<?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-623819995703950803</id><updated>2011-10-11T00:53:42.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regina Speaks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>501</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-1009564524614512108</id><published>2011-10-11T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T00:53:42.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like a Diary.</title><content type='html'>I just realised how much I missed blogging.&lt;br /&gt;It's so old school but I think it's one of the best ways to record our memories down...&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, and teared as I journeyed through memory lane through the archives of my own words.&lt;br /&gt;Some memories I've forgotten, some renewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From January 2011 - October 2011 (currently 11th oct) a lot of things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the highlights :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm no longer a management trainee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I dye-d my hair blond for the first time. It was during the first quarter of this year. Then I changed to red, and currently it's just a mash up of Garnier's light brown and my red base. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDpcxzjIEV4/TpMho6jBdeI/AAAAAAAADKA/JAKTl54jQfI/s1600/166389_10150372741405696_661830695_16818438_6687565_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDpcxzjIEV4/TpMho6jBdeI/AAAAAAAADKA/JAKTl54jQfI/s320/166389_10150372741405696_661830695_16818438_6687565_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Celebrated my 2 years anniversary with Chan Heng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Steve Jobs Passed away. R.I.P. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I got robbed. To be specific, my bag got snatched at the immigration. Plans to Bali failed. May they burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The usual hanging outs, going around, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Work occupies about 60% of my life I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, IF only I had been dedicated to recording my life more often. Now I can't recall as much. All I know is, a lot has happened and it frustrates me because I can't find the words to say! &lt;br /&gt;Crap. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL be more dedicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-1009564524614512108?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1009564524614512108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=1009564524614512108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1009564524614512108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1009564524614512108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-like-diary.html' title='It&apos;s like a Diary.'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDpcxzjIEV4/TpMho6jBdeI/AAAAAAAADKA/JAKTl54jQfI/s72-c/166389_10150372741405696_661830695_16818438_6687565_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-4822413348779548985</id><published>2011-10-10T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T01:13:31.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about your belief system</title><content type='html'>When people ask me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When's your ideal age to get married?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd always reply "Probably around 27-28? I'm guessing that's when I'd have more stability"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the answer I'd get from most people would be&lt;br /&gt;"oh! that's SO YOUNG. I prefer to emphasize on my career progression, money, house, etc etc".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe it's too young for some people but it certainly isn't for me.&lt;br /&gt;If you have your own goal in life to gain all your material things before you want to settle down, good for you. I've got nothing against that. Just don't critise me because I want to get married at the age I see fit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe most of you don't know this about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. Family and relationships with people I love are the most important to me. I could, in one way, sacrifice anything for the people I love truly. I am not the kind of person who would make superficial friends and try to impress people to like me or make me part of their clique. If they're ok with me, great. If I'm not their cup of tea, buzz off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can live without a large group of friends, but I cannot live without my family, the one I love and my TRUE friends. Which, by the way, can be counted within 10 fingers. Ok, maybe slightly more than 10. But still, it's not a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love children. Yes, I can forsee that it would be alot of pain and possibly there's a risk where the child could hang out with the wrong crowd and turn bad, but hey, that's a risk you gotta take if you wanna have children. I'd say that I would just try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have always been a family girl. Ever since I was born and it isn't gonna change because I don't get influenced easily. People come up to me and say "hey! I thought you would be a party-goer/clubber now since you were such a good girl in highschool" but the truth is, I am still the same and I hold on to my principles strongly and will not sway for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm not a feminist. I still believe that sometimes, &lt;b&gt;some&lt;/b&gt; things are best done by men. There must be a reason why God created men and women. I prefer to be the silent guidance at the background, to guide the man the way he should go, but leave him a choice to take his own path as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I believe that material things will never give me true happiness. Of course, I want to improve in life as I age, but it is not my main motivator. I know that no matter how much I have, I will never be truly happy unless I learn how to be contented with what I have yet still have the drive to succeed not by material things, but by doing something I am passionate about. In fact, I've tried this theory many times. I used to aim for something, work for it, but when I got it, all I wanted was another thing. The cycle goes on, there's no fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't care about contradictory opinions unless it really makes sense. Like I said, my principles are not easily swayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I just realised how much I miss writing my heart out. It eases my mind a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-4822413348779548985?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4822413348779548985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=4822413348779548985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/4822413348779548985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/4822413348779548985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2011/10/single-hood-vs-in-relationship.html' title='It&apos;s all about your belief system'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-4009851821576536191</id><published>2011-01-08T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T10:24:25.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TSfKzhaTf4I/AAAAAAAADJ4/cB3hD7YCxRQ/s1600/167120_10150356918765696_661830695_16525164_6559625_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TSfKzhaTf4I/AAAAAAAADJ4/cB3hD7YCxRQ/s320/167120_10150356918765696_661830695_16525164_6559625_n.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have not blogged for so long I actually forgot my username and password. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all HAPPY NEW YEAR! (to myself, since I think now there are no longer any readers who actually read this) =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 has been a bit of a whirlwind for me and I felt as though I've become so much more matured in such a short time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember..the first day I stepped into the office for my REAL job. I didn't know what to expect. I was so new, so insignificant, so naive. I believed anyone and anything. But slowly I realised that there's more than meets the eye. Simply put, I've learned pretty well the game of the workplace and I'm adapting. However, I've not changed myself entirely. Just that, There's an office Regina and a home Regina. Obviously I like the home Regina better. She's carefree. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And I also learned to not give a damn about useless opinions because they are not needed and not heard. I've heard tons of opinions but I've filtered it to 2 types (also took time to learn because in the past I took every opinion seriously which only hurt myself):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To be heard and to improve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To be forgotten - These are those opinions which comes from people who are trying to bring you down when you're doing well aka Selfish bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, alot of people say alot of stupid things to me all the time. I have no idea why. Loate judgemental people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sooo happy that 2011 is a whole new year and I'm an even stronger person than before. Perceptions are changing/will change to be better too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what people say or do, NOTHING is going to bring me down or weaken my spirits. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little update: I've graduated from my Management Trainee and am now the Merchandising Executive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always get confused when I say "Merchandising Executive".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what I do..is to be creative. I help to design things for Loreal Paris Cosmetics.. eg: The counter, tester bar, point of sale materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also incharge of upkeeping ALL those things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty high workload I must say. But I'm loving my job more than ever before. Being creative and to make things beautiful is something that I really love to do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll have time to blog more this year! (highlighy doubt so though. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till then :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-4009851821576536191?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4009851821576536191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=4009851821576536191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/4009851821576536191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/4009851821576536191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-not-blogged-for-so-long-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TSfKzhaTf4I/AAAAAAAADJ4/cB3hD7YCxRQ/s72-c/167120_10150356918765696_661830695_16525164_6559625_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-4747949850310054005</id><published>2010-10-02T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:19:49.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BB transformation!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TKav3f_FTmI/AAAAAAAADJg/tqZN6P6BQvY/s1600/39418_10150274727945545_561740544_14747707_4820666_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TKav3f_FTmI/AAAAAAAADJg/tqZN6P6BQvY/s320/39418_10150274727945545_561740544_14747707_4820666_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After being persuaded by Annie, I decided to have a makeover for my boring old BB. Have always wanted to change the cover but I never knew WHERE. Previously, it seemed like such a hassle that I gave up looking for it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then again, I guess I'm fated to have a unique BB *ahem*. =Pp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I met up with Eric Soong, the BB cover changer dude. When he OPENED my phone and practically dug out everything, my heart nearly fell. All the while I was looking at it; praying that it would be able to turn on when he put it back together. It was as though I was watching my own baby going through a major surgery *wipes beads of sweat off forehead*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TKavjwum80I/AAAAAAAADJY/5ktQSBMJ-Jw/s1600/63797_10150274728410545_561740544_14747714_7668752_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TKavjwum80I/AAAAAAAADJY/5ktQSBMJ-Jw/s320/63797_10150274728410545_561740544_14747714_7668752_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is my BB's "bones". I have the perfect excuse for the eyebags. w-o-r-k. Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TKavlvIF-2I/AAAAAAAADJc/VW_7byJyxQI/s1600/63848_10150274728875545_561740544_14747723_4522806_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TKavlvIF-2I/AAAAAAAADJc/VW_7byJyxQI/s320/63848_10150274728875545_561740544_14747723_4522806_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When everything was done I breathed a sigh of relief as he tested all the buttons. Everything worked perfectly. Throughout the whole night I couldn't take my eyes off my phone and my BF claimed that I was cheating on him with my BB. -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Before-After]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TKaxaLVqcDI/AAAAAAAADJk/yAt0sg4swg4/s1600/RIMG0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TKaxaLVqcDI/AAAAAAAADJk/yAt0sg4swg4/s320/RIMG0035.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugly black common BB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TKax28RQVcI/AAAAAAAADJo/y1dDNlMvaw0/s1600/RIMG0045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TKax28RQVcI/AAAAAAAADJo/y1dDNlMvaw0/s320/RIMG0045.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TKax70lWDgI/AAAAAAAADJs/koOxl_IG4bc/s1600/RIMG0046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TKax70lWDgI/AAAAAAAADJs/koOxl_IG4bc/s320/RIMG0046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TKayAQq40pI/AAAAAAAADJw/f6JZ8ukyIDM/s1600/RIMG0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TKayAQq40pI/AAAAAAAADJw/f6JZ8ukyIDM/s320/RIMG0052.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome black and yellow. It's Bumblebee (Transformers) inspired :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah I know it's manly but I love it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love love love YELLOW and BLACK :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Btw, if you wanna change your bb cover too, here's where you should go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blackberryhousing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eric Soong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-4747949850310054005?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TKav3f_FTmI/AAAAAAAADJg/tqZN6P6BQvY/s72-c/39418_10150274727945545_561740544_14747707_4820666_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-1275314129050989574</id><published>2010-09-21T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:14:52.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I almost forgot my blog password.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That signifies how long I've not logged in here to update anything. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wanted to update something but I lost all inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Shall try again tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-5732980089383929689</id><published>2010-08-05T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:25:47.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TFrX55rVfAI/AAAAAAAADJE/6rIgZaMq5dM/s1600/420766184_a1290a921265312326.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TFrX55rVfAI/AAAAAAAADJE/6rIgZaMq5dM/s320/420766184_a1290a921265312326.gif" 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title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TFrX55rVfAI/AAAAAAAADJE/6rIgZaMq5dM/s72-c/420766184_a1290a921265312326.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-219871771302939961</id><published>2010-07-12T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:25:55.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MASHED UP ENTRY : Completely 112307130401 things in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;1 post *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TDrLjPP-4oI/AAAAAAAADIk/FEqCvY3hcBQ/s1600/IMG00365-20100626-1741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TDrLjPP-4oI/AAAAAAAADIk/FEqCvY3hcBQ/s320/IMG00365-20100626-1741.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been more than a month since my last entry! Where did the time go?? Tsk tsk. There was father's day, my father's birthday, my darling's birthday.....and etc..can't really recall of it at the moment. Went to Malacca, Genting..yadda yadda. I'm fully appreciating the weekends now and the time I'm able to spend with my loved ones because it's very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;little. &lt;/span&gt;Work takes up about half (or maybe more) of my time these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TDrLrdJIAtI/AAAAAAAADIs/Toy3f0TiMR0/s1600/IMG00353-20100625-2014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TDrLrdJIAtI/AAAAAAAADIs/Toy3f0TiMR0/s320/IMG00353-20100625-2014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me giving a kiss to him on his birthday =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I went to Club Med for the first time! After all the years....of just "talking" about going there. L'Oreal CPD had their team building there and I was given an opportunity to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TDrK7iO2cwI/AAAAAAAADIc/IBn2Q39Gmg0/s1600/P7021844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TDrK7iO2cwI/AAAAAAAADIc/IBn2Q39Gmg0/s320/P7021844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know it isn't a very good picture...but..ah, sadly it's the best I've got. Haven't been taking alot of pictures lately because I don't think I look good in pictures. I'm getting old...............................sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think Club Med is o-kay...expectations was set higher for the rooms because of the price. But I think if you go there, you're basically paying for the facilities and the "sports stuff" you can do. Was a good experience&amp;nbsp;nonetheless... other than that..one experience. urgh. Just take my advice and be careful of some of the male GO's (Gentle Officers) there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would like to announce that my bf is just the sweetest in the world. Last week when he came over to my office to pass some stuff, he left a note on my car when he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TDrOu5644mI/AAAAAAAADI0/I7s14iI_-dA/s1600/34540_10150213143655696_661830695_13363870_141103_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TDrOu5644mI/AAAAAAAADI0/I7s14iI_-dA/s320/34540_10150213143655696_661830695_13363870_141103_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TDrOyZPTLZI/AAAAAAAADI8/YBr1e-dTgg4/s1600/37323_10150213143870696_661830695_13363874_1285676_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TDrOyZPTLZI/AAAAAAAADI8/YBr1e-dTgg4/s320/37323_10150213143870696_661830695_13363874_1285676_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The note he wrote says this:&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;To: The owner of tis car =P&lt;br /&gt;Take care and be safe on your trip tomorrow ok dear, will be waiting for you to come back ok =) I'll be missing you =( I love you soooooooooooo very much my dear. p.s.: Must miss me when you're there ar dear haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your one and only one darling =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My heart went all mushy and in-love after reading that despite being angry over something earlier! =P)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;If you notice, there's another set of writings in black.