depression cause it's not that important as well. So, remember the costs that am suppoer to tell you? Yupe, it is AUD$275 for the tow away, parking and stupid hassle plus a parking fine whichi is AUD$105. All together added up is AUD$380. Another AUD$100, I can pay for my next month's rental. Bloody useless sign which was a few steps away from the other road sign that I shouldn't be noticing at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113629151225419508?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113629151225419508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113629151225419508' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629151225419508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629151225419508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/tow-away-car-story.html' title='~Tow Away Car Story~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113629138919380401</id><published>2006-01-03T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:55:58.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>~Blogging, blogging, blogging ALL THE TIME~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why do we have to write bullshit stuffs here and nobody really read it the whole passage? Do you? I don't, not all the time. Try to read my first and last sentence, guess what am I talking about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I read my friend's blog, I really don't read all of it. Just some of the interesting parts. Still I understand what was the missing parts talking about. Somehow or rather, the first and the last still links together which the middle will come out the whole conclusion of EXPLAINING things. Explaining, explaining, how weird it can be to do the whole trouble for the exam essays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you really count how many words you have written for the onlyone essays, doesn't it take up your extra time of counting IT, when your maths are the worst in your head? Believe me, I did that and I gave up counting half way cause I just simply use up the time for stupid things. Damn hell with the techers, I don't care whether it's less or more, I just finish what I have to finish. It doesn't mean that I didn't follow the instructions, I will get ZERO MARKS for the section, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I've graduated last year end. Didn't seems that hard in university life as I was doing more practical assignments then theory. Let say that I didn't finish a book for the 2 years course over here in Melbourne, Australia. Fantastic, HATE me, just go ahead. I have friends that are majoring in Economics, Law, Marketing, Finance, Medicine, Pharmacy and lots always said that to me - "Good luck with your exams". At first, I was so scared to tell them that I don't have exams and I don't need to sit one like you do. Semesters and semesters gone by, I just have the guts telling them this answer - "Yah, like as if I have one. I'm a Contemporary Arts student, I DON'T HAVE EXAMS. So, keep you lucky charm for your ownself". Then, they will ask me lots of questions about why I don't have exams, what am I studying, why only have practical assignments, why this and why that. I'm like - "WHY DO YOU ASK SO MANY QUESTIONS, nothing that I can help you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friends, trust me, if you HATE to study or touch a book for even less than a seconds. I recommend you to major in Film Studies, Drama, Dance, Art and Photographic.These are the few majors that rarely have books right up to your nose. Not that I'm saying that my major is great or what. But it's just helps you alot to win a degree back to our parents, after that, you can just go for another degree in another major as you like. It doesn't hurt to have two degrees in your life. Think of it though, it's just AWESOME when you introduce friends, uncles or aunties, family or whatsoever people that you're a BACHELOR OF CONTEMPORARY ARTS - MAJORING IN FILM STUDIES, is seriously AWEEEESSSSOOOOOMMMMMMEEEEE! How many people you know that studies that exclude me, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm proud of it and I rely that degree a lot to find my dream. If it really happens before I age till wrinkles coming out day by day or maybe seconds. Oh my Lord, please make me stay young forever till my death day! Yeh, doesn't mean that my outer look must be young, I meant my mind and heart have to stay young, so I won't get cheated by my children - if am planning to have a few or one or maybe not. Talk about having children, I guess the best thing is to have one by your ownself and the rests, just adopt, see how many children in this world without parents to pamper. Thanks to our great 1st sexiest woman in this world - Angelina Jolie for her great contribution of adopting her 2 children. Now what, the rest of the celebrities are doing the same old thing like Angelina Jolie. Then, what will happen next, think about it, the cycle will come back getting pregnant and not adopting any children. This will be recycling quite a lot of things and DO NOT DISPOSE THINGS TO THE MARS cause we're going to live there one day, if am still alive by that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, my life has been usual as am working part-time here and there. Bringing my pet dog to visit his friends or brothers. Visited his daughter not long ago and guess what, he wants to HUMP his own daughter. Oh please, don't get angry with him. How does he knows its his daughter when he didn't know he is a dad also. Doesn't mean that the daughter is living with him means he knows that ia his daughter. They are animals and they don't know what is call their own species of family. They only know who are US. Get it, that's why dogs are man's best friend. But what happen to the word of "WOMEN"? As usual, because woman are from MAN and MAN is from WHERE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess it, what am I talking about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113629138919380401?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113629138919380401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113629138919380401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629138919380401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629138919380401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/blogging-blogging-blogging-all-time.html' title='~Blogging, blogging, blogging ALL THE TIME~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113629128624190891</id><published>2006-01-03T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:45:07.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>~Movie Series / TV Series.. or whatsoever Series~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Born without understanding any words what human beings are saying, developing day by day to understand the words. How awful to understand human speaking language when you just come out from the womb. Most of the LUCKY BABIES got to welcome by their parents, I don't think the babies will understand what is call - "Hey, welcome to the world, baby" by their parents or parent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, I think I just understand what is - HUNGRY and I NEED FOOD ASAP! Yeh, extraordinary case but it's worth a single minute just to wait for my milk in the hospital. Then, year by year, I grew up and am growing up still until my DEATH DAY. I understand words by words and learning every single words which I still don't understand it. How amazing that the Dictionary actually add the modern words in it which don't think really need it to be, I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But movies are just one of my favourite time to spend with. Non stop watching TV all the time even when I'm eating, studying, visiting and what can I think of. It might be good to have TV in the toilet and shower room but just didn't buy the portable TV for emergency use. To think of it, dad always tell me one sentence - You can leave without a year to watch the TV shows as they will still show it after a year or two, so you still won't miss it. That was when I was in Form Three taking the PMR time, believe it, I DID NOT watch or touch the TV for that year. Not even stepping into the cinema at all with friends even though am invited for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing when am addicted with TV and just stop not watching or touching it. This might be painful for me but I did survive for that year and concentrate on my studies. After that, don't rely on my dad's saying anymore, went back to the addiction. Dad always joke with me that I will become a broadcaster one day in one of the Malaysia Channel News or overseas. Dad and mom never agree me doing or becoming one. Eventually, I rely in my belief of mind and heart which I ended up taking a Degree for Contemporary Arts - Film Studies major. Yupe, I WANT TO BE ONE... Like the Asian lady in CNN news and she was GOOD. I was not keen of news but she influence me of wanting to be like her. I think that she is still there, ask my dad, he knows who is she. Anchor-women for the news channels that knows several languages back in Malaysia. How amazing these people can work for different language in one news channel and became praised by oversea visitors that know Malaysia well whilst their work/stay there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I might be happy to have a degree that is different from many people for Asia country cause many people in this world know and understand that Asians ain't that keen of wanting to take up that major which I DID. I just told them - Maybe I'm just one of the extraordinary Asian that just don't do the same thing like the most Asians. They agreed in it but they were glad to see Asians keen of taking jobs like that.If the one day came, unemployment issue mostly attack at US (the Media people). In my mind, no one will live without US as we are the greatest source that they can be connected in this WHOLE EARTH or even other balls flowing next to the earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Tom Cruis is with David Letterman. Got to watch that, seriously crazy loyal Scientology follower that is not getting a marriage date by Katie Holmes. Yupe, I DO FOLLOW THAT bullshits from the MEDIA people. Anyway, happy connecting by US, and don't get grumpy when it's ewwwwwwww movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113629128624190891?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113629128624190891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113629128624190891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629128624190891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629128624190891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/movie-series-tv-series-or-whatsoever.html' title='~Movie Series / TV Series.. or whatsoever Series~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113629123493334318</id><published>2006-01-03T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:51:59.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>~Wilson's Prom Day Trip~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, it's been a while since I really go to anywhere away from Melbourne hectic city noise. This time it's the country side which is near to the sea of Victoria. A place where more accidents happened every year in Victoria then any towns that occur. True enough that the place is nice to visit and overnight but it just darn bored. At least, not as noisy like the city and getting fresh air from the sea blowing from. Nothing to complain but to run away from the city life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went there as I wanted to visit one of my regular customers whom the husband and wife always have dinner at Galangal Restaurant every Wednesdays. It's just a knowing people in one of the town and advantage of getting to know the place easily rather than going alone without any knowledge but from the Melway (Melbourne's map).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/1600/15.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/320/15.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Graeme's holiday house)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                               &lt;em&gt;(Graeme Anthony and I)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Graeme and Sheryl Anthony's Holiday Inn is a nice warm welcoming Inn to stay put for a night with the 3 hours drive from Melbourne. In between there are lots of smaller towns, food is cheap, big, fresh and the feel of "WOW" feeling rather than having the same old cuisines or fast-foods that kill people more every year because it doesn't provide healthiness to human body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tong, my ex's classmate back in Kuala Lumpur was with me and his new here, took a chance with him to travel around. Had a nice time meeting up with Anthony's customers whom always there every weekends. Chit-chat with them and every one likes TONG.... Tong, what medic you gave them? Send me some when I next see you to get the Naruto remaining lost episodes. We all went to Agnes Fall which is a fall we can't get near it in wet but it's good to have something fresh home feeling to look at. Wind Farm, yupe, Far far away and too way big to stand underneath the 33m long blade which might chop our heads off. MAYBE only! Want to check out the pictures, go to this website: &lt;a href="http://adrianalynnal.multiply.com/" target="_new"&gt;http://adrianalynnal.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt; under Wilsons Promotory picture folder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every thing is good and next stop, overnight at one of the small town near the Torra National Park which leads to the Lighthouse. Never seen one in my life, will have the opportunity soon. Tong, when are you free... to go lighthouse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113629123493334318?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113629123493334318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113629123493334318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629123493334318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629123493334318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/wilsons-prom-day-trip.html' title='~Wilson&apos;s Prom Day Trip~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113629115803508354</id><published>2006-01-03T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:45:07.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>~Mr &amp; Mrs Smith Day Out~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was onced invited by my lady boss, Irene to watch movie with her again. Yeh, the Mr &amp;amp; Mrs. Smith movie - Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie (izzit correct?). Conclusion, her whole family and her friend's whole family and her friend's daughter's friend plus me. So, we have 9 people together to have lunch at Pavillion Doncaster as it was Queen's birthday (holiday for some people but not all), and some of the restaurants are not open at that day and time. Yupe, I was the funniest person to join in but well every thing was FINE. After all, I just want to watch movie which is the movie title is ABOVE as Irene knows about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that she'll ask me to come along to watch movie with her and I think I never so NO to people when coming to food and movie or play for a day. Previously, I went to watch Star Wars with her and her two children. Pancake for breakfast and Vietnamese beef noodle for lunch, all in her account except I paid for her movie ticket. Not good for her to keep on paying for me even though she wants to but it's not GOOD... I don't think my dad would like it since she's my lady boss and I'm just working for her. Anyway, she insisted of paying me back but I just said NOPE, it's alright. I can still afford movie tickets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is call IN RETURN you just have to give back a little, it was right when boss said "Not all the time also have to put it in and never let it out". Well, it was suppose to be a dirty joke in the kitchen while working but think of another sense, it's right that sometimes you just have to give out since they have given me so much while working for them and they treated me very well and like their own kid. Not all bosses can do that, it's a GOOD thing I have bosses like that. Or else, I'll be fired soon enough before winter arrives and now it's beginning of winter. I'm still OK and alive there. Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the movie topic. OH MY GOSH, I nearly slept in the middle of the movie. It got so BORING until I didn't get Angelina to turn my mood on to watch her movie. Well, it's my FIRST TIME watching her movie. No biggie deal, it's just crapzzzzz movie.I agreed on guys when they said it's a shitty or crap movie, it is really what they said. I overheard the loud conversation a few rows away from my line which we have to que for the movie. His friend watch the movie before us and his friend just said, "No way, you're watching it. It's a CRAP movie. It's SHIT." Well, well, well, I though Angelina is the No. 1 sexiest girl in the Hollywood 2005 and that's what the guy said about her movie. I ended up not going to have 'the' mood as I don't really want to watch her movie but Brad Pitt. Anyway, Contemporary Students majoring Film Studies just have to watch movie and continue to see what is new in the industry. That's why I ended up watching most of the latest movie with people whenever I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was time for the movie and incredibly - it was FULL... or most of the seats are full. 9 of us have to sit separately as there are people more before us, we eventually have to split up. I was nearly sitting quite not in the seat that I wanted and I went all the way down to have the eye to eye screen seat as I don't have to strain my neck watching movie for nearly 2 hours. Irene's son was sitting beside me in the front role near the walkway, and the rest is way to behind us. No worries, I have total control on the kid who is only 10 years old. Hehehe.... his a good kid but too quite for his age. At least this time his not that shy with me since I got to play his portable nintendo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that is the not too X-rated scene, he was eventually watching them kissing. I was looking at him to see what's his reaction and he knew I was doing so. He didn't even close his eyes which he was trying to peep and I ended up pushing his one side of face facing the other side until it's DONE. It was so cute until I didn't know what was going around with the actors on screen. Another time, both of them stop killing each other and having a wild sex - he eventually used his hand to close his eyes and I looked at him again to see what's going around his mind this time. He was good enough to close his eyes until I have to tell him it's finish. Think of it when I was a kid, between my hands, there are always holes for me to peep on the bad scene. It was cool cause no one knows about it and I didn't understand what I was watching at all at that little 4 years old age time. Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the movie is total shit the hell out of my world this time. None that I can recall excites me at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113629115803508354?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113629115803508354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113629115803508354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629115803508354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629115803508354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/mr-mrs-smith-day-out.html' title='~Mr &amp; Mrs Smith Day Out~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113629110068632973</id><published>2006-01-03T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:45:07.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>~ The Longest Yard Movie ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was wanting to watch the 'Kingdom of Heaven' but didn't go for it till now. Wonder I should go still? Anyone want to take the boring challenge with me? Every one said that it was not that NICE in their reference but it still depends on each's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmmm.... maybe I should go just for the sake of watching it. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got to go for 'The Longest Yard' instead cause one of my regular customer said it was worth the money. Since, I like Adam Sadler's movies and I don't have to work on that friday night. Which I can have a Time Out - Have a break and Have a movie. Not Kit Kat and it has been months since I ate Kit Kat. Hrmm... so bored of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, Adam must have said that he needs to act in a serious movie and not always comedy type. But it was not totally what I was thinking at all again. Well, he did act serious BUT it still funny though. I don't think he can live a life not being a comedian at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney Cox was there just right at the begining of the movie wearing a "I DUNNO WHO" the designer dress and it was like that which she went upstairs to find Adam still wearing usual clothing drinking beers on the bed. She then screamed at Adam for not being ready by wearing the SAILOR package clothing for the grant party at their home. Adam stolen her beloved CAR and drunk and caught by the police at the telecast LIVE TV news on that minute reported by Courtney to have her car back. Isn't it GUYS are the CAR Lovers whom tidy it very nicely and called it their BABY? Courtney was a guy instead of a girl and bad luck, her - in movie fav car - was so crashed that how much does the car costs and how many hungry children can have their food when they don't get a penny at all? Look at the darn police cars was crashed as well. That's the end of Courtney appearance in the movie so far. Isn't it weird of how much they pay her to act in that movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue with the movie which was fun in the middle part as the cons get to kick the guards' asses. How many cons would like to do that when they are in the prison? I bet that they will eventually like to kill them when they have the chance for not cooperating with the cons. If I were them, I think I like to just fool them around like 'Home Alone' movie and of course, I don't get to go out soon. Hehehe.... what a fun thought. But it should be worth it, I guess. Never try, never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, and the girls in the movie. My gosh, they really looks like Beyonce if you really live in there long enough cause they danced whalapp enough till you can drop your mouth off. My oh my, they are the chunniest babe in the movie better off than the guards cheerleaders. Look at them, they ruled in the movie and look at their body, not that bad for being a girl. Not to say that there was this "girl" was having a appearing tummy who was the main "girl". That was the only scence I don't really want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest was good competition breaking the body and hurting as the cons wanted the guards to go DOWN... at least they won and I think the guards will treat them better next time cause the guards are LOSERS. Cons are human being as well spoken by the Red Indian uncle who just said two words - Mean Machine. It works all the way and whoopp (high pitch voice) and it works the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth to try out and you'll get the butt seat cooling speed faster than you thought in the cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113629110068632973?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113629110068632973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113629110068632973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629110068632973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629110068632973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/longest-yard-movie.html' title='~ The Longest Yard Movie ~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113629092953632441</id><published>2006-01-03T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T16:40:39.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Normal Community Speaks ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Certainly proved that every girls know how to bake a cake even though it's an instant any cake provider company. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was just having a bad day especially for girls - can't believe that I was nuts enough untill I do not know what I can do to pour out the excess blood from my body and went to bake a cake. Funny though, it's time for me to do it which took me a longggggggggg time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;First cake - Tofee Sponge Cake - FAILED big time. What the hack? I just forgotten to put in the butter and I was wondering what I missed... It was just plain "butter" which the cake ended up so gravy even though it's already baked, untill I can vomit out of nothing. Anyway, I smashed two eggs and pour it in just to remember that. Think of it, it was not bad. Extra itchy hands and brain to put chocolate instant pack as well. Incredible, nothing happen! Smingled some butter on the oven plate, not too bad (I thought I know how to bake it). Pour the thing into the oven plate and waited more than 40 mins - out come was - OH MY GOSH, the only thing I forgotten was the stupid butter. Well, try another new one which was somewhere in the kitchen drawers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the one with the cookie instant box. Some don't know what instant any cookie provider company again. This time I remembered the butter. Another itchy thoughts and hands - mixed it with the mocha drink packs again. The flavour is nice though, should try it. Did the same piece of duble work while watching the chinese series rented. Went to shower for 15 mins while waiting for the cookie to bake. You know what.... I nearly burnt the cookie instead as I put the heat too high until the inside is still gravyish. Another moment of fainting, but then I try a lower temperature - it's getting there. My housemate said it smelled nice. What a good encouragement for me at that time. Well, I gave up as I was so damn hungry which I have to REALLY eat it. Hey, not that bad for the first timer to bake a cookie which ended up a CAKE instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thought, I should start from baking butter cake now with a correct temperature this time. Then, I'll do other stuff, housemate is getting me the coffee cookie recipe soon from her friend. I'll sure tell you all how I ended up doing it, okay! Want to try my CAKIE?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113629092953632441?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113629092953632441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113629092953632441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629092953632441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629092953632441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/normal-community-speaks.html' title='~ Normal Community Speaks ~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113629087054391019</id><published>2006-01-03T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:55:58.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>~ Playing with the PENIS game ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some how or rather, I have been observing my pet dog and my housemate's pet dog. Both of them are adorable male dogs but come to think of it, they are seriously pervert dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can say is that... is that.... They bite the opposite penises while playing hardcore game.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird? It sounds like guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure thing they sounds like guys as they are male dogs but... I am saying here is - "If you put two guys in a four wall with a lock door, they will ended up playing the penises to irritate each other to play hardcore game. Think of it, it is true. Where's the proof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.nvsh.nl/Website_Engels/Texts/Sexual_Information" target="_new"&gt;http://www.nvsh.nl/Website_Engels/Texts/Sexual_Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;/Basics/FOL_3.htm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- "A more secret game is showing your sex organs to another. Boys are very interested in the size of each other’s penis. They compare them, in secret places like cellars, attics, barns, haylofts, in the wood, or in their own room at home. Boys feel inferior about having a small penis. But they discover that when their penis is hard, it is not much smaller than the biggest one around." (Taken under Sex Game Section)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.bachelorettepartyfun.com/game_ideas.html" target="_new"&gt;http://www.bachelorettepartyfun.com/game_ideas.html&lt;/a&gt; - Just normal sexy game but it's all about penis again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that I'm the worst sex idiotic or something, but it is the truth. Have you seen male dogs hump each other to get what they want such as their favourite toys from the opposition? Our dogs do that and one of them must be the winner. Funny but true... but they are just horny enough to do that thing as they don't get to hump females.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113629087054391019?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113629087054391019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113629087054391019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629087054391019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629087054391019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/playing-with-penis-game.html' title='~ Playing with the PENIS game ~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113629077058808352</id><published>2006-01-03T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:55:58.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>~ The SECRET he WON'T tell you - even after a few beers ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Forget penis implants. There's a 100 per cent natural way for guys to make their package bigger. And he could be doing it right now ... By Wendy Squires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's your friend?" Steve, the stranger who had just joined me at the bar asked, after being told I was waiting for someone. "If you really want to know," I replied, "she's having a bikini wax."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The things you girls go through," he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then again, I jelq every day, so I'm hardly one to talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelq? As hesitant as I was to encourage a conversation with a guy I'd only met five seconds ago, my curiosity soon got the better of me. "Okay, I give up," I sighed. "What's a jelq?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know if I should be telling you this," he said. "We men have to keep some secrets to ourselves you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, these words had me instantly obsessed. After some initial prodding, Steve explained how he uses ancient massaging exercises to enlarge and strengthen his penis - and it appears he's not alone. Every day for the past few years, he's "milked" his penis after being given the tip-off by a yoga instructor, who told him to study the technique and enjoy its effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was first used by Arab tribesmen as a right of passage," he explained. "but it makes your penis larger and your erections harder if you keep at it. I think my length and girth has definitely increased and my erections last longer than ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sound like masturbation to me," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it is hard sometimes for it not to end up that way," he explained. "It's a great exercise in control and I'm sure you girls will agree that can be a problem in some men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed. As soon as I got home that night, I ran to my computer to find out more. After typing the world "jelq" into Google, to my surprise within 0.14 of a second, 17,400 sites appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve was right, it does appear that jelquing goes back centuries, with Sudanese Arab tribesmen the first to be recorded as using the technique to obtain a think penis - a symbol of masculinity and power in their culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is jelquing? Basically, it's where you force as much blood as possible into the penis's Corpa Cavernosa (spongy tissue). As you continue the "milking" strokes, the space in the penis streches and expands which, over time, can result in an increase in length and width.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sites claim that by jelquing five times a week for ten to 30 minutes a day over the span of a year, the average man can expect an erection 25sm long and 10sm in circumference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To effectively jelq, a man must first have a partial erection (we're talking 50 to 70 percent erect). If it's not in this state before jelquing, there won't be enough blood in the penis to fully expand the erectile tissue. However, if it's too erect, the act will place too much pressure on the veins in the penis, causing painful bruising and red spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man then lubricates the penis before making an okay sign with the thumb and index finger gripped around the base of the shaft. Maintaining the grip and pressure, he slides the hand along the shaft in a milking movement, forcing blood in the penis to move forward towards the glans (head). As the hand nears the top of the shaft, just before the glans, the other hand should grip the base of the penis. Releasing the first hand, you then repeat the motion with the gripped hand and so on. Each stroke should take two seconds to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novice jelquers should limit themselves to ten minutes, or 100 to 200 repetitions a day, using medium strength strokes, then build up to 15 minutes or 300 to 500 strokes at medium-full strength in week two. By week three, the exercise is safe for 20-minute periods and the grip can be as storng as you like or can bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: These are the sites, you might want to search for more history of jelquing or helping hand. Just-in-case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) &lt;a href="http://www.go-penis-enlargement.com/jelq.html" target="_new"&gt;http://www.go-penis-enlargement.com/jelq.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) &lt;a href="http://www.betterpenis.info/jelq.htm" target="_new"&gt;http://www.betterpenis.info/jelq.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) &lt;a href="http://www.penis-natural-enlargement.com/ez-jelqer.htm" target="_new"&gt;http://www.penis-natural-enlargement.com/ez-jelqer.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a site that recorded a case which an impotence of a happy family husband which can't fully erect after doing it wrongly. Better find an expert while doing this jelquing or forget what you have read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.actionlove.com/cases/case10879.htm" target="_new"&gt;http://www.actionlove.com/cases/case10879.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Copyright © Wendy Squires at June 2005 Issue Cleo Magazine (OZ &amp;amp; NZ Version)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113629077058808352?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113629077058808352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113629077058808352' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629077058808352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629077058808352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/secret-he-wont-tell-you-even-after-few.html' title='~ The SECRET he WON&apos;T tell you - even after a few beers ~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113629067790196394</id><published>2006-01-03T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:18:07.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Shopping Spree ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been daysssss…. I have come in to write stuff. I was so busy with so many meetings going on. Well, it’s not so FUN to have meeting on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays for 3 weeks. What to do… I have lots of things to plan for this semester for the International Students in Deakin University (Burwood Campus) but I just like to make people to have FUN like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a REAL DAY OFF on last Sunday. So, I went to Box Hill Centre to get some THINGS. Yupe! Shopping, shopping, shopping and shopping. Since my little baby son has bitten all of my shoes and high heels. I just HAVE TO GET some and I bought high heels, boots and a sport shoes. Every thing is cheap but it’s worth the money. Now, I need to get more BOOTS. Hehhee…it’s autumn and winter seasons, I just need to get DRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I intended to get shoes which I wander off to see bags. Hehe… cheap, cheap! Worth $20 each and I got 3 bags. Ok…. Dun ask me to convert to RM. I’m earning part-time money here. So, it’s cheap for me when I earn Aussie dollars. Eventually, I have spent more than I EXPECTED but… I just can’t resist some of the beautiful things. Sorry mom, I should save money but… I really need to buy things for myself as a REWARD for being hard working. I’m happy and sad at the same time as money is spent like water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I do save money and not going to tell mom and dad what I have. Hehhe… just to make them unhappy when I said I don’t have money but… I just have. Weird to say it here! Just can’t tell my parents I do save money for in-case things. Well, I’m off to shower and sleep early. Meeting tomorrow AGAIN…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then… talk to ya guys and gals soon. Chao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113629067790196394?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113629067790196394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113629067790196394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629067790196394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629067790196394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/shopping-spree.html' title='~ Shopping Spree ~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113629060280367373</id><published>2006-01-03T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:55:58.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>~ Models / Tits / Asses? ~ written by Scott Rosenberg</title><content type='html'>Actual title - "Gina Against the Models of the World”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         You wanna know what your problem is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina: I'm speaking to both you, okay, you're both fucking insane. You wanna know what your problem is? MTV, Playboys, and Madison fucking Avenue. Yeah. Let me explain something to you. OK, look, girls with big tits have big asses, girls with little tits have little asses. That's the way it goes. God doesn't fuck around, he's a fair guy. He gave the fatties big, beautiful tits, and the skinnies little, tiny niddlers. If you don't like it, call him. (entering store) Hey Mitch. Thank you. Oh guys, look what we have here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(picking up Penthouse magazine and opening it) Look at this: your favorite. Oh, you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy (Matt Dillon): I'd go along with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina: Yeah, that's nice, right? Well, it doesn't exist, okay? Look at the hair. The hair is long, it's flowing, it's like a river. Well, it's a fucking weave, okay? And the tits. Please, I could hang my overcoat on them. Tits, by design, are intended to be suckled by babies. Yeah, they're purely functional. These are silcone city. And look, my favorite, the shaved pubis. Pubic hair being so unruly and all. Very vain. This is a mockery, this is a sham, this is bullshit. Implants, calogen, plastics, capped teeth, the fat sucked out, the hair extended, the nose fixed, the bush sh-these are not real women, alright? They're beauty freaks. And they make all us normal women with our wrinkles, our puckered boobs, hi Bob, our cellulite, seem somewhat inadequate. Well, I don't buy it, alright? What you fuckers, you think is that there's a chance in hell that you'll end up with one of these women you don't give us real women any thing approaching a commitment. It's pathetic. I don't know what you think you're going to do. You're going to end up 80 years old, drooling in some nursing home, and then you'll decide that it's time to settle down, get married, have kids? What are you going to do: find a cheerleader? Charge it, Mitch.&lt;br /&gt;Willie (Timothy Hutton): I think you're over simplifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina: Oh, eat me. Look at Paul--with his models on the wall, his dog named Elle Macpherson. He's insane! He's obsessed. You're all obsessed. If you had an ounce of self-esteem, of self-worth, of self-confidence, you would realize that as trite as it may sound: beauty is truly skin deep. And you know what? If you ever did hook one of those girls, I guarantee you'd be sick of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: (looking at the magazine) Yeah, I suppose I'd get sick of her, after about, what, 20 or 30 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina: Get over yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They leave the store)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gina: No matter how perfect the nipple, how supple the thigh, unless there's some other shit going on in the relationship besides physical, it's going get old, okay? And you guys, as a gender, have got to get a grip, otherwise the future of the human race is in jeopardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © Scott Rosenberg @ &lt;a href="http://www.whysanity.net/monos/bgirls.html" target="_new"&gt;http://www.whysanity.net/monos/bgirls.html&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/20261982-113629060280367373?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113629060280367373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113629060280367373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629060280367373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629060280367373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/models-tits-asses-written-by-scott.html' title='~ Models / Tits / Asses? ~ written by Scott Rosenberg'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113629043387886711</id><published>2006-01-03T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:55:58.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>~ President's Friday Night Girl ~ written by Aaron Sorkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sydney: Have you seen a grey cable-knit sweater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Shepherd: A grey sweater? No. I called you at the office today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney: Its Beth's, I wore it one time and I didn't want to leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Shepherd: Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney: I'm going home and then I'm going to Hartford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Shepherd: Connecticut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney: Yes. Do you know if it was sent with your dry-cleaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Shepherd: What's in Connecticut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney: Uh, Richard Reynolds' campaign. He may be able to get me a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Shepherd: When did you decide to get a new job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney: Not long after Leo Solomon fired me from my old one. (opens drawer) Beth's gonna to&lt;br /&gt;kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Shepherd: Why did he fire you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney: Uh, "Total failure to achieve any of the objectives for which I was hired." I told him he was being unreasonable. After all, I did get to dance with the president and ride in Air Force One a couple of times. But, you know those prickly environmentalists. It's always gotta be something with them. If it's not clean air, then its clean water. Like it's not good enough that I'm on the cover of People Magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Shepherd: I'll call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney: You'll call him? You mean you'll call him yourself, personally? It'll come from the&lt;br /&gt;President? That's a great idea. I think you should call Leo and make a deal. He hires me back for, say, 72 days. I go around scaring the hell out of Congress making them think the President is about to drive through a very damaging and costly bill. They'll believe me right? Cause I'm the President's Friday night girl. Now, I don't know if we can dip into that well twice, especially since I've lost all crediblity in politics, but you never know. I might just pull it off again. I might be able to give you just the leverage you need to pass some piece of ground-breaking crime legislation, like a mandatory three-day waiting period before a five-year old can buy an Uzi. (slams drawer shut) Oh, fuck the sweater! She'll have to learn to live with disapointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kudos and much thanks go to Seth for this monologue, it is very much appreciated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © Aaron Sorkin @ &lt;a href="http://www.whysanity.net/monos/american2.html" target="_new"&gt;http://www.whysanity.net/monos/american2.html&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/20261982-113629043387886711?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113629043387886711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113629043387886711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629043387886711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629043387886711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/presidents-friday-night-girl-written.html' title='~ President&apos;s Friday Night Girl ~ written by Aaron Sorkin'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113629035309774708</id><published>2006-01-03T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:12:33.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Believe what I believe in ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Church was like a HOME to me when I started knowing God. His like my every thing when little kid friends bullied me in church all the time. I don’t have real friends in church except Him. I sang His lovable songs, I remembered every scripture readings, I prayed to Him like talking / chatting with a friend and I even slept in church soundly when I don’t listen to sermons (Sermons are boring, sleeping in church makes me feel SAFE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up knowing Him better every time. He let me do lots of things to make little children happy. I learned to accept every little ones even though they are naughty. I learned to protect little ones when they got bullied just like me. I taught them tambourine dance on special occasions. I taught them to play games and it was fun being with them. It’s a GREAT JOY to actually BE WITH THEM. It’s the same like Jesus enjoying Himself when He was doing story-telling sessions with little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never believe that there are Santa Clause, Rudolph, Christmas Reindeers, Elves, Fairy, Godmother and others. I just BELIEVE that there are Jesus and God. I adored Christmas Day because it’s the specialty day which I got to celebrate Jesus’s birth. But… is it His REAL DATE OF BIRTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I grew older and I began to understand more. I open my naked eyes to see things that I shouldn’t be looking at. I open my naked ears to listen conversations that it’s not my problems. I use my naked hands to touch things which are so dirty that it dirtied my hands. I sense through my naked nose and I smelled worst than rubbish perfume. I went through at time of disaster and I don’t want to go back where I started anymore. It’s freaking me out. It’s a nightmare for me. I started not to believe what I’m supposed to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be left alone. I want to go away for awhile and LOOK for my FAITH. I want to gain back my believes BUT… it has been so disappointing. I’m having emptiness though it’s supposed to be filled by Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a sermon just based on question of “WHY”. It touched me so deeply that I stopped asking WHYs. The pastor mentioned that if we keep on asking whys, there will never be an answer BUT the answer of WHYs. It will NOT END at all until you stop asking WHYs. It’s good sometimes to just not ask WHYs and you will have answers at the end which is faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But… recently the WHYs came back to me. I felt that life is going down hill and not up hill anymore. I’m left without any strength as I don’t feel any support at all. I’m drowning deep in the sea and it’s still drowning. I just want some one to just some day pick me up in a second and stop me from asking WHYs. But… the moment is not there yet and I’m still sinking deep into the sea. Is it because I dun believe that He is doing great for me that’s why I don’t will the support. OR I don’t really care about Him for not supporting me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, you all will just tell me the same answer. Believe Him and He will surely support you. Trust in Him and He will pick you up. I have to knock to get His attention. I have to ask, so He surely can help me in lightning speed. What’s the last one? Can’t remember…. Might just tell me where’s the verse came from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113629035309774708?