&lt;br /&gt;This it what it says:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Owner of this car.&lt;br /&gt;Your Bf is so sweet. We park next to you &amp;amp; had to read this and add to it.&lt;br /&gt;We love you too.&lt;br /&gt;Manco &amp;amp; Mikey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the sweet random stuff he does..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you darling..you're like a ray of sunshine in my life =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I just want to say that my family's the best. They've always stood by me regardless of the situation I'm in and they are my pillar of strength! I love you! My dad is really sweet too. He wrote me a bible verse to place in my purse..for me to read when I need some words of encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest Regina,&lt;br /&gt;God's words never fail!&lt;br /&gt;Philipians 4:6&amp;amp;7&lt;br /&gt;Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;daddy&lt;br /&gt;9.7.10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy I'm surrounded with love. It gives me the courage to go through any hurdles in life.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs for all!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it won't be another month 'till the next post again.&lt;br /&gt;This month, I'll be travelling around Malaysia with Maybelline's spokesperson for her appearances..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-219871771302939961?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/219871771302939961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=219871771302939961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/219871771302939961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/219871771302939961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/07/mashed-up-entry-completely-112307130401.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/TDrLjPP-4oI/AAAAAAAADIk/FEqCvY3hcBQ/s72-c/IMG00365-20100626-1741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-1962215017569825002</id><published>2010-06-09T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:07:28.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't updated for the longest time because I didn't have the time at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I get home from work, I'm resting because I don't even want to look at the com.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I miss hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;I miss shopping on the weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;I miss randomly planning to go somewhere and just doing it.&lt;br /&gt;I miss real friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss....my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-1962215017569825002?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1962215017569825002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=1962215017569825002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1962215017569825002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1962215017569825002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/06/havent-updated-for-longest-time-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-4737681922075731947</id><published>2010-05-15T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T10:55:02.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;A weekday out! (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-37EQKA81I/AAAAAAAADFU/xmhdz87QbYQ/s1600/IMG00139-20100514-1157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-37EQKA81I/AAAAAAAADFU/xmhdz87QbYQ/s320/IMG00139-20100514-1157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Took a full day leave on May 14 because I just needed a break. Plus, I had tickets to West Side Story at 8.30pm. Wanted to reach KL earlier in order to avoid the jam and to get a good parking slot at Istana Budaya. Just so you know, Istana Budaya is super packed most of the time. I never knew Malaysians were such theater enthusiasts! (Ok&lt;i&gt; lah&lt;/i&gt;, who am I kidding, there were quite alot of ang mohs and tourists there as well. Not just Malaysians. lol.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we reached KL..it started to drizzle a little...and we reached too early. The show was set to start at 8.30pm, but we were at KL by 3pm+. Was driving slowly while thinking where to go when I spotted...MUSEUM NEGARA. It's been dino years since I last stepped into that museum and my memories of that place was...dirty, smelly, shitty items put together for a pathetic display of the Malaysian so-called "history". I used to be appalled of that place. And it was always the butt of all the "museum jokes".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(I'm very lame, I make lame jokes all the time and expect people to laugh ok? Thank God my bf can stand my.....dry humour)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhoo, decided to turn in to the National Museum since it was already there and we had no where else to go. Plus, it's quite near to the Istana Budaya. Might as well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4ApKTUefI/AAAAAAAADFs/9V6mj7eSoYc/s1600/IMG00146-20100514-1519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4ApKTUefI/AAAAAAAADFs/9V6mj7eSoYc/s320/IMG00146-20100514-1519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the drizzle, it turned to a heavy downpour..and that's when..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked him to take pictures with me. To wait for the rain to be less heavy you know? hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-37_exq8VI/AAAAAAAADFc/agnmK4HBuso/s1600/IMG00140-20100514-1517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-37_exq8VI/AAAAAAAADFc/agnmK4HBuso/s320/IMG00140-20100514-1517.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-39YMseDJI/AAAAAAAADFk/ifRyBNNyBvA/s1600/IMG00141-20100514-1517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-39YMseDJI/AAAAAAAADFk/ifRyBNNyBvA/s320/IMG00141-20100514-1517.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really love my volume perm. Thanks Richard Kim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Btw, he's really good, he even offered another free hair treatment a week after the perm. Will make and appointment with him soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yea, I think I would like to try Hair Coating. Apparently, Korean girls does hair coating once every month...which explains their healthy, shiny hair. It's different from hair treatment, fyi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whoops, sidetracked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What got my interest to go to the museum was actually the coffin exhibition.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's all about the burial rituals from various tribes and races..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't tell me you won't even feel a tinge of excitement?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get very excited when I've got the opportunity to learn anything that has to do with history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4BovcyVcI/AAAAAAAADGk/lgbWjdNu5A4/s1600/IMG00163-20100514-1544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4BovcyVcI/AAAAAAAADGk/lgbWjdNu5A4/s320/IMG00163-20100514-1544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4BsA0vlcI/AAAAAAAADGs/76tu-KWLOgU/s1600/IMG00165-20100514-1544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4BsA0vlcI/AAAAAAAADGs/76tu-KWLOgU/s320/IMG00165-20100514-1544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, maybe this looks like the high-school open-day ghost house. But trust me, the exhibition itself is pretty good...or maybe it's just that my expectation for our museum was just too low. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4A-NEl2QI/AAAAAAAADF0/WRY12yVzY1s/s1600/IMG00149-20100514-1532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4A-NEl2QI/AAAAAAAADF0/WRY12yVzY1s/s320/IMG00149-20100514-1532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found this quite disturbing..they tie corpse into a fetal position..and bury the dead just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sample of bones below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4BGCd2g3I/AAAAAAAADF8/7kszJAXVyp8/s1600/IMG00150-20100514-1532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4BGCd2g3I/AAAAAAAADF8/7kszJAXVyp8/s320/IMG00150-20100514-1532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4BO2PftOI/AAAAAAAADGE/n-SY2rwUwNY/s1600/IMG00154-20100514-1537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4BO2PftOI/AAAAAAAADGE/n-SY2rwUwNY/s320/IMG00154-20100514-1537.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS on the other hand was just plain freaky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe, it was just me and my bf in the exhibition, I would be scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4BTrfzxKI/AAAAAAAADGM/5kY8QALGbEw/s1600/IMG00155-20100514-1538.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4BTrfzxKI/AAAAAAAADGM/5kY8QALGbEw/s320/IMG00155-20100514-1538.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corpse in a carriage casket..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4BXlBbueI/AAAAAAAADGU/sXaJAMmbz40/s1600/IMG00160-20100514-1540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4BXlBbueI/AAAAAAAADGU/sXaJAMmbz40/s320/IMG00160-20100514-1540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the GOLDEN casket..for the rich and famous who dies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4BcjXOxXI/AAAAAAAADGc/T9dG4wiAyhs/s1600/IMG00161-20100514-1542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4BcjXOxXI/AAAAAAAADGc/T9dG4wiAyhs/s320/IMG00161-20100514-1542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is another freaky way of burial. Looks like some kinda ancient wedding ceremony where the bride sits in and waits to be transported to the groom's place..except..that's a corpse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4B-vl0yiI/AAAAAAAADG8/jCgxaIMJqaA/s1600/IMG00159-20100514-1540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4B-vl0yiI/AAAAAAAADG8/jCgxaIMJqaA/s320/IMG00159-20100514-1540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us in the coffin exhibition. As you can see, it's quite dark in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Price for Coffin exhibition : RM2 per adult. Blardie cheap. Better go there and expand your knowledge than wasting RM9-12 on a movie where you can get the pirated dvd anyway. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the coffin exhibition, we headed over to the permanent exhibition which was also priced at RM2 per adult. Got a shock of my life when I noticed that EVERYTHING has changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Repented my museum jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In fact, I would say it's reaching an international level now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The galleries are&amp;nbsp;separated&amp;nbsp;into 4.. and some of 'em even had holograms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4BvG8u9qI/AAAAAAAADG0/B8NXZVsPFFc/s1600/IMG00167-20100514-1549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4BvG8u9qI/AAAAAAAADG0/B8NXZVsPFFc/s320/IMG00167-20100514-1549.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's me, pointing at a skull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4CKrcTJwI/AAAAAAAADHM/qULgnJ_s_ao/s1600/IMG00177-20100514-1606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4CKrcTJwI/AAAAAAAADHM/qULgnJ_s_ao/s320/IMG00177-20100514-1606.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's my bf. He's the best-est. Was willing to carry my bag because it was heavy. Aw. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4CHhBkfII/AAAAAAAADHE/QTZgB_Zdrjs/s1600/IMG00175-20100514-1605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4CHhBkfII/AAAAAAAADHE/QTZgB_Zdrjs/s320/IMG00175-20100514-1605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the Malacca section. They re-created the fort inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4CNHF6DOI/AAAAAAAADHU/YfELMiq7s5Y/s1600/IMG00178-20100514-1607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4CNHF6DOI/AAAAAAAADHU/YfELMiq7s5Y/s320/IMG00178-20100514-1607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4K7ApQhpI/AAAAAAAADH8/wAcBkTjt-jA/s1600/IMG00181-20100514-1612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4K7ApQhpI/AAAAAAAADH8/wAcBkTjt-jA/s320/IMG00181-20100514-1612.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just had to take a picture of this bicycle. This is how Malaysians got it from Japan. They cycled from Thailand. woot, that rhymes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can be rapper now. (another lame joke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the whole museum exhibition, we headed over to The Pavilion for dinner (because it was nearby and on the way to Istana Budaya as well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we reached Istana Budaya, it was still quite early..and we got a wonderful parking lot! yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4ML5vWwPI/AAAAAAAADIE/3ii-lw4VLEY/s1600/IMG00137-20100514-1156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4ML5vWwPI/AAAAAAAADIE/3ii-lw4VLEY/s320/IMG00137-20100514-1156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks mommy and daddy. The best parents ever :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4CYhxfyGI/AAAAAAAADHc/Mo0881IGz_A/s1600/IMG00187-20100514-1858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4CYhxfyGI/AAAAAAAADHc/Mo0881IGz_A/s320/IMG00187-20100514-1858.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's him, getting all excited for the musical. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4CgTEsI9I/AAAAAAAADHk/mOmWFTisVyE/s1600/IMG00194-20100514-1911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4CgTEsI9I/AAAAAAAADHk/mOmWFTisVyE/s320/IMG00194-20100514-1911.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he wanted to sneak in before the show started :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4CmZqs1uI/AAAAAAAADHs/bIAv-J9ekN8/s1600/IMG00204-20100514-2015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4CmZqs1uI/AAAAAAAADHs/bIAv-J9ekN8/s320/IMG00204-20100514-2015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's me, waiting patiently for the show to start.. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4DUWet14I/AAAAAAAADH0/dSMvFUAygZo/s1600/IMG00207-20100514-2018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4DUWet14I/AAAAAAAADH0/dSMvFUAygZo/s320/IMG00207-20100514-2018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, that's us at the seat. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basically, the hall itself reminded me of the opera house in Phantom of the Opera. It was amazing. That's probably the closest Malaysians can get to having an opera house. So yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was my first time watching a broadway musical and it literally blew my mind away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The performers were so enthusiastic and you could really feel the passion from the way they act and sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I especially loved the scenes where all of them are singing in a big group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dances were very&amp;nbsp;synchronized&amp;nbsp;too.... Beautiful. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all, it was a wonderful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-4737681922075731947?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4737681922075731947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=4737681922075731947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/4737681922075731947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/4737681922075731947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekday-out-finally-took-full-day-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-37EQKA81I/AAAAAAAADFU/xmhdz87QbYQ/s72-c/IMG00139-20100514-1157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-8974859946449741001</id><published>2010-05-09T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T11:05:32.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Mommy's Day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4OP0jC9UI/AAAAAAAADIU/vLiKAxNtMQk/s1600/P1000054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4OP0jC9UI/AAAAAAAADIU/vLiKAxNtMQk/s320/P1000054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the Empress of the my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom has got to be the greatest and most amazing mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's truly a wonder woman. I don't know how she does it, but she seems to always have the strength to "work" at home although she also has a full time job.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although she holds a high position, she always have time for family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I admire her and I aspire to be just like her. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To keep it simple and sweet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU MOMMY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;always and forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mun Mun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-8974859946449741001?