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113629035309774708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113629035309774708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629035309774708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629035309774708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/believe-what-i-believe-in.html' title='~ Believe what I believe in ~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113629032021267763</id><published>2006-01-03T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:15:34.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ FAITH ? ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been such a disaster in Tawau, Sabah, Malaysia that I started to back-slide. I didn’t go to church at all and I don’t finish the whole book of Bible. I tried so hard to finish it but I never ended up doing it. Do I really have that kind of FAITH when I used to be having?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God touches my life when I needed him the most and not really sometimes. I believe that He knows what I want and He gave it to me. I asked him so many things and He still gives it to me without a reason. He provides every thing for my family and I till then. We must OBEY Him because we will be pleasing Him. He has the every LOVE which every one has been seeking for. But… is it going to be every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, in another hand, ask for what He wants and expects highly from ‘us’. He wants ‘us’ to know Him and let other people to know Him as well. He wants ‘us’ to give our LOVE to Him truly. His jealous when we don’t NEED Him. He can be full of anger when people threaten His children badly in this world. But… I don’t think he kept His earlier promises in the Old Testament anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember there’s this story about Noah who built a boat to put a pair of animals and his children in it because God is going to flood that town as there are lots of sinners with sinful things happening. After more than 1 year, the land dried up and Noah built an altar for God and sacrificed the animals to be approved for that cleanliness of land. In Genesis 8:21-22 showed: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘And the Lord was pleased with the sacrifice and said to himself, “I will never again curse the earth, destroying all living things, even though people’s thoughts and actions are bent toward evil from childhood. As long as the earth remains, there will be springtime and harvest, cold and heat, winter and summer, day and night.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember again after the flood, God created a ‘RAINBOW’ to keep his promise in Genesis 9:11-17 showed: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘I solemnly promise never to send another flood to kill all living creatures and destroy the earth.” And God said, “I am giving you a sign as evidence of my eternal covenant with you and all living creatures. I have placed my rainbow in the clouds. It is a sign of my permanent promise to you and to all the earth. When I send clouds over the earth, the rainbow will be seen in the clouds, and I will remember my covenant with you and with everything that lives. Never again will there be a flood that will destroy all life. When I see the rainbow in the clouds, I will remember the eternal covenant between God and every living creature on earth.” Then God said to Noah, “Yes, this is the sign of my covenant with all the creatures of the earth.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happen to the latest earth disaster in December 26, 2004? A Tsunami disaster that have killed more than 5 thousand people in Acheh, Phuket, Sri Lanka and others. Is this call a RAINBOW PROMISE to the creatures of the earth? Whoever is the writer of Genesis – I don’t think you made a good choice of putting it as God did not PROMISE what he has said earlier on. Don’t ask me to read Revelation as it’s the world most unbelievable DISASTER. It’s the END OF THE WORLD for every one. But… why God wants to create human at first? Is He so lonely that He needs a human being to accompany Him? Is He wise enough to give Adam a WIFE? Then isn’t he lonely and angry when Adam and Eve didn’t OBEY His word of wisdom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing this religious angry blog because I want to really ask God one simply question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HEAVEN YOU WANT FROM ME? I’m sick with this life and You trying to test my faith every day. It’s enough for me, I’m darn done with this life. THIS LIFE IS NOT MINE, IT’S YOURS. You OWNED me… I’m back-sliding and I feel sick and angry with You because You are trying to gain me back as I’m more to the DEVIL’S SIDE. I HATE PROMISES of what YOU HAVE MADE for my family and me to make it HAPPEN FOR SUCH A LONG PERIOD OF TIME. You have ruined my family’s life and mine as well. All because it started off with money and You are still trying to TEST US for it. I’m not into you anymore and I’m SO SORRY TO DO THIS TO YOU But… I HATE THIS LIFE, ENOUGH OF ME and ENOUGH OF YOU! I HATED TO SACRIFICE MY LOVE to the people I LOVE and to the animal I HAVE GIVEN LOVE TO. YOU WIN and I lost. Go ahead, deal with my life when I die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113629032021267763?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113629032021267763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113629032021267763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629032021267763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629032021267763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/faith.html' title='~ FAITH ? ~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113629005830129283</id><published>2006-01-03T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:55:58.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>~ Magnetic Pull ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;              Magnet therapy is the latest of the ancient healing arts to gain in popularity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to those in the know, more people are using magnets to heal chronic illnesess. By placing a tiny magnet at a strategic point on their body, many have found that the condition rights itself or is greatly relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnet therapy is the latest of the ancient healing arts to gain in popularity, and is being hailed as a completely natural healing tool which is highly effective and which has no adverse side-effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists around the world are now intensively researching the therapy, and magnets are being used to treat complaints as diverse as head colds and rheumatism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnets are also being used to relieve pain, increase metabolic activity and reduce stress and even nervous problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More recently, doctors at Imperial College, London have found that magnet therapy may help people with spinal cord injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An electromagnet was placed on the scalp of people with partial damage to their spinal cord. It generated brief magnetic pulses that stimulated the part of the brain called the cerebral cortex. This, in turn, led to improved muscles and limb movement, and increased ability to feel sensations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mysterious leanings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenya-born Bhati Vyas – the celebrated alternative therapist who helped pioneer the magnetic approach, and whose clients at her clinic in Mayfair, London include Cherie Blair, Mariah Carey, Ralph Fiennes, Belinda Carlisle and Sophie Dahl – says: “It started in India and dates back at least 3,000 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The red dot that some Indian women wear on their foreheads was originally made with a small amount of magnetic powder. The idea was that you placed the dot on an important nerve point between the eyes, and it worked to calm down the brain – and keep you beautiful because it reduced stress and tension.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnet therapy, she says, works mainly at the prevention level because anything magnetic is immediately attracted to iron – a major constituent of red blood corpuscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The first things magnets do is to start working on the circulatory system. They have the effect of refining the blood and, when you do this, the whole system can start speeding up, and disposing of waste and toxic matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Very many chronic health problems are due to a sluggish circulation. Magnets act to remove sluggishness so that you soon start to feel better. Some diabetics using magnet therapy have found they could halve their insulin intake.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers have found that you can give ordinary water therapeutic qualities by magnetizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says Bhati, “For this, you just put a small magnet each side of a bottle of water, leave it for about 15 hours, then drink it. Drinking magnetized water helps with constipation and cellulite – both indications of a sluggish circulation.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists at the University of Tubigen, Germany, are helping tinnitus sufferers by jamming the brain’s electrical activity with high-frequency magnetic therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of 14 patients who had suffered with chronic tinnitus for a t least a year, eight had measurable tinnitus relief, ranging from slight to complete suppression of the constant “ringing” sound in the ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As magnets have both a North and a South pole, they can be used either for revitalizing or relaxation. Some doctors prefer only North pole, whereas others prefer South pole for treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his book The Anatomy of Bio-Magnetism, the late American Dr. Albert Roy Davis (often called the grandfather of healing magnetism) revealed that North and South poles of magnets emit different energies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The North, he said, was most helpful in, among other things, arthritis, broken bones, burns, some cancers, kidney infection, teeth and gums, and toothache. The South, on the other hand, seemed to work best on all kinds of pains, prostate enlargement, poor digestion and weak muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he pointed out that combinations of both North and South pole magnets give good results as well, although for local applications a single pole magnet is sufficient. In general applications, it is better to use both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the well-known magnet therapy devoted are Bill Clinton, Anthony Hopkins and up-and-coming actress Naomi Harris, who is appearing alongside Pierce Brosnan, Salma Hayek and Woody Harrelson in After the Sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 27-year-old actress suffers from more acute period pain than most women because she has a condition known as polycystic ovarian syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I knew that unless I found a way of dealing with my periods, I couldn’t meet the growing number of grueling film schedules that were being offered,” she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was suggested I try a magnet, s I did. It’s about the size of a small coin and it clips on to my underwear to sit over the uterus. I was very doubtful because there was no way I could see how lumps of metal could possibly cure such a medical condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain, pain go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I started using it during the middle of a particularly painful period and found that within a few days the pain simple disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was like a miracle. Now I don’t have to turn down marvelous roles that are being offered.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors are quick to point out that magnets themselves don’t heal anything – they simply stimulate the body to heal itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one doctor put it, “Magnetism is a natural event. It is neither magic nor medicine. It merely allows body cells to exist at their best level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In recent years, developments in healing through magnetic therapies have increased dramatically. They have become an overnight attraction in the medical world. Their powerful effect in banishing plain from thousands of patients is being hailed as a major breakthrough. Their use is no longer being sneered at by medical experts.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnets have long been recognized therapeutic tools in the equine industry and now there are many magnetic therapy products for people – everything from magnetic sleep pads (to help cure insomnia), to individual magnets (clip-on or to be worn with straps) for placement on injuries and conditions of all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human body is endowed with natural healing powers. As Hippocrates, the father of modern medicine once said, “Nature cures; not the physician.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, as more and more are discovering, magnifying that healing energy with magnets applied to the injured area, can greatly boost the body’s natural healing powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © Joan Krzys at 20/02/2005 Herald Sun Newspaper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113629005830129283?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113629005830129283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113629005830129283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629005830129283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113629005830129283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/magnetic-pull.html' title='~ Magnetic Pull ~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113628996535943754</id><published>2006-01-03T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:55:58.