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8974859946449741001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=8974859946449741001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/8974859946449741001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/8974859946449741001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommys-day-to-empress-of-my-heart-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-4OP0jC9UI/AAAAAAAADIU/vLiKAxNtMQk/s72-c/P1000054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-5928650598000206976</id><published>2010-05-08T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:07:30.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Korean Volume Perm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Park Chul Hair Salon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-VD1mSjs3I/AAAAAAAADEU/Ij25kdZpfiE/s1600/IMG00101-20100508-1631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-VD1mSjs3I/AAAAAAAADEU/Ij25kdZpfiE/s320/IMG00101-20100508-1631.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saw the advertisement on Park Cheul and decided to try out the "Korean Volume Perm". Was wondering what's the difference of the Korean perm compared to the normal digital perm and so..yeah, decided to take the risk. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bf was kind enough to go with me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(ok, I actually kinda forced him, BUT he was willing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he had FREE orange juice while waiting!=Pp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-VE-RhLO5I/AAAAAAAADEc/o4VN0pCsaw0/s1600/IMG00102-20100508-1632.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-VE-RhLO5I/AAAAAAAADEc/o4VN0pCsaw0/s320/IMG00102-20100508-1632.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way they did the perm was definitely not the usual way Malaysian stylists do it. I've done perming twice and both didn't turn out the way I wanted it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was totally crossing my fingers and hoping that this Korean perm would be the answer to it all. (sounds so dramatic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, the stylist was obviously a korean guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he had 2 female helpers who were the most friendly people. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-VFqcI2vbI/AAAAAAAADEk/Mhfged75XVg/s1600/IMG00104-20100508-1641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-VFqcI2vbI/AAAAAAAADEk/Mhfged75XVg/s320/IMG00104-20100508-1641.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The machine they used was cute. There was a Korean sounding voice before the machine started. Sounded like some arcade game. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-VGJTiy4KI/AAAAAAAADEs/NCiduDXa2qk/s1600/IMG00105-20100508-1645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-VGJTiy4KI/AAAAAAAADEs/NCiduDXa2qk/s320/IMG00105-20100508-1645.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While waiting for the machine to do its "thing", the ladies gave me hand massage! As you can see, I was overjoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-VGZzDlRJI/AAAAAAAADE0/PfIRPpq0kxA/s1600/IMG00106-20100508-1645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-VGZzDlRJI/AAAAAAAADE0/PfIRPpq0kxA/s320/IMG00106-20100508-1645.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-VGvuyNocI/AAAAAAAADE8/WLaT4McO8fU/s1600/IMG00107-20100508-1645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-VGvuyNocI/AAAAAAAADE8/WLaT4McO8fU/s320/IMG00107-20100508-1645.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was too bored, he decided to camwhore with my phone. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, here's the outcome. Love it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-VHlnNnX8I/AAAAAAAADFM/SWddQAs83Pw/s1600/IMG00116-20100508-1844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-VHlnNnX8I/AAAAAAAADFM/SWddQAs83Pw/s320/IMG00116-20100508-1844.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Will be going back there to dye my hair probably around next month or so :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-5928650598000206976?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5928650598000206976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=5928650598000206976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/5928650598000206976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/5928650598000206976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/05/korean-volume-perm-park-chul-hair-salon.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-VD1mSjs3I/AAAAAAAADEU/Ij25kdZpfiE/s72-c/IMG00101-20100508-1631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-1943266740250044130</id><published>2010-05-06T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:24:04.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-K0O9ypTgI/AAAAAAAADEM/LKSOFv7gI4U/s1600/DSC00122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-K0O9ypTgI/AAAAAAAADEM/LKSOFv7gI4U/s320/DSC00122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that if I don't update, I'm never gonna update.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm starting to really wonder..was I really THAT free to be able to update constantly everyday in the past? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, picture was taken in the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just realised that I could MMS by bf for free, so we're like totally abusing the MMS function by sending tons of pictures everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would recommend couples to switch to digi and use the family plan because its DIRT cheap compared to the usual rates. SMS and MMS and CALLS are abolutely FREEEEE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Becoming aunty already, I'm starting like free stuff. omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-1943266740250044130?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1943266740250044130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=1943266740250044130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1943266740250044130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1943266740250044130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-that-if-i-dont-update-im-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S-K0O9ypTgI/AAAAAAAADEM/LKSOFv7gI4U/s72-c/DSC00122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-5241432918727407172</id><published>2010-04-14T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:31:27.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Random&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures were taken at Bukit Tinggi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S8WzZYeV_jI/AAAAAAAADD0/XXbberfDYAU/s1600/24480_10150150146670696_661830695_11592931_7631023_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S8WzZYeV_jI/AAAAAAAADD0/XXbberfDYAU/s320/24480_10150150146670696_661830695_11592931_7631023_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S8W0KWmIA8I/AAAAAAAADD8/-ZVvRXAHXHo/s1600/24480_10150150146935696_661830695_11592933_1754435_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S8W0KWmIA8I/AAAAAAAADD8/-ZVvRXAHXHo/s320/24480_10150150146935696_661830695_11592933_1754435_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S8W0Se8oc7I/AAAAAAAADEE/NzZdJCfnlmU/s1600/24480_10150150222140696_661830695_11595164_6572767_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S8W0Se8oc7I/AAAAAAAADEE/NzZdJCfnlmU/s320/24480_10150150222140696_661830695_11595164_6572767_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been a long time since I painted the clay thing so I decided to paint this for my bf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really wanna update a good post but somehow when I get back from work, my mind's all drained and I can't really think anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sounds so exaggerated I know..haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But seriously, this 2 weeks were really hectic. Been rushing almost everyday from morning to night just to get things done on time for the zone visit. I've matured a lot in my job though, thanks to the responsibilities my boss entrusted me with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-mind block-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-5241432918727407172?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5241432918727407172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=5241432918727407172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/5241432918727407172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/5241432918727407172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-pictures-were-taken-at-bukit.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S8WzZYeV_jI/AAAAAAAADD0/XXbberfDYAU/s72-c/24480_10150150146670696_661830695_11592931_7631023_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-3840644124750823490</id><published>2010-04-03T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T15:07:25.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;About Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Decided to take the time to actually express my feelings about work and such. Noticed that lately my posts were becoming too general..mostly day-to-day activities I've been doing and nothing about what I really think. I miss that. I miss pouring out in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, after I began working, I realised a lot of things. I have been so complacent with where I am, what I've done and all that, I didn't really push myself anymore. Another thing. I feel restricted because when I say things, I've to always make sure that I say things which are politically correct in order to protect myself and to not create a bad image...etc etc.. It's all so new to me and I'm still learning. I wanna get more in-touch my "professional self" which was supposedly in existence during interviews. lol. It's in me, I just have to bring it out more often I guess. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, At times I feel really stupid because I ask people things that are so simple. I'm not used to that. Not used to feeling so completely stupid and utterly useless. It's like I don't have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I realised that all of a sudden I have a tendency to forget A LOT of things. I never experienced that before too. Because, most of the time, I DON'T forget. I hate it when someone asks me something and I'd be all... "huh??" What's wrong with my memory now?! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that it's not fun working, it's just that. These little things sometimes gets in the way from my full potential. I know very well that I can do better..but it's like I'm only half functioning at the moment. My brains just gotten a kickstart again after being un-used for approximately 6 months plus. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I have a wonderful mentor though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: Maybelline's a really good brand to work with for the first 3 months of my marketing attachment because I'm forced to learn and to learn fast. haha. I'm amazed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-3840644124750823490?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3840644124750823490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=3840644124750823490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/3840644124750823490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/3840644124750823490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/04/about-work-decided-to-take-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-1378542639471935116</id><published>2010-03-19T10:51:00.079+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:12:25.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;L'oreal Annual Convention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Gala Dinner&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;@ Genting Highlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S616yvyROZI/AAAAAAAADBM/I-4T3tuMO-I/s1600/25838_111074518903197_100000019498483_273693_4455110_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S616yvyROZI/AAAAAAAADBM/I-4T3tuMO-I/s320/25838_111074518903197_100000019498483_273693_4455110_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L'oreal had the annual convention + gala dinner at Genting on 17-18 March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was the first time I've attended my own company annual dinner!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the convention, each division were giving their missions for the year..as well as an update for all the Loreal staff on its progress..etc etc.. The above hair show is done by none other than the PPD (Professional Products Division a.k.a salons/hair and the whole lot). It was fabulous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other divisions presented themselves in very unique ways too. It must have been the most fun-filled convention ever. Entertainment 80% talk 20%. However, the message was clearly conveyed. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61zjyrpFTI/AAAAAAAADAc/NWWAUqP8wOI/s1600/P3171647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61zjyrpFTI/AAAAAAAADAc/NWWAUqP8wOI/s320/P3171647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Ashley..a fellow Management Trainee. We shared a room together. This was the "right after getting ready" photo. Was to excited to take pictures. hahaha :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S610uHC-xWI/AAAAAAAADAk/w1CS8nnileo/s1600/P3171651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S610uHC-xWI/AAAAAAAADAk/w1CS8nnileo/s320/P3171651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were actually rushing off to the Gala Dinner because we were supposed to be there early to help out with the ushering. But, we just HAD to take more pictures first. It was like a must because, who would dress like THAT any time of the year?? It's so once in a lifetime thing. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S611l5dMctI/AAAAAAAADAs/KZfvl0tA5ms/s1600/P3171653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S611l5dMctI/AAAAAAAADAs/KZfvl0tA5ms/s320/P3171653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Melanie! Our LPD intern. She's really fun to be around with. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S613GAOaDKI/AAAAAAAADA0/BXRiAHT5j70/s1600/P3171655.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S613GAOaDKI/AAAAAAAADA0/BXRiAHT5j70/s320/P3171655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From left to right: Melanie, Me, Ashley, Michelle and Liane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't the other girls hoottt?? Drool ppl drooolll.haha :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S613uelvHmI/AAAAAAAADA8/l_FlJ12-MS4/s1600/P3171657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S613uelvHmI/AAAAAAAADA8/l_FlJ12-MS4/s320/P3171657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S614tEzxGtI/AAAAAAAADBE/WmmRs5GOwr8/s1600/P3171658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S614tEzxGtI/AAAAAAAADBE/WmmRs5GOwr8/s320/P3171658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While walking around, a lady came and asked me if I could pose for the "best dressed" nomination. So I struck some random pose and it came out like this. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62dsLGdfxI/AAAAAAAADBk/KzzKwx-fgOw/s1600/P3171661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62dsLGdfxI/AAAAAAAADBk/KzzKwx-fgOw/s320/P3171661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was by far THE most extravagant costume I've seen during the night. The moment he (his name is Gee) walked in, everyone's eyes was just FIXED on him. Really awesome costume I would say. He should've won best dressed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62EwvRHd-I/AAAAAAAADBU/eIYTmyHUULE/s1600/P3171686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62EwvRHd-I/AAAAAAAADBU/eIYTmyHUULE/s320/P3171686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the agenda of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62jNryVNmI/AAAAAAAADBs/3aoL7_sZFgk/s1600/P3171665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62jNryVNmI/AAAAAAAADBs/3aoL7_sZFgk/s320/P3171665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The table where the MT's sat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62mPnYzjII/AAAAAAAADB0/RNWEFpttkhY/s1600/P3171667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62mPnYzjII/AAAAAAAADB0/RNWEFpttkhY/s320/P3171667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The very colourful stage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62nf7Pse6I/AAAAAAAADCM/I4dfA7B5FPw/s1600/P3171698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62nf7Pse6I/AAAAAAAADCM/I4dfA7B5FPw/s320/P3171698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, almost everyone was dressed according to theme..especially the ones on the right..colourful ones. So pretty. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the gala dinner we had served dinner(obviously), lucky draw (some of the prizes consists of vouchers for Prada, LV, travel stuff, Ipods, etc etc) - Melanie won the Prada voucher btw!, Dazzle show and best dressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't believe I was the top 5 for girls because there were loads of other people who deserved it? =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was really fun experience though..although it was quite scary to be on a stage like that. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62n3UeIlXI/AAAAAAAADCc/A0e2BlE9yVE/s1600/P3171705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62n3UeIlXI/AAAAAAAADCc/A0e2BlE9yVE/s320/P3171705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the "after party"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62m2JFd0qI/AAAAAAAADB8/ZN1vOfhpX5A/s1600/P3171678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62m2JFd0qI/AAAAAAAADB8/ZN1vOfhpX5A/s320/P3171678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ops, this picture was supposed to be way on top because it was the opening. I'm just too lazy to re-adjust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62nOvVDphI/AAAAAAAADCE/M83kqBFO3C4/s1600/P3171689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62nOvVDphI/AAAAAAAADCE/M83kqBFO3C4/s320/P3171689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The second one from the left is Shereen! Our beloved HR. She really takes care of us "newbies".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62oQ_U0hUI/AAAAAAAADCk/_LyXgilpIiI/s1600/P3171702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62oQ_U0hUI/AAAAAAAADCk/_LyXgilpIiI/s320/P3171702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought Lisa should've won the best dressed for the female category because her designer dress was just soooo awesome and she looked so beautiful that night! I was gawking at her the whole time. She's a beauty advisor from Shu Uemura by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62o_oowfmI/AAAAAAAADC0/PjZ-FkcPU-c/s1600/P3171703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62o_oowfmI/AAAAAAAADC0/PjZ-FkcPU-c/s320/P3171703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is non other than our L'oreal Malaysia's managing director. He's a really guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62pTk-QVhI/AAAAAAAADC8/HpnUPjdrXrU/s1600/P3171710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62pTk-QVhI/AAAAAAAADC8/HpnUPjdrXrU/s320/P3171710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me posing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62poBjuCWI/AAAAAAAADDE/Mpa92iYCdh4/s1600/P3171690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62poBjuCWI/AAAAAAAADDE/Mpa92iYCdh4/s320/P3171690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Melanie trying to be "cutely seductive" I suppose. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62qGooiX9I/AAAAAAAADDM/JFXDkqY3owg/s1600/P3171695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62qGooiX9I/AAAAAAAADDM/JFXDkqY3owg/s320/P3171695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Michelle! We wanted to take a back to back picture because it shows such a contrast. Black and white :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62oukmpyZI/AAAAAAAADCs/uneoiGwD99M/s1600/P3181715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S62oukmpyZI/AAAAAAAADCs/uneoiGwD99M/s320/P3181715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The MT posers =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S69fbblrkuI/AAAAAAAADDU/HYlFNtqJWT8/s1600/P3181720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S69fbblrkuI/AAAAAAAADDU/HYlFNtqJWT8/s320/P3181720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back at the hotel after the dinner and "after party"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S69jaTFEsFI/AAAAAAAADDs/6oEi8vTDOdY/s1600/P3181727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S69jaTFEsFI/AAAAAAAADDs/6oEi8vTDOdY/s320/P3181727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Door gift and consolation prize for best dressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-1378542639471935116?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1378542639471935116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=1378542639471935116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1378542639471935116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1378542639471935116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/03/loreal-annual-convention-gala-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S616yvyROZI/AAAAAAAADBM/I-4T3tuMO-I/s72-c/25838_111074518903197_100000019498483_273693_4455110_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-7105673385315032550</id><published>2010-03-18T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:50:01.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall update soon on the &lt;b&gt;Loreal's Gala Dinner 2010&lt;/b&gt; held at Genting on 17 March =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S6HZRddj-kI/AAAAAAAAC8M/zVXeLthe6jY/s1600-h/P3171650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S6HZRddj-kI/AAAAAAAAC8M/zVXeLthe6jY/s320/P3171650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before that..I'll have to laze around and sleep first. Not really used to staying up 'till 5 plus in the morning anymore.. haha. In the past (during highschool) I could actually stay up the whole night and just sleep the next day in the afternoon..but, it was for the stupidest reason. Drama watching. It was So addictive I swear!! hahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been so used to sleeping early and waking up early due to work schedule these days though (old and healthy already =Pp)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-7105673385315032550?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7105673385315032550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=7105673385315032550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7105673385315032550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7105673385315032550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-shall-update-soon-on-loreals-gala.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S6HZRddj-kI/AAAAAAAAC8M/zVXeLthe6jY/s72-c/P3171650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-6941107084338753944</id><published>2010-03-16T09:09:00.076+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T10:46:22.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Annie's Belated&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Birthday Celebration&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;@ Ninja Jones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;[Thank Goodness for the "backdate" function. This post is written on 27 March but posted on 16 March because that was the date a few days after the celebration. =)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61btW9KSaI/AAAAAAAAC8U/Un4T74BUjWo/s1600/P3131627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61btW9KSaI/AAAAAAAAC8U/Un4T74BUjWo/s320/P3131627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never knew that this restaurant existed near Midvalley until Annie and Zhi Yun talked about it. haha. Was wondering how it would be like..and to sum it up in one word..it would be : awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ambiance was breathtaking and the food was delicious..plus, we went for the buffet. It was the first time I had a buffet which was served!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61upcBBHpI/AAAAAAAAC_8/4r-jt5CtuMQ/s1600/P3131624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61upcBBHpI/AAAAAAAAC_8/4r-jt5CtuMQ/s320/P3131624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Entrance inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61vGdO_HrI/AAAAAAAADAE/TV5Rv7VN-zY/s1600/P3131626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61vGdO_HrI/AAAAAAAADAE/TV5Rv7VN-zY/s320/P3131626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The end of the entrance which leads to the restaurant =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61laXWlyOI/AAAAAAAAC-M/KCzSd9yuAPE/s1600/P3131601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61laXWlyOI/AAAAAAAAC-M/KCzSd9yuAPE/s320/P3131601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Upon arrival, we were ushered into a room which could seat for approximately 6-7 people. Then, they gave us a list of food we could order. All we had to do was to write the number in the columns. And the food would be served to you. The buffet is only from 12pm to 2pm and costs RM50 per person. I would say that it is so much more worth it compared to Jogoya and Tenji because first of all, you don't have to rush to get the food (very much like a &lt;i&gt;pasar malam&lt;/i&gt;), secondly we can eat in PEACE without people rushing here and there, thirdly we can have CONVERSATIONS where we could actually hear out own voices. Of course, the ambiance is unbeatable. In places like Jogoya and Tenji (during peak periods) I feel as though I'm at some over-crowded-cheap-food place. Plus, the food there is getting disgusting. ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61dBE-jPfI/AAAAAAAAC8k/fmhSQV44prg/s1600/P3131547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61dBE-jPfI/AAAAAAAAC8k/fmhSQV44prg/s320/P3131547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, here's the entrance to our room! With one of the waiter in a Ninja uniform.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below are some of the food we ordered. We only managed to ordered probably half the food on the list, but all of it was uber delicious. There were times we ordered the same dish several times because it was that good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61eHRIZekI/AAAAAAAAC8s/PPg9ZFzoGYU/s1600/P3131548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61eHRIZekI/AAAAAAAAC8s/PPg9ZFzoGYU/s320/P3131548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cawan Mushi..my favourite egg dish~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61eemqh6SI/AAAAAAAAC80/YSB4E7qcjd4/s1600/P3131549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61eemqh6SI/AAAAAAAAC80/YSB4E7qcjd4/s320/P3131549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raw salmon, my favourite raw fish dish! Btw, notice that the salmon are really thick and juicy??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61fQWLBODI/AAAAAAAAC88/_UeZv0s-bMc/s1600/P3131550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61fQWLBODI/AAAAAAAAC88/_UeZv0s-bMc/s320/P3131550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Potato Salad =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61fao4kXVI/AAAAAAAAC9E/NpL1L116Fq0/s1600/P3131551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61fao4kXVI/AAAAAAAAC9E/NpL1L116Fq0/s320/P3131551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Octopus, Jelly Fish and...crap I forgot the other one.. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61fn633SuI/AAAAAAAAC9M/IUWi3AMAXyA/s1600/P3131552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61fn633SuI/AAAAAAAAC9M/IUWi3AMAXyA/s320/P3131552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loads of tempura prawns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61fyIHJ2QI/AAAAAAAAC9U/5Yk6UWaEQ4k/s1600/P3131553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61fyIHJ2QI/AAAAAAAAC9U/5Yk6UWaEQ4k/s320/P3131553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More Tempura stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61f7cW6WSI/AAAAAAAAC9c/DMeYtzSgQk8/s1600/P3131555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61f7cW6WSI/AAAAAAAAC9c/DMeYtzSgQk8/s320/P3131555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tori Karaage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61ghjtuC9I/AAAAAAAAC9k/xaHPMWPKqNQ/s1600/P3131558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61ghjtuC9I/AAAAAAAAC9k/xaHPMWPKqNQ/s320/P3131558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ordered the mini octopus again because it was really good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61gtBm5cCI/AAAAAAAAC9s/AgluNR3Jj5U/s1600/P3131559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61gtBm5cCI/AAAAAAAAC9s/AgluNR3Jj5U/s320/P3131559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teriyakki Chicken on a stick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61hFg-r35I/AAAAAAAAC90/HEnEbM-R9yQ/s1600/P3131561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61hFg-r35I/AAAAAAAAC90/HEnEbM-R9yQ/s320/P3131561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some sushi roll thingie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61hZiQukkI/AAAAAAAAC98/p_dRXbnJDP4/s1600/P3131563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61hZiQukkI/AAAAAAAAC98/p_dRXbnJDP4/s320/P3131563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grilled Salmon and some other fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61hsnBf9nI/AAAAAAAAC-E/VbYok_6jbuI/s1600/P3131564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61hsnBf9nI/AAAAAAAAC-E/VbYok_6jbuI/s320/P3131564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I so did not ordered the gizzard and stuff. It was my bf. He eats weird stuff. hahaha :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61p2f9BqVI/AAAAAAAAC-U/27h_X1jFAGI/s1600/P3131565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61p2f9BqVI/AAAAAAAAC-U/27h_X1jFAGI/s320/P3131565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just found this picture funny. haha :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61qOTwaAHI/AAAAAAAAC-c/P9NUjVf3rfk/s1600/P3131567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61qOTwaAHI/AAAAAAAAC-c/P9NUjVf3rfk/s320/P3131567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A better one =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61qWcwMrlI/AAAAAAAAC-k/b_9NpWp5glY/s1600/P3131568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61qWcwMrlI/AAAAAAAAC-k/b_9NpWp5glY/s320/P3131568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Annie has always been the camera woman of the group! Without her around there were lesser pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61qlWa-G3I/AAAAAAAAC-s/Z2mifudlJAM/s1600/P3131570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61qlWa-G3I/AAAAAAAAC-s/Z2mifudlJAM/s320/P3131570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61qvSa5vUI/AAAAAAAAC-0/JWv5Nyd_PNc/s1600/P3131572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61qvSa5vUI/AAAAAAAAC-0/JWv5Nyd_PNc/s320/P3131572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture comprises of the people whom made a difference in my college life and who showed me that real friends do exist. When I'm with them, I'm always happy and I am myself. There's no&amp;nbsp;pretense. They're the ones who've seen me being stupid, who've seen me cry, who've seen me mad, who've seen me being crazy...most of the sides of me people don't see and yet we're still friends. haha. My bf is also in that category because I met him in college as well =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61r-ahFVII/AAAAAAAAC-8/TyekgSrpsiA/s1600/P3131580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61r-ahFVII/AAAAAAAAC-8/TyekgSrpsiA/s320/P3131580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the room's balcony there were 3 Ninja swords, so as usual cam-whorers (especially Annie) we took it and made stupid poses with it. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61sLIIF3UI/AAAAAAAAC_E/mXm44SMfM0I/s1600/P3131581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61sLIIF3UI/AAAAAAAAC_E/mXm44SMfM0I/s320/P3131581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is awesome. Multi-tasking suicide while on the phone. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61sUlYeQBI/AAAAAAAAC_M/7KvFZEH-WZE/s1600/P3131582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61sUlYeQBI/AAAAAAAAC_M/7KvFZEH-WZE/s320/P3131582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61s9hx4Z6I/AAAAAAAAC_c/3UyU_Wq_I3o/s1600/P3131598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61s9hx4Z6I/AAAAAAAAC_c/3UyU_Wq_I3o/s320/P3131598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the view from our room. Isn't it beautiful? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61tG1-W97I/AAAAAAAAC_k/pCot_ETuh-s/s1600/P3131607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61tG1-W97I/AAAAAAAAC_k/pCot_ETuh-s/s320/P3131607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us, with the expensive kimono backdrop in front of our room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61tQHAiH7I/AAAAAAAAC_s/dRrGJp7BDAA/s1600/P3131560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61tQHAiH7I/AAAAAAAAC_s/dRrGJp7BDAA/s320/P3131560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor ninja was forced to stop and pose with the plate for us to take a picture of him. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61sf7pmBmI/AAAAAAAAC_U/YxIupACgXS8/s1600/P3131586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61sf7pmBmI/AAAAAAAAC_U/YxIupACgXS8/s320/P3131586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61taZedOMI/AAAAAAAAC_0/GTLWGgR4YBU/s1600/P3131614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61taZedOMI/AAAAAAAAC_0/GTLWGgR4YBU/s320/P3131614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The birthday girl pictures which I took! *proud of myself* :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61veFmR_QI/AAAAAAAADAM/5zXX-QiXUOk/s1600/P3131617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61veFmR_QI/AAAAAAAADAM/5zXX-QiXUOk/s320/P3131617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61wWDHOQHI/AAAAAAAADAU/9Vxo3LLLMNI/s1600/P3131622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61wWDHOQHI/AAAAAAAADAU/9Vxo3LLLMNI/s320/P3131622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us before leaving the restaurant. I had a wonderful time with everyone. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-6941107084338753944?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6941107084338753944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=6941107084338753944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/6941107084338753944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/6941107084338753944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/03/annies-belated-birthday-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S61btW9KSaI/AAAAAAAAC8U/Un4T74BUjWo/s72-c/P3131627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-1224766759473653062</id><published>2010-03-15T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:00:13.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First time blogging through my BB! Just testing it out :)&lt;br /&gt;Have been abandoning my poor blog for so long :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall just make some short updates for the time being before I post a full-fledged blog post. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Around 2 weeks ago I had some sort of fever for several days..and on the 4th day my fever became so high I found it difficult to walk..scary! My parents immediately brought me to the clinic to get a referral for sjmc. At sjmc they had to  put me on a wheelchair.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting FOREVER the doc finally came around to take a look at my condition.&lt;br /&gt;'It could be dengue' he said. And told my mom that I should stay in the hospital for further observation. Honestly excluding the time I was born, I never stayed in a hospital before and I was really afraid of drips because the needle looked HUGE. However, during the 4 days stay in the hospital I can proudly say I'm no longer afraid of drips or any needles for that matter because I must've been poked about a billion times till I had bruises. The doc confirmed I had dengue but thank God I recovered quickly. Staying in the hospital was such a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to thank my bf and family for being so patient with me..for bringing me food and stuff everyday..my ever loving bf who stayed with me every night while I was there..he must've been so tired from those nights because no one could possibly sleep well on those kinda hospital chair. I love u darling..thank you for being sooo caring :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to thank the ppl for visiting me and all the well wishes! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is so overdue..but..oh well. Better than none :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update a post on annie's birthday celebration at the awesome Ninja Jones soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-1224766759473653062?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1224766759473653062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=1224766759473653062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1224766759473653062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1224766759473653062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-time-blogging-through-my-bb-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-7532997472869081795</id><published>2010-02-21T19:25:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:19:13.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Belated Valentines &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;on 20 Feb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JqDlA6WHI/AAAAAAAAC5k/qUyd85CjpoU/s1600-h/P2200900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JqDlA6WHI/AAAAAAAAC5k/qUyd85CjpoU/s320/P2200900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since he wasn't here on Valentines Day it self..we postponed it to the following week. It's my first time celebrating Valentines with him =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He gave me some options for dinner..but I decided to pick Dubrovnik Restaurant located in Solaris Mont Kiara. The other restaurants will be saved for our "other celebrations" (for eg: birthday, anniversary..hehe).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reason I picked Dubrovnik was because..I've never tried &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Croatian cuisine &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the pictures..the environment fitted my "ideal restaurant for Valentines" perfectly. I prefer restaurants with fewer tables which&amp;nbsp;exudes&amp;nbsp;exclusivity of the place, dim lights and a romantic ambiance. Plus, the food there are so reasonably priced! Especially since it's the ONLY Croatian cuisine in Malaysia. You could check their menu on their website :&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.dubrovnikrestaurantkl.com/about"&gt;Dubrovnik Restaurant [Click]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I went there..I didn't know what to expect.. well..because, you know the case of "lying pictures"? Yeah, that was what I was afraid of. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the fact that it was located in Mont Kiara made me trust the place more because it's always so pretty over there anyway. Even the police has Lancers as their patrol cars. We saw one while we were on the way to the restaurant. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4Ju-VaPlrI/AAAAAAAAC7k/4LHCAfNxy2k/s1600-h/Dubrovnik-Entrance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4Ju-VaPlrI/AAAAAAAAC7k/4LHCAfNxy2k/s320/Dubrovnik-Entrance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JvJnnYr8I/AAAAAAAAC7s/REAtalZHH30/s1600-h/Dubrovnik-Interior.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JvJnnYr8I/AAAAAAAAC7s/REAtalZHH30/s320/Dubrovnik-Interior.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above are some pictures of the restaurant..which I stole online! Couldn't get such clear pictures because we went at night..and I didn't want to look "paria" by snapping pictures of the place with FLASH. Would've been so obvious. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darling booked a place for us at 8pm..when we arrived they led us to this table for 2. They had this small candle thingie. Aw, how sweet. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JqjAhVIHI/AAAAAAAAC5s/DxB1HCb2LYk/s1600-h/P2200901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JqjAhVIHI/AAAAAAAAC5s/DxB1HCb2LYk/s320/P2200901.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JrNLVB31I/AAAAAAAAC58/ikAlXmAtymI/s1600-h/P2200903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JrNLVB31I/AAAAAAAAC58/ikAlXmAtymI/s320/P2200903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Upstairs they had approximately 8 tables I think? Some had 2 seating while some were for a capacity of 6 people. It was a small area..but it was so cozy..loved it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JrVwV7_DI/AAAAAAAAC6E/y8agRaaxMug/s1600-h/P2200911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JrVwV7_DI/AAAAAAAAC6E/y8agRaaxMug/s320/P2200911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JrlgRf6FI/AAAAAAAAC6M/_aE5YmFdHfM/s1600-h/P2200914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JrlgRf6FI/AAAAAAAAC6M/_aE5YmFdHfM/s320/P2200914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh! And they gave us this starter..which was bread and some sort of salsa thing..it was uber delicious! I love salsa-ish stuff. So addicted to it. Tabasco too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JryMXy_yI/AAAAAAAAC6U/4BZazngxsUE/s1600-h/P2200917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JryMXy_yI/AAAAAAAAC6U/4BZazngxsUE/s320/P2200917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4Jr3fBIRUI/AAAAAAAAC6c/xTBtLY5Cff4/s1600-h/P2200919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4Jr3fBIRUI/AAAAAAAAC6c/xTBtLY5Cff4/s320/P2200919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While waiting for the food, I had nothing else better to do, I forced him to take weird pictures with me.&amp;nbsp;Enlarged&amp;nbsp;eyes, zoomed in face to&amp;nbsp;mimic the look of an alien. :p&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4Jr_MSX9XI/AAAAAAAAC6k/fepmRt49Qbw/s1600-h/P2200906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4Jr_MSX9XI/AAAAAAAAC6k/fepmRt49Qbw/s320/P2200906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JsFXIJ4sI/AAAAAAAAC6s/tN5iK4fpyG0/s1600-h/P2200924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JsFXIJ4sI/AAAAAAAAC6s/tN5iK4fpyG0/s320/P2200924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I decided to take pics of the Menu and the pepper/salt shaker too. haha. So now you know how it looks like! Lame, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JsM8HcACI/AAAAAAAAC60/B_v7USG4-hI/s1600-h/P2200925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JsM8HcACI/AAAAAAAAC60/B_v7USG4-hI/s320/P2200925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do not ask me the name of the dishes because I seriously cannot recall right now. They have all sorts of names for their dishes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JsTseBixI/AAAAAAAAC68/jgxAtSI5XVA/s1600-h/P2200928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JsTseBixI/AAAAAAAAC68/jgxAtSI5XVA/s320/P2200928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was all really yummy though. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JsabMS-aI/AAAAAAAAC7E/XksfjanhAxw/s1600-h/P2200937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JsabMS-aI/AAAAAAAAC7E/XksfjanhAxw/s320/P2200937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JsujjA7zI/AAAAAAAAC7c/McHM7rhwOok/s1600-h/P2200894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JsujjA7zI/AAAAAAAAC7c/McHM7rhwOok/s320/P2200894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4Jsg_m2MAI/AAAAAAAAC7M/gpJ9ekvQ5DE/s1600-h/P2200938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4Jsg_m2MAI/AAAAAAAAC7M/gpJ9ekvQ5DE/s320/P2200938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JsmWUY_9I/AAAAAAAAC7U/eFWiMkLcYow/s1600-h/P2200940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JsmWUY_9I/AAAAAAAAC7U/eFWiMkLcYow/s320/P2200940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had Baskin Robbins after that. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks dear for the dinner and all. I liked it very much =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Btw, the restaurant is highly recommended!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-7532997472869081795?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7532997472869081795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=7532997472869081795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7532997472869081795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7532997472869081795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/02/belated-valentines-dinner-on-20-feb.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S4JqDlA6WHI/AAAAAAAAC5k/qUyd85CjpoU/s72-c/P2200900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-3710083774734761649</id><published>2010-02-15T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:07:28.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3gdTyNW0jI/AAAAAAAAC48/03fLyAew8Iw/s1600-h/P2130797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3gdTyNW0jI/AAAAAAAAC48/03fLyAew8Iw/s320/P2130797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't go back to my hometown this CNY (again)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celebrated the day at home instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa was at my house and my parents whipped up a lot of delicious food!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heart CNY food. Somehow it seems extra delicious. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3gd2EfW46I/AAAAAAAAC5E/02c1SW7DMEk/s1600-h/P2140835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3gd2EfW46I/AAAAAAAAC5E/02c1SW7DMEk/s320/P2140835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today (14th Feb) we went out to 1U for a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been awhile since I went out with my family for a movie..so yeah, it was fun. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3gd-ZQvjLI/AAAAAAAAC5M/dYi010fgFKA/s1600-h/P2140847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3gd-ZQvjLI/AAAAAAAAC5M/dYi010fgFKA/s320/P2140847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess where's this taken? hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's at the 1U GSC...were kinda bored waiting outside the cinema hall..so me and my sisters decided to take pics with the cushion seat..cause we found it suitable for picture taking. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3gegYfNoQI/AAAAAAAAC5U/VxhywCN_lDs/s1600-h/P2140846.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3gegYfNoQI/AAAAAAAAC5U/VxhywCN_lDs/s320/P2140846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I rarely get to wear this cheongsam! The only time I actually wore this was for the Ms. Oriental thingie which was AGES ago. Today, before I put it on, I was so afraid I wouldn't fit because I thought I've gained weight since the last time. As I remembered, this cheongsam used to fit my body size perfectly. And I'm using the measurements of the cheongsam to determine my "fatness".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said to myself, "the day I can't fit into this cheongsam..is the day I'd declare myself overweight".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3gfNDRHAgI/AAAAAAAAC5c/C9yLKOnZdP4/s1600-h/P2140849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3gfNDRHAgI/AAAAAAAAC5c/C9yLKOnZdP4/s320/P2140849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok yeah, I added the heart at my thighs because my skirt went up a tad bit too high in the picture and I deem it inappropriate to be posted in public without something to cover it up. I could almost see my ass in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crap-ness=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, Happy Chinese New Year Everyone!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-3710083774734761649?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3710083774734761649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=3710083774734761649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/3710083774734761649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/3710083774734761649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year-i-didnt-go-back-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3gdTyNW0jI/AAAAAAAAC48/03fLyAew8Iw/s72-c/P2130797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-3609196106575234719</id><published>2010-02-14T00:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T10:37:01.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;[Happy Valentines Day....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;..my Darling]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the first time we are going to celebrate Valentines together..and although you are not physically here at the moment on the day itself..I just wanted to post about the progress of our happy relationship and the joy you brought to me the moment you came into my life. Yes, even as a friend. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I stepped into the class in January 2009 for my final year of degree..I never knew what to expect from the class. All I knew was the fact that I'm in a new class where I practically know no one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would I be lonely?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would I be a cast off because everyone already had their cliques within the class?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was prepared. Prepared to be on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the previous failed relationships and failed dates I had from the past year (2008) I really didn't want to get involved with anyone and planned to go on the path of a single and independent person instead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I figured that I didn't want or need a bf because guys lie, cheat and most of the time, they're just full of bulls*hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah, I began 2009 with a smile on my face, with the past behind me. I opened my eyes to the wide road ahead of me and was prepared as well as acceptive of all the challenges and obstacles life was in store for me. I had an aim for that year.. and it was to achieve a 1st class(Hons) for my degree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the class, I made a new circle of friends. I found that I was in a good class for my final year in Uni. Some of the people were competitive (in a good way), but boy, everyone sure knew how to have fun. The first time we all went out as a group was on April 16 '09. It was the last paper for our finals and we wanted to celebrate. So, &lt;b&gt;Genting&lt;/b&gt; was the easiest plan to achieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3anw5fOc2I/AAAAAAAAC18/af4Vi4nNezE/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3anw5fOc2I/AAAAAAAAC18/af4Vi4nNezE/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was our very first picture together.. I was so clueless then. At the time while I was still in the "hating guys" stage, I never knew, my future was standing right beside me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our group of friends were awesome people. We often had plans over the weekends and we always went places together. One of them was a &lt;b&gt;swimming + movie&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;session at Jaynee's place. We had so much fun that night...and I remember you and your taiwan sausage. haha. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3an2o3c_tI/AAAAAAAAC2E/NTiloINtkFA/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3an2o3c_tI/AAAAAAAAC2E/NTiloINtkFA/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, that was us in the pool! I didn't remember standing next to you..but yeah, it so happened that we were..hehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few days after that swimming session, we actually went to &lt;b&gt;Malacca&lt;/b&gt; with Yen and Sean. It was "almost" like a double date apart from the fact that I was always trying to keep a distance from you..."just in case" you know? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aoJp9_3kI/AAAAAAAAC2U/4VnR8g1LHEU/s1600-h/P5031249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aoJp9_3kI/AAAAAAAAC2U/4VnR8g1LHEU/s320/P5031249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aoOUGukNI/AAAAAAAAC2c/VBgJBJaqIz4/s1600-h/P5031208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aoOUGukNI/AAAAAAAAC2c/VBgJBJaqIz4/s320/P5031208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I sat next to you in the car that day..and you were sleeping all the way to Malacca. Me and Yen almost left you in the car while we went off to eat! hahaha. You were also my personal photographer of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the night while we were coming back from Malacca to Subang where you kind of saw who I really was. Instead of the usual quieter (or some people may say that I look snobbish) self, I was being random and stupid. I remember you saying, "on the outside you look like some cover of a cleo magazine, but on the inside you are so different". I remembered that so clearly, I don't even know why. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh! And I remembered your horrible experience with the baba nonya uncle at a shop along Jonker Strip. You were molested! hahahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And can you believe it? After a week, we had yet ANOTHER &lt;b&gt;swimming session.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3an9kHML3I/AAAAAAAAC2M/efKrh_y1PtI/s1600-h/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3an9kHML3I/AAAAAAAAC2M/efKrh_y1PtI/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This time, we had a closer and nicer picture. I haven't liked you yet though! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our "cuti-cuti Malaysia" trip was awesome. We continued by having a trip to &lt;b&gt;Bukit Tinggi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3a-f2fJQ_I/AAAAAAAAC4s/m8GM3Fx-ysA/s1600-h/P5231409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3a-f2fJQ_I/AAAAAAAAC4s/m8GM3Fx-ysA/s320/P5231409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow, we always traveled in the same car. Did you plan that on purpose dear? haha. jk. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best of all was probably our Graduation Trip when we went to &lt;b&gt;Redang Island.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aoU8MIq5I/AAAAAAAAC2k/ehkjs8enJ4s/s1600-h/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aoU8MIq5I/AAAAAAAAC2k/ehkjs8enJ4s/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart was still shut tightly closed and I still viewed you as a normal friend..a friend whom I could never be together with because you were a "friend" material to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aoZKtUN5I/AAAAAAAAC2s/DTAFIx56A1s/s1600-h/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aoZKtUN5I/AAAAAAAAC2s/DTAFIx56A1s/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were on the very far left while I was on the far right of the picture. Ironic much? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aock0E_3I/AAAAAAAAC20/oX6Xr1MaMe0/s1600-h/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aock0E_3I/AAAAAAAAC20/oX6Xr1MaMe0/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aoh0QVKDI/AAAAAAAAC28/_kx1RoFxzA8/s1600-h/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aoh0QVKDI/AAAAAAAAC28/_kx1RoFxzA8/s320/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again, you were THE photographer. haha. The left was a picture you took for me, while on the right was a picture I took for you. And that was my silver bag you so willingly helped to carry. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aopF-siPI/AAAAAAAAC3E/OunWohc96yY/s1600-h/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aopF-siPI/AAAAAAAAC3E/OunWohc96yY/s320/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was so&amp;nbsp;unintentional..it was a hot day at the beach and Yen wanted to go to "Mo Mo Cha" so we had to walk there..I brought my umbrella but you were trying to "offer your help" by holding the umbrella for me..but the fact was..you wanted the shade too! I knew it!!! haha. We were both pushing each other in a joking way to get more shade from the umbrella. But did you notice something from the picture dear? We were already in a shaded area. I didn't notice that 'till I saw this picture again. Somehow we were always drawn together isn't it? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aouKg6rCI/AAAAAAAAC3M/1sTKmocvvRQ/s1600-h/10(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aouKg6rCI/AAAAAAAAC3M/1sTKmocvvRQ/s320/10(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were both just staring out at the sea at this point...and I didn't know Yen snapped a picture of us. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3ao0Clo2RI/AAAAAAAAC3U/haxUKosPOYE/s1600-h/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3ao0Clo2RI/AAAAAAAAC3U/haxUKosPOYE/s320/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coincidentally you also wore a huge red shirt to sleep. I remember us "arguing" about "who wore the red shirt first". hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3ao-_lwB3I/AAAAAAAAC3c/Wn3xPC-3iyc/s1600-h/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3ao-_lwB3I/AAAAAAAAC3c/Wn3xPC-3iyc/s320/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then there was the night were a few of us decided to lie on the beach and chill while "singing MJ songs" to pay our tribute..haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After Redang, we mainly hung around Subang...watching movies at RJ's house..playing Wii..going for "yumcha's"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started falling for you when you showed me that you could care for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was coughing, you kept reminding me to take the cough syrup..and there was this one night where you really made me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That night, you sent me home..and straight after that, you sent me a text.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Remember to drink more water and take your cough medicine" you said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I said " yesss.. I will.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Take picture and MMS to me to prove it! " you replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only that..while we were out..the moment I coughed, you had the automatic reflex of reaching out to the cup of warm water and putting it in my hands for me to drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was smiling to myself then. I never thought that this guy would be able to care like that. Yes, it was just one sms, and..giving me water.. it was such a simple thing. But I could feel the genuine care from you and that was when I started to develop feelings for you. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During that course of a month or so, I kept asking myself "Am I really falling for Chan Heng or is it just a passing phase?" I was so unsure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What made me notice that I was really falling for you was on KWL's birthday..where I got mad at you for some reason. We didn't talk for the entire night and you looked so down. I realised that I hated seeing you unhappy..and when you were unhappy, I was too. You may not have noticed..but my feelings for you grew from that day on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On my birthday, you wrote on the plate..with the leftover chocolate from my piece of the birthday cake, "I love you". But I was so busy talking to the rest of the people, I didn't notice until the very last minute when the waiter came and took it away. I pretended not to have noticed but I was so happy on the inside (you know how egoistic I can be sometimes..)...you were circling your fingers gently around my hand...and I felt flutters of butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't stop thinking about you that night. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During my birthday celebration..you presented me an Elle watch..I loved it alot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aqpcMG1lI/AAAAAAAAC4U/jC-PMCN6yoM/s1600-h/10734_267707855544_561740544_8687229_5671995_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aqpcMG1lI/AAAAAAAAC4U/jC-PMCN6yoM/s320/10734_267707855544_561740544_8687229_5671995_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture&amp;nbsp;immortalized&amp;nbsp;the moment where I hugged you and thanked you for the best gift I've ever received...you. =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our relationship progressed so quickly after that..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always felt that I've known you for the longest time..and because of that, I've always been comfortable with you. There was no need for pretence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3apN9mV9HI/AAAAAAAAC3k/abuv05zpb_c/s1600-h/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3apN9mV9HI/AAAAAAAAC3k/abuv05zpb_c/s320/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture of us at the Grand Millenium during Boon's birthday celebration. You were pretending to ignore me. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Halloween, we went to Malacca again..this time it was with your group of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aq3xxs6cI/AAAAAAAAC4c/LOhhpw6F-pg/s1600-h/12767_165916493167_524278167_2772961_8281713_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aq3xxs6cI/AAAAAAAAC4c/LOhhpw6F-pg/s320/12767_165916493167_524278167_2772961_8281713_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3apbOBDEKI/AAAAAAAAC3s/wvtxmQBBmSg/s1600-h/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3apbOBDEKI/AAAAAAAAC3s/wvtxmQBBmSg/s320/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To sum it up..it was the first time I celebrated Halloween and it was the most amazing experience I've ever had dear. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was looking forward to our graduation together because..hey, not many people get to graduate with their bf! It would be such a special experience we could share together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3apqlarHqI/AAAAAAAAC30/V6o8UaYAgLw/s1600-h/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3apqlarHqI/AAAAAAAAC30/V6o8UaYAgLw/s320/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After 4 years of studying in Foundation and Degree..we were finally graduates. I managed to achieve the 1st class I was aiming for and got an even better addition to it. I didn't expect to find love that year..but I guess it found me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3apwArRq6I/AAAAAAAAC38/TYp8mV_Ci5Q/s1600-h/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3apwArRq6I/AAAAAAAAC38/TYp8mV_Ci5Q/s320/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture we took before we went up to &lt;b&gt;Little Genting &lt;/b&gt;on&amp;nbsp;the night of our convocation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also celebrated some of the other major celebrations together last year..which was Christmas and New Year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3ap8975cEI/AAAAAAAAC4E/daYolf1CtaI/s1600-h/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3ap8975cEI/AAAAAAAAC4E/daYolf1CtaI/s320/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken at the park we went after the Christmas dinner with my family. I added a sparkle to your hands because it signifies your magic touch. Everytime you hugged me or held my hands, I would feel so protected and at peace..and I'd feel so sure that no matter what comes my way..I know that you are my castle walls who will keep me safe and warm. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3arNQSMs0I/AAAAAAAAC4k/Y-sOtM7dEqs/s1600-h/15835_209209677834_770942834_4097171_724552_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3arNQSMs0I/AAAAAAAAC4k/Y-sOtM7dEqs/s320/15835_209209677834_770942834_4097171_724552_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember &lt;b&gt;Tambun&lt;/b&gt;? It was so fun strolling with you and playing the water slides as though we were kids. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3bJJolSO5I/AAAAAAAAC40/Yf3O53ZORY8/s1600-h/PC311718.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3bJJolSO5I/AAAAAAAAC40/Yf3O53ZORY8/s320/PC311718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During New Year, you had so many chicken wings you didn't want to eat chicken wings for a few weeks after that. haha! We spent the night together with the rest of my family in my house..playing mahjong. It was a relaxing way of ushering the new year. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aqAsfzGRI/AAAAAAAAC4M/PincJKhJ1jo/s1600-h/18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3aqAsfzGRI/AAAAAAAAC4M/PincJKhJ1jo/s320/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of the latest picture of us at my sister's birthday celebration! Your head looks so big here..but I find it cute..just like an egg..while my head is hidden so far behind. What a contrast. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This marks the end of the row of pictures..and although there were others I may have not blogged about..it doesn't mean that I've forgotten ok? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reason I decided to blog about our story this way was because I wanted to tell our story..as real as it could possibly be. From the days we hadn't had a clue about what would happen in the future, to where we stand together today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember the words you said the night I cried to you and told you about my heartaches. You said, "Forget about it...because it's just me and you against the world". It made me laugh because I clearly knew it was a line you picked the movie we saw just the day before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After I laughed at your little joke, I looked at you again, and asked.. "really?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You looked into my eyes and said, "Yes really." You assured me that... Even if there is a day where everyone out there is against me, you would be there beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darling, I want you to know that..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if there is a time you feel that no one cares, I would still care for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if there is a time you think that you've failed, I would still cheer you on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if there is a time where you feel lonely, I would be right next to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if there is a time you need faith and someone to rely on, I will be the one you can count on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if there is a time where you need assurance, I would still believe in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And most of all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if ever there is a time you feel unloved, please know that I still love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's us against the world&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..I dedicate this song to you dear. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Us against the world&lt;br /&gt;Against the world&lt;br /&gt;Us against the world&lt;br /&gt;Against the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;You and I, we’ve been at it so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I still got the strongest fire&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;You and I, we still know how to talk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know how to walk that wire&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes I feel like The world is against me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your voice, baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what saves me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're together I feel so invincible&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Cause &lt;b&gt;it's us against the world&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me against them all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to these words&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that we are standing tall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever see the day that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't catch you when you fall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's us against the world&lt;/b&gt; tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Us against the world&lt;br /&gt;Against the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;There’ll be days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be on different sides but&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t last too long&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find ways to get it on track&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know how to turn back on&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes I feel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t keep it together&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you hold me close&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you make it better&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m with you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel so unbreakable&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Cause it's us against the world&lt;br /&gt;You and me against them all&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to these words&lt;br /&gt;Know that we are standing tall&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever see the day that&lt;br /&gt;I won't catch you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's us against the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We’re not gonna break&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we both still believe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know what we’ve got&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we’ve got what we need alright&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;We’re doing something right...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Cause it's us against the world&lt;br /&gt;You and me against them all&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to these words&lt;br /&gt;Know that we are standing tall&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever see the day that&lt;br /&gt;I won't catch you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's us against the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us against the world&lt;br /&gt;You and me against them all&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to these words&lt;br /&gt;Know that we are standing tall&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever see the day that&lt;br /&gt;I won't catch you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;Us against the world&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s Us against the world, baby&lt;br /&gt;Us against the world&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Us against the world&lt;br /&gt;Against the world&lt;br /&gt;Us against the world&amp;nbsp;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you darling,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now and Always...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-3609196106575234719?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3609196106575234719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=3609196106575234719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/3609196106575234719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/3609196106575234719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3anw5fOc2I/AAAAAAAAC18/af4Vi4nNezE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-4709830338079029279</id><published>2010-02-12T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:43:06.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know this is super random..but..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I LOST my TOP (again)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3VVCG-FLVI/AAAAAAAAC10/XGBx9BWTrM4/s1600-h/P9070992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3VVCG-FLVI/AAAAAAAAC10/XGBx9BWTrM4/s320/P9070992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I remember wearing this top a couple of times before it vanished forever. I think my cupboard has this "clothes disappearing" capability because the clothes I wear tend to disappear after awhile. what in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apart from that...a big WOOOOOHHOOOO!!!! to the Holidays yo! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While working today...the super nice GM came over and said she gave us the permission to leave at 4.30pm. *tears of joy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah, of course I left at 4.30. lol. Most of the people were going home anyway. =Pp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that means..I have a total of 4 days holiday! (Inclusive of Sat and Sun &lt;i&gt;la.&lt;/i&gt;..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;CNY and Valentines is on the same day this year...could be a good or bad thing depending on how you look at it. haha. The good thing is, I've already planned to celebrate V Day probably a week later anyway..because that way, my bf can save on the dinner (and flowers. ahem ahem). Yup, I've decided to help him save. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-4709830338079029279?