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>~ Vinegar – “Nature’s Secret Weapon” ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You’ll find vinegar in just about every kitchen in the country – but most of us only ever use it on chips or as a salad dressing. Did you know there are hundreds of other uses for vinegar around the home and as a traditional remedy. If you thought vinegar was just for salad dressing.. then you’re in for a big surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vinegar – nature’s secret weapon” is a new book with over 325 tried and tested uses of vinegar. For example, did you realize that you can use vinegar to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Polish the chrome on your car&lt;br /&gt;2. Soothe tired and aching feet&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean work surfaces, mirrors and glass&lt;br /&gt;4. Repair scratches in wood&lt;br /&gt;5. Relieve headaches&lt;br /&gt;6. Whiten whites, brighten colors and fade sweat stains&lt;br /&gt;7. Lift painful corns and calluses&lt;br /&gt;8. Clear embarrassing dandruff&lt;br /&gt;9. Ease the pain of insect bites&lt;br /&gt;10. Help treat burns&lt;br /&gt;11. Help fade age spots&lt;br /&gt;12. Prevent infections&lt;br /&gt;13. Ease nausea and stomach upset&lt;br /&gt;14. Relieve coughs and tickly throats&lt;br /&gt;15. Cure hiccups – fast&lt;br /&gt;16. Relieve a sore throat&lt;br /&gt;17. Guard against food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;18. Disinfect almost anything – it’s used in many hospitals&lt;br /&gt;19. Lift stains on carpets&lt;br /&gt;20. Remove ink stains&lt;br /&gt;21. Soothe painful sunburn&lt;br /&gt;22. Clean brass, copper and pewter&lt;br /&gt;23. Banish unpleasant odors&lt;br /&gt;24. Dissolve chewing gum&lt;br /&gt;25. And much, much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 325 different uses in total. But that’s not all. Vinegar also has two very powerful natural allies – Honey and Garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey and Garlic too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a special bonus and for a limited time only, we have included two completely free sections to the Vinegar book – so, not only do you get a Vinegar book, but you also get a Honey book and Garlic book too – that’s three of nature’s secret weapons all for just $24.95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll learn simple, yet effective home remedies using honey and garlic – alone or mixed with vinegar and at a fraction of what you’d pay for commercially prepared products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the amazing health secrets you’ll discover within the special honey and garlic BONUS sections of “Vinegar, Honey &amp;amp; Garlic - nature’s secret weapons”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to prepare this easy poultice for painful joints&lt;br /&gt;2. A simple drink to ease muscle pain fast!&lt;br /&gt;3. Prevent burns from scarring&lt;br /&gt;4. A tasty recipe to keep your cholesterol low&lt;br /&gt;5. Heal that cold sore fast&lt;br /&gt;6. A morning treat that could ease the discomfort of asthma&lt;br /&gt;7. Learn to prepare this ancient Indian broth for blood pressure&lt;br /&gt;8. This delicious tea could add sparkle to your sex life&lt;br /&gt;9. Need to lose weight? Here’s a tasty brew that will help&lt;br /&gt;10. Stop toothache quickly with this natural plain relieving tip&lt;br /&gt;11. This Russian folk remedy for colds works like a charm&lt;br /&gt;12. Clear sports and blemishes fast&lt;br /&gt;13. Ease gas and indigestion fast&lt;br /&gt;14. Learn how to combat the flu&lt;br /&gt;15. Plus much more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © Herald Sun at 20/02/2005 Herald Sun Newspaper&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113628996535943754?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113628996535943754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113628996535943754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113628996535943754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113628996535943754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/vinegar-natures-secret-weapon.html' title='~ Vinegar – “Nature’s Secret Weapon” ~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113628975710501513</id><published>2006-01-03T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:55:58.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>~ 20 Ways to Make the World Better ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1.      Be more romantic. Use candlelight more often, even if you’re alone and taking a bath, or over dinner. You’ll help save world energy and slow down the greenhouse effect. Of course, if you can find a friend to share that bath you get extra points for water conservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.      Investing in the conservation, restoration and protection of the environment is the best and most profitable investment we can make for the whole world, says Dr. Ron Nielsen, author of The Little Green Handbook (Scribe). Next time you’re celebrating a special event, or someone you know is having a birthday, call Sydney’s Trees for Life and they’ll arrange for a native Australian tree to be planted to commemorate the occasion. Call 1300 880 804 or go to &lt;a href="http://www.treesforlife.net.au/" target="_new"&gt;www.treesforlife.net.au&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or take part in the annual Plant a Tree Day organized nationally by Planet Ark on July 31, 2005. Last year more the 220,000 volunteers helped plant a million native trees at 3000 sites Australia-wide.&lt;br /&gt;3.      Think before you buy a bottle of herbicide or a chemical cleaning product. It’s estimated that there are more than 100,000 kinds of synthetic chemicals in use and that between 200 and 1000 new chemicals are being added each year. But natural pesticides and cleaners are becoming increasingly trendy so you’ll find more attractive options in homewares and gardening shops. Try Jackie French’s Organic Gardening in Australia (Reed) for suggestions on natural pesticides and check out &lt;a href="http://www.goldenglow.com.au/" target="_new"&gt;www.goldenglow.com.au&lt;/a&gt; for a natural dish liquid that won’t leave toxic residue on your dishes, or in waterways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.      Genetically modified foods like corn, soybeans and cotton carry genetic material that enables them to survive dousing with the lethal pesticide Roundup (and yet are still served up to us). Of course their effects on the environment are also unknown. If you’d like to protest about GM food, join Greenpeace’s True Food Network, &lt;a href="http://www.greenpeace.org.au/truefood" target="_new"&gt;www.greenpeace.org.au/truefood&lt;/a&gt;. Meanwhile, buy organic food whenever you can afford it. You’ll be helping support a healthier environment and getting less toxins in your diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.      Want to make a big difference in your community? Meals on Wheels always need volunteers to deliver meals to the elderly. Contact your local council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.      Watch more funny movies, read more funny books and laugh more. The world needs more laughter. The bonus: you’ll strengthen your immune system, exercise your internal organs and be invited to more places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.      Make a difference in someone’s life for only $35 a month. For that amount you can sponsor a child in El Salvador, India, Bangladesh or other third world countries through Plan International. You’ll receive photos and letters from your sponsor child or their family so you can keep track of their progress. And you’ll feel good! Go to &lt;a href="http://www.plan-international.org/" target="_new"&gt;www.plan-international.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.      Get fit, have fun, and help keep the air clean: get a bicycle, a pair of rollerblades or a scooter. Go everywhere you can on it. It’s more fun than joining a gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.      Love animals but don’t have room for a permanent pet? In NSW,  you can do volunteer work for WIRES, an organization that assists in the rescue, rehabilitation and release of native wildlife. You can either train for foster caring or help with fundraising and administration. Visit &lt;a href="http://www.wires.org.au/" target="_new"&gt;www.wires.org.au&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Don’t help turn the world into a rubbish heap. Use airtight containers instead of wrap or foil, recycle bottles, paper, aluminums, plastic and more, avoid disposable items like paper cups or napkins, take your own shopping bad to the supermarket and don’t throw waste down sinks and toilets. Millions of tones of sewage is dumped in the sea each year, killing wildlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Collect rainwater and use it to help grow your own veggies or herbs for maximum taste and freshness (and impress your friends with your green thumb). If you live in an apartment, you can grow tomatoes, mint, coriander and more in pots. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.greenharvest..com.au/" target="_new"&gt;www.greenharvest..com.au&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  If you want a friend for the next decade, rescue a dog from the pound. Numerous international studies also show pet owners have lower stress levels. Contact the RSPCA in your area for viewing times and price guidelines (generally you’ll pay $200 to $250 to cover desexing and microchipping).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Got the Christian bug? Youth with a Mission sends young people around the world to help the disadvantaged and preach the gospel. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.ywam.org/" target="_new"&gt;www.ywam.org&lt;/a&gt;. Not religious? Find volunteer opportunities at &lt;a href="http://www.govolunteer.com.au/" target="_new"&gt;www.govolunteer.com.au&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Eat less beef. It may help you lose weight and you’ll reduce the amount of land cleared for cattle. For more information visit &lt;a href="http://www.earthsave.org/" target="_new"&gt;www.earthsave.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  Get on top of your fashion mistakes and feel good doing it. Clean out your wardrobe and donate clothes to a charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Help someone in Africa enjoy clean water. Pump Aid installs simple, cheap and effective handpowered water pumps, transforming the lives of some of the poorest people in Zimbabwe. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.pumpaid.org/" target="_new"&gt;www.pumpaid.org&lt;/a&gt; to make a donation. While you’re at it, don’t forget to filter your own water so it’s delicious and chemical free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  When you’re shopping for a computer, fax machine, scanner or printer, look for the Energy Star Label. It guarantees that the model minimizes power consumption – for example, by switching into a “sleep” mode after a set time. For information on the scheme visit &lt;a href="http://www.energystar.gov.au/" target="_new"&gt;www.energystar.gov.au&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  Make &lt;a href="http://www.thehungersite.com/" target="_new"&gt;www.thehungersite.com&lt;/a&gt; your start page. Thanks to the sponsors involved, every time you click on it, you help feed a third world child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  Do the simple things: buy free-range eggs, avoid fancy packaging, fix your leaky taps, don’t leave the television on standby… making the world a better place doesn’t always have to involve tough action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  Save paper and spread the world about the fact that every one has the power to make a difference to their own health and happiness as well as the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © Herald Sun at 20/02/2005 Herald Sun Newspaper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113628975710501513?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113628975710501513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113628975710501513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113628975710501513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113628975710501513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/20-ways-to-make-world-better.html' title='~ 20 Ways to Make the World Better ~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113628971382707796</id><published>2006-01-03T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:17:34.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Customer’s Weird Behaviours ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since a year I stopped working as waitress and I thought I’ll never do it again. Just imagine of what I said last time turned out NOT TRUE for this time. Basically, I enjoy myself working as one. I got to communicate with lots of strangers and it’s just COOL. I just LOVE it. Thanks to my brother, Kenny Tan persuaded me to work with his old boss which was a half good and half bad experience. It’s a long story, not interested to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m now working in a new restaurant called GALANGAL RESTAURAT at Andrew St., Mt. Waverly just off Highbury Road next to the Horizon Petrol Station. Tuesdays and Thursday are my shift but I do come in for Fridays. I’m just a back-up lady boss when she wants me. I sounded like something else… Hrmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought today won’t be busy as its Tuesday (22/02/2005) and I got lots of rest. I ended up day-dreaming the wrong idea. Eventually, we have full house which can accommodate 30 people and plus 2 more tables which total up with 34 people tonight. Yes, it’s seriously a lot of customers tonight. Only I’m the only girl hired waitress with the help of my lady boss being a waitress and kitchen hand at the same time. My lady boss has very good food presentation; I love the DESSERTS a lot. Hrmmm.. I haven’t tried one yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there’s a Chinese family came in without reservations and it’s like coming as a gangster style. I don’t like the feel of the wind, it’s so chilly. Well, they gave me the impression of I just want to eat and I don’t freaking care of you at all. I’m like: WOW! This is going to be a tough table to take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up can’t remember the new dish menu and I was struggling myself remembering most of the dressings which my lady boss didn’t remind me again while introducing. It’s a freaking embarrassment to me. So, I didn’t expect that the ‘AUNTIE’ will laugh so happily of my freaking mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s another lady at the same table which might be a wee bit older than I am acted like she’s paying for the meal. Don’t have to freaking show off your FCUKING AUSSIE slang to me while you are freaking CHINESE as well. I do know AUSSIE SLANG… Don’t have to make me a FREAKING DUMB ASS. Ordering me around impolite manners are way too much, she spoke too much of wanting this and that while I have 2 customers to attend at the same time. Don’t fool around with my memory… I can memorize things well in just a second. By showing her off of ME, I do whatever that B1Atch want me to do. Just to FREAKING SHUT HER MOUTH UP. I’m happy to make her hurt, and I don’t mind since she’s not paying but her whatsoever dad or uncle is doing the payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, you see me. Better be respectful and act in good manners because even the locals pay respect to us as waitresses / waitress. Don’t forget that important part or else you will get it from me. I’m not joking with you this time. Just warning you and every one will go home happy if it’s a good manner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113628971382707796?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113628971382707796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113628971382707796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113628971382707796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113628971382707796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/customers-weird-behaviours.html' title='~ Customer’s Weird Behaviours ~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113628966856226857</id><published>2006-01-03T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:55:58.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>~ Red, Red, Fun ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When is a green book not a green book?&lt;br /&gt;When it is red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is red and goes up and down?&lt;br /&gt;A tomato in an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is red and white on the outside and grey on the inside?&lt;br /&gt;An inside-out elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the tomato say to the tomato behind hijm?&lt;br /&gt;“Ketchup!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s big and red and eats rocks?&lt;br /&gt;A big, red rock eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s big and red and eats sand?&lt;br /&gt;A big, red rock-eater on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are at least 5.5 million red blood cells in each cubic millimeter of blood. Red blood cells get their color from hemoglobin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangled tongue-twisters-&lt;br /&gt;Say these three times, fast speed: RED LORRY, YELLOW LORRY, RED LORRY, YELLOW LORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR RED RIDING HOOD AND ROBIN HOOD RIDE RIGHT THROUGH THE RIVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heat will have beaten two and a half billion times by the age of 70. Women’s hearts beat faster than men’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The primary colors are red, yellow and blue. By mixing thee, any other color can be mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People born on a Sunday in Thailand traditionally wear the color red. They believe it will bring them good fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red in China usually means good luck. Paper-cuts are popular for Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red means strength, courage and energy. Color is produced when light strikes an object and reflects back in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples are an excellent source of Vitamin C and fiber. You can also eat dried apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some red fruits can help guard you against serious health problems:&lt;br /&gt;Ø Cherries help you sleep better.&lt;br /&gt;Ø Cranberries work against plaque on your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Ø Strawberries and raspberries help your brain as you get older.&lt;br /&gt;Ø Watermelon, like tomatoes, contains lycopene, which acts against cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © Herald Sun @ 19/02/2005 Herald Sun Newspaper&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113628966856226857?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113628966856226857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113628966856226857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113628966856226857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113628966856226857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/red-red-fun.html' title='~ Red, Red, Fun ~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113628955161135800</id><published>2006-01-03T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:55:58.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>~ Goods from Herald Sun Newspaper ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~ Dogs Hop To It ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOGS in the Northern Territory of Australia are getting “high” on cane toads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs were licking the toads’ back and becoming addicted to the hallucinogenic poison, NT vet Megan Pickering said yesterday (18/02/2005).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have had quite a number of cases of dogs that are getting addicted to the toxin,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © Herald Sun @ 19/02/2005 Herald Sun Newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Warning On Xbox ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XBOX owners are being urged to stop using their machines after the discovery of a fault that has resulted in some consoles bursting into flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recall notice issued by Microsoft warns almost one in 10,000 consoles may be fire hazards and the fault is in the power cord. In 30 consoles worldwide, it has caused minor injury or property damage. In seven cases, customers sustained minor burns to hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © Herald Sun @ 19/02/2005 Herald Sun Newspaper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113628955161135800?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113628955161135800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113628955161135800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113628955161135800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113628955161135800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/goods-from-herald-sun-newspaper.html' title='~ Goods from Herald Sun Newspaper ~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113628950476044466</id><published>2006-01-03T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:55:58.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>~ No, Fuck You ~written by David Benioff, from his novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Monty walks into the bathroom. He looks in the mirror. In the bottom corner, someone's written Fuck You!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monty: Yeah, fuck you, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monty's Reflection: Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Imclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermés scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Naturel Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monty: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and then you threw it away, you dumb fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He takes a breath and tries to rub away the words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos and much thanks go to Adam for this monologue, it is very much appreciated. Adam would like to thank Dr. Madow and Randi and Harry for their help with various corrections. I would also like to thank Dearsey and Peter for sending me a few additional corrections to this much-viewed (I'm sure) monologue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © David Benioff @ &lt;a href="http://www.whysanity.net/monos/25th.html" target="_new"&gt;http://www.whysanity.net/monos/25th.html&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/20261982-113628950476044466?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113628950476044466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113628950476044466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113628950476044466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113628950476044466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-fuck-you-written-by-david-benioff.html' title='~ No, Fuck You ~written by David Benioff, from his novel'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113628938083757416</id><published>2006-01-02T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:11:22.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ House Cleaning Season ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How many times do you clean the whole house in a day? Do you clean it by once a week, or once a month, or once every six months or in a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let say, it’s a two-storey house and there are lots of itsy bitsy tiny winy spots that you have to use sponge to clean it especially the toilet bowl. How long can you stand it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been cleaning up the toilet bowls since I was in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia renting a room with no attach toilet / shower rooms. Basically, it is a public toilet. Since it’s so dirty, why no just clean it up for my sake to sit on it and have the feeling of RELAXATION… I wonder how many people can do it. I think you can say that I’m crazy or whatsoever for cleaning the public toilet. It’s just ME and I like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think of ‘something else’. Are you thinking of what I am thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really feels GOOD when it’s CLEAN and it feels TERRIBLE when it’s NOT clean at all. I wonder how people can stand the dirtiness. Anyway, I’m cleaning this house bit by bit since my housemates are not here. I have the freedom of cleaning my own so-called: “ADRIANA STYLE”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as it’s clean – I’m HAPPY! Hrmm… it seriously feels GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113628938083757416?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113628938083757416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113628938083757416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113628938083757416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113628938083757416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/house-cleaning-season.html' title='~ House Cleaning Season ~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113618539441550539</id><published>2006-01-02T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:55:58.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>...Virginity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It all started again when one of the girls I met said that she was ‘HOT’ in a classroom with no freaking fans at all but an old air-con working quite well for all of us. I was there knowing the temperature today is 34 degrees MAX which I should stay home. And yet I was there watching or you can call it observing her words – thinking that the university should build fans for the old classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the girl said she’s ‘HOT’ with the next sentence followed with: I’m damn having a period, ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, this is cute conversation. I always thought that I’m the only one can scream that kind of sentences out publicly, and now I found another match doing the same thing. Well, it’s kind of embarrassment for ladies but who cares… we’re in the 21st Century and not like the olden days anymore whom we, ladies have to be ladylike all the time in front of gentlemen. What? Gentlemen… hopefully outside there still have this kind of bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, this male friend of ours twisted our mind and asked us: By wearing a tampon can loose your virginity, isn’t it? Cause it puffs as it grows bigger, won’ it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is seriously a good finding for all of us – ladies, which we have to know and teach the males to know about this or our children – if you ever think of having one in the future. Hrmmm…???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traditional definition of ‘VIRGIN’ means when you have no intercourse with the opposite sex at all. Basically, it’s not true as it only lies as a physical issue. There are many ways you can just damage the hymen by doing extreme stretched like the Ballerinas or tore your hymen while doing extreme exercises like riding bicycles on bumpy roads, horseback riding, or you are born with a tiny or non-existent hymen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, YOU ARE NO LONGER a VIRGIN. Saddest story but it’s true. Don’t believe, go check out this URL: &lt;a href="http://www.io.com/~wwwomen/sexuality/virginity.html" target="_new"&gt;http://www.io.com/~wwwomen/sexuality/virginity.html&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.pamf.org/teen/sex/virginity/defining.html" target="_new"&gt;http://www.pamf.org/teen/sex/virginity/defining.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it now? Feeling better or you REALLY understand the whole concept of ‘V’ now? Well, sometimes it is not your fault to loose your ‘V’ so early because your parents might just want you to do something talented to make you more talented for your future. Then blame them or might as well TALK to them, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever have a boyfriend who asks you: Why you did not bleed? Straight away dump him and find another guy that doesn’t care about ‘V’ but to enjoy you and sex. Remember, it’s your duty to take control of your emotions and not them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you pledge to keep your ‘V’, believe me, virginity studies found out those 16 / 17 years old high school girls already saying BIG BYE-BYEs to theirs. Check out this website: &lt;a href="http://archives.cnn.com/2001/HEALTH/children/01/04/virginity.study/" target="_new"&gt;http://archives.cnn.com/2001/HEALTH/children/01/04/virginity.study/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s truly the SADDEST thing to loose your ‘V’ pledge before your marriage and your partner – males would always LOVE to be the FIRST LOVER of yours. How can you ever resist the temptations of the Barbarians when negative &amp; positive touches each other and went “KA-BOOM” that night with full of LOVE or should say it’s just SEX. And yes believe me that Dutch babes have sex younger than men for their freaking FIRST TIME by the age of 16. Don’t believe it, go to this website: &lt;a href="http://www.expatica.com/source/site_article.asp?subchannel_id=19&amp;amp;story_id=2752" target="_new"&gt;http://www.expatica.com/source/site_article.asp?subchannel_id=19&amp;story_id=2752&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I found a better way to have a young ‘V’ back to you, oh crapz, not the counseling. This is much better; check it out, the VIRGIN CREAM… &lt;a href="http://www.nkmedicals.com/virgin/virgin.html" target="_new"&gt;http://www.nkmedicals.com/virgin/virgin.html&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/20261982-113618539441550539?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113618539441550539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113618539441550539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113618539441550539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113618539441550539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/virginity.html' title='...Virginity...'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113618520715361489</id><published>2006-01-02T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:04:18.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Ugly &amp; the Beast - A Wedding Made In Hell ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Check it out... This is the COOLEST BLOG that babe has written. Recommended by me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those not in the loop, on February 10th 2005, Prince Charles a.k.a. Prince of Wales a.k.a. That Ugly Man With Monkey Ears announced to the world that he would, after all, be marrying long-time lover Camillia Parker Bowels … I mean Bowles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, finally a wedding worth remembering. Everytime I hear bout a high-profile wedding, it’s either a troll-like husband tying the knot with a trophy wife or a good-lookin’ guy endin’ up with a butt ugly missus. For the first time ever, we get to see a fairytale mix-n-match of what would be the equivalent of the Beast (from ‘Beauty and the Beast’) marrying the Frog (from ‘The Princess and the Frog’). Which one is which? Doesn’t matter. I’m just wondering how their first child will look like. God have mercy on his/her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this had been a long time coming. Apparently, our love-struck mutts first set eyes on each other in a polo match way back in 1970. Not even his glamorous wedding to Princess Diana in 1981 could douse his true feelings for that walking leather-bag. Well, I hear some of you accusing me of jumping-the-gun. That it’s wrong to simply draw conclusions coz we don’t really know what he actually feels. Alright, I’ll be fair and put myself in his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see. Here I am, the Prince of Wales. Soon-to-be King of England. Ruler of my country once my mum kicks the bucket. I’m butt-ugly. I got ears that would make Jumbo shy and possess all the personality of a bucket of shit. No girl in their right mind would take a second look at me unless it’s out of pity / shock / lookin’ at my personal wealth. Here comes this magnificient, beautiful, young girl who steals the heart of a nation. She’s got a heart of gold, she’s soft-spoken and becomes the People’s Princess. Best of all, she adores me. Truly loves me. I must’ve been a Saint in my past life for this stroke of luck. So what do I do? Throw it all away. Ignore Diana. Make her unhappy. Keep meeting up with that human Halloween mask and drive Diana into the arms of other men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, not only does he look retarded, he actually MUST be retarded to be doing what he’s been doing all this while. Let’s forget all his past ridiculous comments in the Press. Let’s forget all his other red-faced inducing public moments. This HAS to be the mother-of-all-cockups in the life of Prince Charles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has to be some explanation. Perhaps Camillia is the last of the Pagan Witches of Stonehenge and she’s put a Reverse Perception Curse on him. A curse that makes her look like Britney Spears in his eyes. Perhaps she was one of his many flings in his past who ACTUALLY has some discriminating, damning evidence about his sexual escapades. Perhaps she secretly videotaped him enjoying the Golden Shower that’s all the rage in most perverted parts of Japan. Perhaps this has been the world’s most elaborate hoax for a reality show ever. Maybe they secretly tape all our disgusted / shocked reactions and on the ‘supposed’ wedding day, Fox Network or BBC will come out laughing and say, you’ve been Royally Punk’d and clips of an entire nation’s surprise will be shown 24/7 on the TV in the government’s bid to show how susceptible the common folk are to deception. Whatever it is, it is unnatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only people who would be lapping up every minute of it (with the exception of Charles &amp;amp; Cam) would be conspiracy theorists and fans of twist-ending movies (i.e. ME). I’ve already heard lots of theories claiming that Charles was behind Princess Di’s fatal car crash. Some even claimed that is was with the Royal Family’s backing. Now comes MY version of the twist: it was Camillia all along! Working her way using Charles as the puppet, she is slowly ticking off the Royal Family one by one. Maybe she’s also the one secretly brainwashing Harry to turn into a hooligan and William into a faggot. After the whole family is in turmoil, she will stand there laughing like a maniac for single-handedly bringing down the British empire. Probably all this spurned from a childhood vendetta after her uncle / cousin / grandfather was sacked as a royal butler? We will never know. Let’s hope the story doesn’t end at the wedding. Come on, give us MORE twists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never hear from me again, it means that the MI 6 has gotten to me. I would be under torture for spreading malicious lies and detained for sedition. Oopz, I forgot I’m no more in Malaysia. And if the agents here do stumble upon this article, they’d probably buy me a pint for the accurate analysis of their soon-to-be ruler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted by YU JIAN at &lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://ilovedags.blogspot.com/2005/02/ugly-beast-wedding-made-in-hell.html" target="_new"&gt;2/11/2005 03:20:00 PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © Ong Yu Jian @ &lt;a href="http://www.ilovedags.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;http://www.ilovedags.blogspot.com/&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/20261982-113618520715361489?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113618520715361489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113618520715361489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113618520715361489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113618520715361489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/ugly-beast-wedding-made-in-hell.html' title='~ Ugly &amp; the Beast - A Wedding Made In Hell ~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113618451104177063</id><published>2006-01-02T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:56:52.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>~Yat Gong Gong, Yi Gong Gong, Sam - where's MY ang pao!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, Gong Hei Fat Choi / Gong Xi Fa Chai / Happy Chinese New Year / Selamat Tahun Baru Cina / Gong Hi Fat Choi / Giueng He Fat Chai...others - I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'm FREAKING SORRY! Not calling people back in KL / TWU (Sabah) cause I'm freaking busy with my family...no heart to go out with anyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, am working part-time with uni. So no time to sms / msg / call people...Actually, I'm just lazy to call and go out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4thly, checkout my Friendster.com - errr...what address to add me - this it is - adrianalynn_al@hotmail.com. To see what the darn festivals I want to go. Call me la... Me last year in Melbourne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5thly, I don't really use multiply. So, don't check on me... me no freaking Multiply Maniac now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I want to go UK....for holiday and do something useful there and come back to Malaysia to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.. End of my report.. Check out my Friendster.com instead. I got Hi5.. but I don't use either... hehehe.. Chao people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113618451104177063?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113618451104177063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113618451104177063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113618451104177063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113618451104177063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2006/01/yat-gong-gong-yi-gong-gong-sam-wheres.html' title='~Yat Gong Gong, Yi Gong Gong, Sam - where&apos;s MY ang pao!~'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113594955078138221</id><published>2005-12-30T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:53:22.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><title type='text'>...Final Semester...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, results were out on the 3rd Dec 2004 but I only got to check it today. I was of course were in Terengganu for holiday and can't check mail as I don't dare to go out to the Internet Cafe. So, I waited till now only check the results which I went to Midvalley for shopping in the morning. Hahahhaa... Good release of tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crying over there worrying about the results in front of mom. Well, silly me crying very hard and no freaking idea what is my stupid results. Finally, a great release of damn freaking AIR..... I PASSED... I CAN FINALLY GRADUATE ALREADY. I'm DONE with DEGREE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah... I got another crazy degree to investigate as well and will take me 3 years. What the hell is wrong with me.. Am taking the Beautician course. Hahhaa.. None that I can take advance standing status for the Beautician course. Start from the basic still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I will call people tonight. Get my call, ok? Chao first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113594955078138221?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113594955078138221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113594955078138221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594955078138221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594955078138221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2005/12/final-semester.html' title='...Final Semester...'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113594937426055434</id><published>2005-12-30T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:51:59.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>...Terengganu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I am flying to Terengganu with my mom for a holiday back home (Actual home town is in Kuala Terengganu). Hehehe...until this Sunday. I wonder how this place is going to be since I left for such a long time and now it's under the great care of UMNO. What's the full name of the UMNO... no IDEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going to buy lots of cheap stuff and EAT again. Ok, I am coming back for good. Why am I still doing it like that? Cause when I start studying BEAUTICIAN course. Me can't eat that much and not simply eat this and that. Every thing has to be reduce and guess what... How is a Beautician going to be beautiful if she eats so much until it's BIG SIZE....especially me. Belieave me, I think they are going to ask me for slimming course ready in a week time.This is going to kill me soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, leaving today at night and going to KLCC later with mom and brother's girlfriend. Yupe, go to Genki Sushi and eat. Hahahaha.. See ya then. Another few days time, am going to check my results for last semester. Hope I can PASSS... and get rid of the DEGREEE lifeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113594937426055434?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113594937426055434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113594937426055434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594937426055434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594937426055434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2005/12/terengganu.html' title='...Terengganu...'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113594924418707676</id><published>2005-12-30T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:45:13.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Back 4 gooD...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, it's true that I can eventually change my mind when I want to. Believe me that am coming back for good. What am I going to do when am back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, am waiting for my results. If I pass everything, I'll be going back to OZ for graduation in March/April 2005. Send my Son and other stuff back home for good. Applying for the Permanent Residence if it's ok. Then, come back home to study "BEAUTICIAN". Yupe, studying Beautician course and not continuing my Postgraduate at all until I earn my own money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, still in KL and my dad is back to work as the operation is still in consideration. We have not actually make up our mind as a whole family. See how things go at this moment. That's all for now - just that am coming back for good for sure this time. Stay tune as I got lots of things to think about it. Some thing bad came up today. Got to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeyeyeyeyeyeee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113594924418707676?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113594924418707676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113594924418707676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594924418707676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594924418707676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-4-good.html' title='...Back 4 gooD...'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113594914017250471</id><published>2005-12-30T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:51:59.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>...me back in M'sia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okok... sorry for not calling you all when am back since a week ago. Have to be busy with my family first and then you all. Am in KL now and will be back to Sabah in mid-Dec. Damn, have to spend the Christmas Day and in the jungle watching the insects running around busy packing their food. I will be defnitely be FAT by then... Not really, cause my mom is going to cook less for me to eat and I have to be skinny as usual. Mommmmmmmyyyyyyyyy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been with my dad going to hospital most of the times and at home at night. That's all I did, unbelievable... Anyway, of course I did go for shopping but not much yet. Still got more to go. Hehhe. I just started off quarter only. No worriess....will go for more shopping when am back from Sabah before I go off to OZ. Hrmm.. Maybe and maybe not. Might change to somewhere else to study or maybe not study at all or maybe I HAVE NO IDEA. Still not making my mind straight enough these days when am back here with my parents. Well, yeh, of course I MISSED my damn SON. Miss his whitish fur and licking smell, his bad breath, his handsome face, his lovely sheep legs and his drumsticks, oh my goodness, I feel like cooking him and eat him up for goooooooodddddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, went to Genting Highlands yesterday. Guess what! It's so freaking boring cause I went up with my family and auntie's family as well cause her husband wants to go for CASINO. Wasting our time especially MINE. My goodness, don't know whether his here for holiday or ME. Anyway, will definitely go up with friends next time and not with family. I guess I can even go for a good play fun with my parents, they are too old for that. hehehe... No worries, my parents are jokers and darn they are in Singapore. For what? No idea as long as I know it's not for shopping. That's why I stay here in KL. Or else I'll be going off with them and have more shopping in Singapore. I don't think this time will be going to Singapore at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will definitely going up to Penang but still waiting for my friends to come back. Of course I have to take bus to go up, no car for myself and I have no idea what's the road to go up. Hehehe.. I'm damn lost in KL. Good thing I have a brother whose working over here and his girlfriend that can drive to most of the places. Oh yah, my bro = new gf, name is GRACE from Malacca. Hrmm.... how is she? She's not that bad, quite talkative. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, my mobile no. is +6016-6844813. Call me cause I don't know what's your no. Hahaha...I better go shower. It's late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113594914017250471?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113594914017250471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113594914017250471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594914017250471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594914017250471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-back-in-msia.html' title='...me back in M&apos;sia...'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113594890821355770</id><published>2005-12-30T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:45:27.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Oh well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have eventually moved out from that house and now living with Julia they all. Hrmmm, I wonder where am I going to put all my big stuff in this house??? Hahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today has been on and off raining which my friends and I have to stop here and there to wait for the rain to cool down. Yupe! It's cooling downnnnnn.. Hehehe.. Anyway, I siao already. So don't say am not totally siao today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm... finished my shower. Got nothing much to do now except to move the big stuff here tomorrow and see how things go. Cause we have another friend coming in soon to help me take care of my son. His stuff is going to move here. I think this house is the house that when people don't have place to stay, everyone will be here all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia's girl housemate is moving out and she's still searching for a place to to live in with her sister. Then, I'll be taking over her place when she move out. The actual story is like this. Better move in with people that I really familiar with rather than new ones. It's just plain stupid not moving in here earlier on. We'll see how things go on and on every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am using Julia's laptop to online and you all won't be seeing me much. What about my own laptop, some where downstairs in a box. I think that's it for today cause I still have big stuff to move. Nitezzz. Very tired today....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113594890821355770?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113594890821355770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113594890821355770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594890821355770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594890821355770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-well.html' title='...Oh well...'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113594876998385882</id><published>2005-12-30T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:45:48.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Certainly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hrmm.. what is so great about this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until that can make you more impossible bored than not doing anything at all when there are no stress around the area. Which I ended up still have a major group project still going on until 14th Nov 2004 in ASTOR THEATRE at Chapel St. Remember it's 14th Nov at Astor Theatre the door opens at 7pm. Buy a ticket worth $10 to watch 12 teams' short films which the movies starts at 8pm. After party at the Revolver (If the spelling is correct) - at Chapel St. Be there and have lots of fun with the 3rd year Deakin Students. You might not know who you can end up with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, oh yah! Moving house tomorrow afternoon which I have lots to pack up. Haven't finish packing up but will see how things go. Hrmm.. might be late to uni as I just came back home from late DINNER. Have been in uni since 2pm till 11pm. Well, I personally heard that the lecturer using swear word. Oh yah... FUCKING - this is the word that he taught me and my another group member! Hrmm.. I wonder how's my group member doing now??? Didn't get his call at all. You know what, I wonder if I ever report to the head of faculty, what will happen to him? Can't believe that he said that word and of course the usual OZ word - BUGGER - which this word is use in the movie Wimbledon. How extraordinary! What about your lecturers or tutors, did he/she swear in front of you? Did you ever tempt to make a report against he/she? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I just don't know what I want to say but I know I have not been here blogging for quite a long time. Since I'll be moving house tomorrow, I might not have the time to bla anything at all. Even I can online there by using their LapTops but I might watch more chinese movies. Hahaha.. I have to catch up more of it before I go back for a long holiday. I REALLY MISS MY JJ NOW, SO WORRIED ABOUT HIM. Don't feel like leaving him, don't want him to feel lonely. I just want to be there for him cause he seems to want me to be THERE for me. Hope that he can seriously get along with my friends. Hope that he won't get lonely. I'm so afraid that his not going to feel right, seriously hope that he won't get SICK. I LOVE him too MUCH until I don't want to leave him ALONE. His my BABE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better go to bed and sleep with my son. It's pass bed time for him causes he was waiting for me to come back home after my dinner. I better chaooo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113594876998385882?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113594876998385882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113594876998385882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594876998385882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594876998385882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2005/12/certainly.html' title='...Certainly...'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113594856073671547</id><published>2005-12-30T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:46:28.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...A fine day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last 2 days I went to bed after 3am, can't believe that I still haven't finish the assignment. So many things to read and cite with it as well. I can't believe that we can also use the lecture notes, readers, material and others to make it as citation thingy. At least, better than nothing. It's just that it's hard to understand the questions and do it as well. Limited words only till 1000 words. Yupe, three Questions and it'll ended up with 3000 words. 10 marks for each question which we only can choose three out of six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went to uni early in the morning around 10.30am. Todd was late and there are not many people in the uni editing. I think am going to see most of them on Monday. Exams are coming up this Monday onwards for 2 weeks, I guess. Not having exams, so am not sure about it. I just know that I have another 2 more weeks, am going to leave my baby boy and go home for a huge holiday. Worst thing is that I can't go anywhere else more than just in Malaysia. It's different if I work and earn my own money, which I can go whenever I want to. I'm going to miss the opportunity to work for summer. I can earn so much money and go for far holiday in January. Life is like that when you are not that rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home do a little bit of my assignment and had lunch. After lunch, I went out to do gardening. Ooooh.... so many weeds to clean up. It's just a disaster for me now cause still thinking whether I should call the gardener to come in or not. Eventually, it's a sunny day and it's good for gardening. I ended up cleaning two huge bucket - which is a large bucket to consume water when it's draught period. Yeh, it's a huge amount of weeds. I just clean up the things that I also don't like. I think next time my house will only full of LAVENDER. It's easier to take care and no worries about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I walk to uni, I pass by a house which has Lavender plants. I realized that there are different type of lavender. In K-mart garden area, I found out that there are lots more of Lavender. There is one with green color only. That means it's not purple flower but it's green. It's funny and interesting. Even though, the purple flowers have different blooming style. I'm so fond of lavender since when am I kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have never seen Lavender plant until I came here. If I did when I was a child, I would have no idea what is that. It's just - ooooohhhh, purple flowers. Hehehe... Cool huh? I can just sit there and look at the lavender plant for a long time which I won't get bored at all. It's just pretty, nice, cute, extraordinary and interesting. I think I'm so obsess with flowers that are blue and purple only. Others, I'll just get rid of it and I don't care. I think I just cleaned up the ones that are normal plants and not my type flowers. Hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113594856073671547?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113594856073671547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113594856073671547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594856073671547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594856073671547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2005/12/fine-day_31.html' title='...A fine day...'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113594716740404837</id><published>2005-12-30T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:10:21.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional'/><title type='text'>...Emotional distress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, well, well, I finally have the so-called emotional distress for my freaking last semester. I'm crazy over the last assignment. Freaking freak me out cause I tend to want to finish off this freaking crazy last semester which I have the freaking last Theory assignment to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I better stop saying this freaking word. Anyway, I can't swear and that's the rules. Freaking stressing me out now cause I so damn freaking unbelievable don't know what to say at all. Just to bla whatever things that come across my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I kind of have this emotional distress and it's killing me especially my appetite. I just can't finish food now a day and I don't feel like eating meat. Which I ended up don't feel like eating rice or noodles. I don't want to eat any snacks cause it's freaking not nice for me to bite. I just don't feel like eating anything but drink drinks - not alcohol cause me can't drink at this moment of time. I better don't get drunk on the 14th Nov night as well, cause I have to catch my plane back to M'sia at 3pm. Eh, I freaking never get drunk before. I wonder how I will be like if I get drunk but then I also don't dare, hahaha.... Weaky cat is what I can say about me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking FCUK! Anyway, I LOVE FCUK, Okay? Don't say that I use the FCUK word all the time means that I don't like FCUK. Can't remember how one of my OZ friend pronounce the FCUK word. It's kinda cool and no one has ever pronounce it that way except her. Didn't see her at all today cause I came late to uni. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel so sick and I can't sleep nicely these few nights. Hey, people how's the soccer match going on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113594716740404837?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113594716740404837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113594716740404837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594716740404837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594716740404837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2005/12/emotional-distress.html' title='...Emotional distress...'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113594693176984905</id><published>2005-12-30T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:53:22.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><title type='text'>...Went to Uni...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yupe, it's Saturday and I have to go Uni. It's so boring, I woke up late and I think I arrived at 2.30pm. Guess what! The doors are not open as usual which I have to go downstairs and call the stupid security to open the freaking editing door. Or else, I can just go there and sit down to prepare editing. What the freak! We have to hand in the after hours form all the time and the security doesn't open the editing rooms at all until each students have to call them all the time. Wasting freaking more than 10 mins of waiting for them to have a slow walk to the Building P. They are just wasting people's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada and I finished the Elgar Rd process, believe us. We seriously cut lots of craps in there. It's too long for some boring shots. Both of us just decided to shorten it and do some thing like a flashback sequence in some parts. Have no idea what's the rest gonna think, but for us it's quite good and not that boring. See what they have to say on Monday. Anyway, we did quite fast around 5pm. We are done for the Elgar Rd, plus I was so freaking hungry. I said I want to go find some thing to eat and we have finished the Elgar Rd as well. So, I came home and find some thing to eat before I faint. Which am still waiting the food to be cook at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do the rest cause it's quite hard to understand it as the main Editor is not there. I can't even concentrate as am so hungry like hell. Can't start eating a big bull, which I don't think I want to do that. Just joking, but am so hungry and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have nothing to do tonight cause no one wants to go out. I don't think I'll be going for the Pyrotechnic Fireworks as my friends don't want to go. So sad... but then I also lazy to go out, too crowdy over there is what I reckon. Better stay home and do my assignments which I have to hand it in by 1st Nov. I think I better concentrate on it as it's theory, don't want to fail this one. Very hard to concentrate is what I think it'll be for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better chao.. very damn hungry until I can't wait already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113594693176984905?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113594693176984905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113594693176984905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594693176984905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594693176984905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2005/12/went-to-uni.html' title='...Went to Uni...'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20261982.post-113594653161284896</id><published>2005-12-30T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:13:07.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Outings'/><title type='text'>...Friday Night out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/1600/61-1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1537/2026/320/61-1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeh... went out tonight again. I have not been really going out for this week as I was in uni editing most of the time. Except on Tuesday and today as I was cleaning up the house and garden as well. It's pretty clean at the front part but then I got lots to clean up at the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Chadstone tonight to watch Shall We Dance? by Richard Geere and JLo. It's pretty cool but then I still like to watch the You Got Served. I think I like dance movies now a day. I'm getting crazy with dance but I don't really dance. How sad that can be? Well, I was wanting to major in dance but most of the dance students over here have the Ballet experiences. I don't even have it at all and they have to go for dance audition before approving to go for that course. I think I better stay put with what am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Straits Cafe (Malaysian Cuisine) again for this week. It's my 2nd time in this week and the aunties can remember me pretty fast. Not wearing that cute today cause it's not pinkish. The other time, I wore Julia's pink jacket and one of the Auntie said am cute. I was so unbelievable stress cause it's pink in color only she will say me cute. I wore the blue jacket also no one says me cute. So, unbelievable crazy for me not to listen cute word today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah. It's different skirt. If you can see May's with her skirt, it's actually the same. Julia didn't wear the skirt today. Three of us got the same skirt. Hehhee... I have to decorate it into a different type. Better make it more outstanding, so people around us won't say that it's the same skirt that bought in JayJays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm.. Tomorrow Knox City will be having a Pyrotechnic Fireworks. I think I'll be mostly go for that as I wonder how it will looks like. Don't know who wants to go with me also. I'll see how things go cause I need to go editing at 1.30pm tomorrow in uni. This is the 2nd weekend am in uni already. Don't want la, so boring doing the same project. I have to do the last theory assignment early before the 1st Nov. Then, I can have more fun after that. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go change. Hey, look at the new uploaded pic called Friday Night out. Yah? It's the same as am describing for this blog. Chao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20261982-113594653161284896?l=loveslat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/feeds/113594653161284896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20261982&amp;postID=113594653161284896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594653161284896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20261982/posts/default/113594653161284896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslat.blogspot.com/2005/12/friday-night-out.html' title='...Friday Night out...'/><author><name>adrianalynn_al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03661641600423820488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pk_o9E4sohc/SaVtHjOhwrI/AAAAAAAAA3c/b5LwR40LAa4/S220/IMG_1387.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