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4709830338079029279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=4709830338079029279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/4709830338079029279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/4709830338079029279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-know-this-is-super-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S3VVCG-FLVI/AAAAAAAAC10/XGBx9BWTrM4/s72-c/P9070992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-7794223174304924217</id><published>2010-01-31T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:22:26.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went for my sister's belated dinner last weekend at Grand Imperial USJ 19. So it was kinda like, 2 times of Grand Imperial in a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The pros about Grand Imperial : Good food, Nice ambience, Excellent service, Free Karaoke if you're in the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Con: Price (duh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We should've gone with the package deal but nooo my youngest sister insisted on a per bowl shark fin soup which was a lot more costly compared to the normal ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S25pkWt2KAI/AAAAAAAAC1k/xvUxDfkKrnE/s1600-h/P1311733.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S25pkWt2KAI/AAAAAAAAC1k/xvUxDfkKrnE/s320/P1311733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture of my mom and dad......and my second sis was being a nuisance by forcing herself to be in the picture. hahaha! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S25oe3JQFEI/AAAAAAAAC1U/PPsxWHxkwn4/s1600-h/P1311726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S25oe3JQFEI/AAAAAAAAC1U/PPsxWHxkwn4/s320/P1311726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture of me and the "bfs"! The one of the left is mine. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And on the right...my youngest sister's bf. Doesn't his head looks sooo tiny?? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S25ot0qPoMI/AAAAAAAAC1c/xBOY1canTgo/s1600-h/P1310746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S25ot0qPoMI/AAAAAAAAC1c/xBOY1canTgo/s320/P1310746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My second sis was enjoying the shark fin so much she decided to "pao" my youngest sister's bowl of soup too. tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S25qzmympeI/AAAAAAAAC1s/swIL7WBvbFE/s1600-h/P1310752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S25qzmympeI/AAAAAAAAC1s/swIL7WBvbFE/s320/P1310752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course..my favourite dish...the suckling piglet! It was so delicious...... I think I could eat a whole piglet on my own. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the dinner, my parents left and me+sisters+bfs stayed behind to sing! Karaoke was fun. It's been such a long time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like my darling's theme song "I'm a slave for you by Britney Spears". hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-7794223174304924217?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7794223174304924217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=7794223174304924217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7794223174304924217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7794223174304924217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-so-backdated.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S25pkWt2KAI/AAAAAAAAC1k/xvUxDfkKrnE/s72-c/P1311733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-482830373849049231</id><published>2010-01-30T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:27:52.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S2RKsRkVkJI/AAAAAAAAC1M/hBeGzxVA0rw/s1600-h/20533_291868801352_539261352_3936494_8108069_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S2RKsRkVkJI/AAAAAAAAC1M/hBeGzxVA0rw/s320/20533_291868801352_539261352_3936494_8108069_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is sooo dead. I can't believe the last time I updated was on the 19th of Jan. That's like almost half a month ago. haha. I've been working everyday...jamming back everyday..easier said. Everyday's passing by kinda fast these days. Everything's in a whirl. Glad that my job is fun though. :)&lt;br /&gt;The pic above was taken about 2 days ago at the Bangsar Shopping Center. The whole of CPD (Consumer Products Division) had a farewell for our GM who is stepping down soon. Had our dinner at Grand Imperial and oh my...I never expected so many tables to be present because... us MT's were told to present a song+dance with the title "I Will Survive". hahaha. Was SO nervous before our 'lil 'Presentation". Btw, they picked that song for us. Wonder why huh? :p&lt;br /&gt;A pair from the previous batch of MT's sang to "Good girls gone bad" and I must say, it was awesomeee! The girl really has a lot of similarities to Paris Hilton (looks wise, I'm sure she's alot smarter than the bimbo character Paris portrays). She's like the chinese version of Paris Hilton. lol!&lt;br /&gt;Well...in summary, the night was just fantastic. We got to see how the people are really like when they let lose and I must say, they are a fun bunch. Yes, even the top management people! They work hard and play hard. I'd like to be like that. &amp;nbsp;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...hmm *taps keyboard*&lt;br /&gt;*thinks what to type*&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And it's my youngest sister's (Andrea) birthday celebration tomorrow! Her original day of birthday's on 26th of Jan but we've decided to celebrate it tomorrow instead. Yummy...I'm going back to Grand Imperial again..but this time it's the one at the USJ 19 Mall. Newly opened I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY to my BABY sister (again)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of work..&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently back in the office..attached to Key Accounts for 2 weeks. I'm brushing up on my excel...and I just realised that I totally suck at excel big time. There's so many functions and ways to use it that I think I'd have to use it everyday in order to remember it. So people! LEARN how to use the excel because no matter what position you're at in the future, in the office, it's gonna help you save a lot of time in terms of sorting out your datas. I'm serious. Start learning now (and not just auto sum okay), so you won't have to suffer later. Trust me on this. Excel is not some useless thing &amp;nbsp;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least...updates on my relationship!&lt;br /&gt;Still very much in love with my darling and would continue loving him for a long looonnggg time (chose not to say "Forever" because "i love him forever" sounds too childish. Besides, there's no such thing as forever -.-). Enough said. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh..my eyes are getting dry........ *.*&lt;br /&gt;Time to go off...tatas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-482830373849049231?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/482830373849049231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=482830373849049231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/482830373849049231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/482830373849049231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-blog-is-sooo-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S2RKsRkVkJI/AAAAAAAAC1M/hBeGzxVA0rw/s72-c/20533_291868801352_539261352_3936494_8108069_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-7130671730152838710</id><published>2010-01-19T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:35:15.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;25th ANNIVERSARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S1WWqyGmIYI/AAAAAAAAC08/jbnSlMwHYMs/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S1WWqyGmIYI/AAAAAAAAC08/jbnSlMwHYMs/s320/GetAttachment.aspx+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the 12th of January it was my parent's 25th marriage anniversary! Wow! And after all these years they're still so loving... They're definitely the example of what I want my marriage to be in the future. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reason I'm blogging about this so late : Internet died on my laptop again. Apparently it works well with the rest of the com's in the house except mine. wth? The internet's being a prejudice! hmphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S1WWvLQXHqI/AAAAAAAAC1E/x1V9VwNf_7g/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx+(3).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S1WWvLQXHqI/AAAAAAAAC1E/x1V9VwNf_7g/s320/GetAttachment.aspx+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...in continuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad bought my mom this bouquet and that silver swinging chair with a couple on it which is supposed to represent them. Aww... My dad's so sweetly corny although they've been married for sooo many years. Bet my mom loves it. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my mom and dad so much. I'm pretty sure they're the best parents in the world because they've always lead a good example for my family and have never failed to shower us with love as well as the occasional material things that we need. Which is why, I, as a GOOD daughter have picked up all these good values to pass on to my family in the future! *ahem ahem* =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall continue with a longer post next time when I'm really really free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take care! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-7130671730152838710?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7130671730152838710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=7130671730152838710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7130671730152838710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7130671730152838710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/01/25th-anniversary-on-12th-of-january-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S1WWqyGmIYI/AAAAAAAAC08/jbnSlMwHYMs/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-6647891332537335800</id><published>2010-01-10T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:53:51.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;What Have I been DOING??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(I can't think of any other title. This is also a very late update)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While working in Khiel's for the past week or so, after Christmas everything slowed down because the hype of shopping was over, so we pretty much sat around and did whatever we could do. Eg: Pack, clean, talk to each other, stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0l0cFHDDFI/AAAAAAAACz8/jTBJmnS36SE/s1600/DSC00917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0l0cFHDDFI/AAAAAAAACz8/jTBJmnS36SE/s320/DSC00917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For me and Ashley (my partner at that time), it was to sit at the baby area, playing with baby toys and to read the "Change the world for a fiver" about a billion times. It's an interesting book though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0l1o9LQudI/AAAAAAAAC0E/Hnpq1RG4bA0/s1600-h/DSC00918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0l1o9LQudI/AAAAAAAAC0E/Hnpq1RG4bA0/s320/DSC00918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ignore the eye bags please. I've had the lack of sleep since work started. Am just getting used to waking up early. Also, ignore the ugly hair because I'm just too lazy to blow dry it in the morning. Plus, its better that way 'cause the hair doesn't annoy me by sticking all over my face throughout the day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0l5HePaj5I/AAAAAAAAC0M/RD7LB6-aU2w/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0l5HePaj5I/AAAAAAAAC0M/RD7LB6-aU2w/s320/DSC00914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0l8HipWCqI/AAAAAAAAC0U/8dNCFvo7Wwg/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0l8HipWCqI/AAAAAAAAC0U/8dNCFvo7Wwg/s320/DSC00915.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In most of the Khiel's boutique, there's a real Harley and since I could never ride a real Harley on the road, all I could do is sit on it and snap a picture and&amp;nbsp;visualize&amp;nbsp;myself swooshing through the high way in extreme speed. whhhoooo :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I went back to the Loreal office on 4th January-8th January but will be posted again to Midvalley for the next two weeks through several brands to learn more about the brands. Thank goodness I have the passion to learn about skin care and cosmetics, so every experience excites me a whole lot. haha. Will be going to Shu Uemura on 11-13th Jan. Woot. And personal grooming training on the 15th at the Lancome training center Bangsar! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Apart from that, I'm highly intrigued by this brand : Laneige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was so excited when I saw the packaging of their compact powder and although I don't really use compact powder anymore, I had to have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Might come in handy anyway. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At first glance, it looks like a slide phone 'cause the mirror's on the front!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And no, they didn't&amp;nbsp;originally&amp;nbsp;have the blings on the packaging but you could ask them to stick it on for you upon purchase because a sheet of bling/mini pearl stickers comes with it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0mdSROGIAI/AAAAAAAAC0k/BCXLVAj6OIs/s1600-h/P1101751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0mdSROGIAI/AAAAAAAAC0k/BCXLVAj6OIs/s320/P1101751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0md8A_duNI/AAAAAAAAC0s/EV-Gg5J--Dc/s1600-h/P1101753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0md8A_duNI/AAAAAAAAC0s/EV-Gg5J--Dc/s320/P1101753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When you slide it up you'd see the compact powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0me48jlvvI/AAAAAAAAC00/ciLZuBmbYoE/s1600-h/P1101754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0me48jlvvI/AAAAAAAAC00/ciLZuBmbYoE/s320/P1101754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the sponge is just right underneath. Neat! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah, basically I'm just excited over the packaging and I bought it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-6647891332537335800?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6647891332537335800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=6647891332537335800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/6647891332537335800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/6647891332537335800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-have-i-been-doing-i-cant-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0l0cFHDDFI/AAAAAAAACz8/jTBJmnS36SE/s72-c/DSC00917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-8361945955493170042</id><published>2010-01-08T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:06:25.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0cfIUiOsUI/AAAAAAAACz0/DgWorUOE63o/s1600-h/Weird.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0cfIUiOsUI/AAAAAAAACz0/DgWorUOE63o/s320/Weird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a lot of weird things in my 21 years in this world. Yes, I've seen impersonators, but this is the first time I actually saw someone who uses someone else's picture and is daring enough to add the REAL person who's in the picture. I must say, that person has balls or is just plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I do &lt;b&gt;not &lt;/b&gt;like people using my picture without my consent. So whoever that is, please stop being foolish. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-8361945955493170042?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8361945955493170042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=8361945955493170042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/8361945955493170042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/8361945955493170042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-seen-lot-of-weird-things-in-my-21.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/S0cfIUiOsUI/AAAAAAAACz0/DgWorUOE63o/s72-c/Weird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-184071721252073787</id><published>2010-01-01T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:33:59.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;010 is here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I told my bf yesterday, "All the sia sui stuff of 2009 shall be gone!" *throws confetti in the air* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1jAwoHajI/AAAAAAAACxs/Kq2JqQKc25Y/s1600-h/PC311674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1jAwoHajI/AAAAAAAACxs/Kq2JqQKc25Y/s320/PC311674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me supposedly pondering back into the year 2009. haha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So how was 2009 to me? Well, comparatively, it was better than 2006 all the way to 2008. I cried less And laughed more. I learned, I made friends, I graduated, I found a job, and...I fell in love with the most wonderful guy who loves me too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, the whole journey wasn't that simple but I figured that my blog have already recorded my whole life in 2009. So, if I'd like to go back to details, it's all in the archive. Ah, the usefulness of a blog. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1kQdZRYmI/AAAAAAAACx0/YoAJXIw7UjU/s1600-h/PC311679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1kQdZRYmI/AAAAAAAACx0/YoAJXIw7UjU/s320/PC311679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This may not be as important but, I've also almost met my 2009 resolution of getting better skin. In the past my face was filled with acne. It was basically a pimple garden. I used to cover it with super duper thick make up 'cause I couldn't face the world with such a hideous face. These days I still do have the&amp;nbsp;occasional break outs during my period but it isn't as many as "those days". haha. Plus, my darling is always reassuring me that I look fine so I guess I'm able to build self confidence because of him. I feel more confident these days even without make up. Plus, he's seen me lot's of times at home when I'm most "selekeh". And he still wants me. aww. &amp;nbsp;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1lSp8wINI/AAAAAAAACx8/SnCvhqc_Fps/s1600-h/PC311680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1lSp8wINI/AAAAAAAACx8/SnCvhqc_Fps/s320/PC311680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1lhsj_9AI/AAAAAAAACyE/KSOXFq-voaA/s1600-h/PC311686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1lhsj_9AI/AAAAAAAACyE/KSOXFq-voaA/s320/PC311686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1ltB4msII/AAAAAAAACyM/5px4WElUOts/s1600-h/PC311687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1ltB4msII/AAAAAAAACyM/5px4WElUOts/s320/PC311687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pictures above are pretty irrelevant. But I just wanted to post it because it's been a long long time since I last camwhored. Plus, I would like to remember how I looked like in 2009. You know, I've to record the whole ageing process. Every year I'm getting older. Before you know it I'd have to start using all the anti-ageing creams and stuff and getting all worried bout lines and wrinkles...etc. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall not dwell on the sad stuff about ageing and continue talking about my New Year celebration. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a family BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My darling and sister's bf - Chester was there. Second sis joined us as usual. She can mix with the bf's pretty well. Hope she'll meet the right one soon. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1mDHX7PCI/AAAAAAAACyU/fBdF4CweI_o/s1600-h/PC311690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1mDHX7PCI/AAAAAAAACyU/fBdF4CweI_o/s320/PC311690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made my own Jacket Potato!! *proud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at all the cheezy goodness. Mmmmm.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1syTTJSjI/AAAAAAAACzs/N8m4o_OUNWI/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1syTTJSjI/AAAAAAAACzs/N8m4o_OUNWI/s320/GetAttachment.aspx+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had prawns, squid, lamb, chicken, potatoes, corn, sausages. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1mXy8-BQI/AAAAAAAACyc/hO2Q9zsX6lA/s1600-h/PC311691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1mXy8-BQI/AAAAAAAACyc/hO2Q9zsX6lA/s320/PC311691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom and her 2 younger sisters. (Mom on the most left) I have plenty of other aunties and uncles from her side but only these 2 were the closest to her. Plus, we always invite them for everything. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1neivVYzI/AAAAAAAACyk/XVvaNAG-pDY/s1600-h/PC311692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1neivVYzI/AAAAAAAACyk/XVvaNAG-pDY/s320/PC311692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just had to pretend to be bbq-ing because it's a bbq. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My maid was doing most of the bbq-ing though. Wanted to help but she won't let me. I think she knew I was way too clumsy and had the potential to set the house of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, yesterday I burned myself a gazillion times. Dropped 3 chicken. 1st chicken landed on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The second time, I dropped 2 at the same time. 1 landed on the floor and the other landed on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IT BURNED. My thighs. Oh gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also burned my fingers several times while trying to peel the prawns, chicken, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1n6EKq1iI/AAAAAAAACys/ra_ixMsYspg/s1600-h/PC311702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1n6EKq1iI/AAAAAAAACys/ra_ixMsYspg/s320/PC311702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture of me, mum and my cutesy doggie Jolly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1oWCIw_pI/AAAAAAAACy0/EpIzVLm0Oxs/s1600-h/PC311703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1oWCIw_pI/AAAAAAAACy0/EpIzVLm0Oxs/s320/PC311703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my dad. Had to act all macho next to him with the arms folded to make the picture "macho-fied".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea what I just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1orVSXmcI/AAAAAAAACy8/U1zFiDe7iQA/s1600-h/PC311718.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1orVSXmcI/AAAAAAAACy8/U1zFiDe7iQA/s320/PC311718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1puDcIKJI/AAAAAAAACzE/GdvUc5RPrig/s1600-h/PC311723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1puDcIKJI/AAAAAAAACzE/GdvUc5RPrig/s320/PC311723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While we were eating, my sister was holding a bowl of grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it struck us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had the awesome-st idea for a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Chan Heng, go and lie down on the bench and act like a greek God while being fed grapes by slaves (Regina) and fanned by a Eunuch (Chester)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He lied down on the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sister used the black plastic bag which was supposedly a "majestic robe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*took picture*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reaction from All of us : ............................................... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He looks like a dead hamster!!!! L-O-L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1qjP7YakI/AAAAAAAACzM/rVdz_py7T4c/s1600-h/PC311726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1qjP7YakI/AAAAAAAACzM/rVdz_py7T4c/s320/PC311726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1q0Sp3h5I/AAAAAAAACzU/AnJiEnPdZp8/s1600-h/PC311727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1q0Sp3h5I/AAAAAAAACzU/AnJiEnPdZp8/s320/PC311727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like sparkling grape juice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We do not consume alcohol. Non of my family members does. It just doesn't run in the genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I practically hate the smell, the taste, the way it makes you look stupid after you're drunk. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1rPA6v4rI/AAAAAAAACzc/B_wT_6JWbY4/s1600-h/PC311746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1rPA6v4rI/AAAAAAAACzc/B_wT_6JWbY4/s320/PC311746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the bbq, we spent the night playing mahjong and watched a movie (License to Wed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a really great New Year celebration. It was chilling, fun and most of all, I get to be with everyone I love. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1sA-cXieI/AAAAAAAACzk/Lc9jPESZPbM/s1600-h/PC311738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1sA-cXieI/AAAAAAAACzk/Lc9jPESZPbM/s320/PC311738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-184071721252073787?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/184071721252073787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=184071721252073787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/184071721252073787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/184071721252073787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-010-is-here-like-i-told-my-bf.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sz1jAwoHajI/AAAAAAAACxs/Kq2JqQKc25Y/s72-c/PC311674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-7457513755643753491</id><published>2009-12-31T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:43:19.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;[The Very-Late Full-Update Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Previously I was typing half-heartedly because I was kinda pre-occupied with my show..hahaha. Anyway here's the "real" update. With pictures and everything. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us rewind the time back to Dec 19 2009 shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy and Daddy had a Christmas Masquerade dinner at their Church (Full Gospel Tabernacle) so they invited my aunts and uncles and of course me and my sister's friends (ok, we were allowed to bring only 1 person. My mom told me to bring Chan Heng specifically) to come along too. My youngest sister brought her bf, cute-boy Chester and my sister brought her girl friend Jia Yin (if I'm not mistaken).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwNsE1DfKI/AAAAAAAACuc/kxSDBuumdN0/s1600-h/PC191615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwNsE1DfKI/AAAAAAAACuc/kxSDBuumdN0/s320/PC191615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwOiGYrFKI/AAAAAAAACuk/xHbUflCSlBg/s1600-h/PC191612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwOiGYrFKI/AAAAAAAACuk/xHbUflCSlBg/s320/PC191612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He didn't really want to wear the mask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwOx5MY11I/AAAAAAAACus/yVTlG4Jc-sc/s1600-h/PC191613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwOx5MY11I/AAAAAAAACus/yVTlG4Jc-sc/s320/PC191613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and neither did I. But we both held it on for a few minutes just for Photography purposes. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwPLqjpHJI/AAAAAAAACu0/rcdJTU8qTI4/s1600-h/PC191608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwPLqjpHJI/AAAAAAAACu0/rcdJTU8qTI4/s320/PC191608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just thought I should have a decent picture of US before I move on with the post. hehe. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best part about the dinner was probably the roasted PIG and also the fact that my dad won a lucky draw. We don't usually win lucky draws. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the roasted pig: It was super delicious. They actually ordered 7 roasted pig. And my, those pigs were HUGE. They had so much, my dad was contemplating on&lt;i&gt; tar-pauing&lt;/i&gt; it back home. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the dinner, me, dear, youngest sis (Andrea) and Chester headed off to Desa City Park to chill. Second sis didn't come along because we had a small argument that day. Shall bring her next time. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwPtsrG55I/AAAAAAAACu8/G5e5qq43aZg/s1600-h/PC191625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwPtsrG55I/AAAAAAAACu8/G5e5qq43aZg/s320/PC191625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The small cute couple. =)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like their mother when I'm out with them though. At times I'd be their&amp;nbsp;chaperon&amp;nbsp;or the person who drives them to places they can't go on their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"come back early"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"be careful ok"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Chester take care of my sister"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;etc etc. I feel so naggy but it's like this whole elder sister-thingie just kicks in, I have no idea what's happening. haha. BUT, I'm not a fun ruiner okay. I know how sucky that would be. I'm the one who brings them out to fun places to build wonderful memories in their blooming relationship. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwQkIdPQrI/AAAAAAAACvE/-dvLsGmaRAw/s1600-h/PC191647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwQkIdPQrI/AAAAAAAACvE/-dvLsGmaRAw/s320/PC191647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt like a kid again in the Park because me and dear were playing around in swings and stuff like that. Chester pushed the swing for us. I don't think it's considered Child labour? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwRaT8sWvI/AAAAAAAACvM/5VypAAOfuAQ/s1600-h/PC191655.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwRaT8sWvI/AAAAAAAACvM/5VypAAOfuAQ/s320/PC191655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really like this pic. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwRrx2A8PI/AAAAAAAACvU/-HgnZM5uLlk/s1600-h/PC191630.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwRrx2A8PI/AAAAAAAACvU/-HgnZM5uLlk/s320/PC191630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And although this pic is kinda blur, I kinda like it too. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had such a fun time that night. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;[25Dec-27Dec '09]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next, here are some of the pictures I took in Cameron Highlands. As usual I don't take enough pictures of people and tend to take the surroundings because I'm just lazy and I'm too used to relying on other people's camera. For example, if Annie was around I'd rely on her to take pictures. If Yen's around she'd be the camerawoman and it goes on like that. haha. I'm a bum when it comes to taking pictures these days. Sigh. What happened to my camwhore mojo?! ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took the bus up to Cameron Highlands and my bf was getting all woozy because of the winding road. I on the other hand felt normal because I'm-not-weak. hahaha =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we arrived at Tanah Rata, a van from Bala's Chalet came to pick us from the bus station to the Chalet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some of the pictures of Bala's Chalet! The place is just so green and beautiful. I fell in love with it the moment I saw the pictures online. At first I was crossing my fingers, hoping that it wouldn't turn out to be alot worse than pictures because you know, it happens. Pictures can lie. But... it turned out to be even better. I'm entranced. I read reviews about the bad service in Bala's Chalet. However, I find them pretty helpful with everything. I absolutely enjoyed my stay there and would highly recommend anyone who's going to Cameron to book a room in Bala's Chalet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwTRCxKQII/AAAAAAAACvk/ypRMO-lkWJ0/s1600-h/PC261685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwTRCxKQII/AAAAAAAACvk/ypRMO-lkWJ0/s320/PC261685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwTzmAkqII/AAAAAAAACvs/a8H9f6jyeiA/s1600-h/PC261686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwTzmAkqII/AAAAAAAACvs/a8H9f6jyeiA/s320/PC261686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwUGdje0dI/AAAAAAAACv0/HkyKQulqdDo/s1600-h/PC261687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwUGdje0dI/AAAAAAAACv0/HkyKQulqdDo/s320/PC261687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The brown door at the end leads to a floor of rooms upstairs. That's where we stayed. There's another flight of stairs on the left side of the chalet where is leads to chalets higher up. I suppose those chalets were more expensive. haha. Btw, all the pictures on this post are taken on the right side of the chalet where I spent most of my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They didn't allow photography indoors. So I couldn't take pictures of the lobby and the restaurant. But I must say, the restaurant's setting looks spectacular. Their Christmas dinner costs a whopping RM250. It was a 5 course dinner which was obviously too expensive for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, for our Christmas dinner, we went to the Vintage Cafe at Tanah Rata instead. The restaurant was very cozy (just how I like it) and obviously the food was superbly delicious. Yuumm =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwUVoQa2BI/AAAAAAAACv8/FdBuzQedkHc/s1600-h/PC261688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwUVoQa2BI/AAAAAAAACv8/FdBuzQedkHc/s320/PC261688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the tea area.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwUqPeQodI/AAAAAAAACwE/EAYpaeyHQAg/s1600-h/PC261690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwUqPeQodI/AAAAAAAACwE/EAYpaeyHQAg/s320/PC261690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The same tea area but taken from another perspective.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwU5CzYuvI/AAAAAAAACwM/qVRWI-9Auc0/s1600-h/PC261689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwU5CzYuvI/AAAAAAAACwM/qVRWI-9Auc0/s320/PC261689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwVLiMlpoI/AAAAAAAACwU/lKlqbjznUDo/s1600-h/PC261691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwVLiMlpoI/AAAAAAAACwU/lKlqbjznUDo/s320/PC261691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwVh1hCUWI/AAAAAAAACwc/3dQiloK3dJU/s1600-h/PC261692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwVh1hCUWI/AAAAAAAACwc/3dQiloK3dJU/s320/PC261692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwV25J4erI/AAAAAAAACwk/CShTymVbJd4/s1600-h/PC261693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwV25J4erI/AAAAAAAACwk/CShTymVbJd4/s320/PC261693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwWGGeBsRI/AAAAAAAACws/b5IfIL0PHZ4/s1600-h/PC261698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwWGGeBsRI/AAAAAAAACws/b5IfIL0PHZ4/s320/PC261698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view outside the window. Doesn't it look like the whole peter pan-fly-out-the-window thing???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwWROlLYwI/AAAAAAAACw0/isy-COxUhkI/s1600-h/PC261699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwWROlLYwI/AAAAAAAACw0/isy-COxUhkI/s320/PC261699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea where does that flight of stairs leads to. The store maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwWd1K6tZI/AAAAAAAACw8/shxl_8pPAgA/s1600-h/PC261697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwWd1K6tZI/AAAAAAAACw8/shxl_8pPAgA/s320/PC261697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Homely and cozy rooms. Btw the pic on the top isn't the room I stayed in. Randomly snapped the picture of the room above because it was just packed and the door was left open. hahaha. That room was on the same floor as us. I think all the rooms in Bala's Chalet has this whole home-ly cotagge-y victorian-y feeling about it. Makes you feel as though you've time&amp;nbsp;traveled&amp;nbsp;to the past. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day (26th Dec) we went exploringggg.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, not really exploring, we just went to the usual hotspots. haha. Headed off to Brinchang by taxi and went to the Strawberry Farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwWqkiGCQI/AAAAAAAACxE/eDvmkUbZY3s/s1600-h/PC261677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwWqkiGCQI/AAAAAAAACxE/eDvmkUbZY3s/s320/PC261677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although I've been to the Strawberry Farm a couple of times, I had no recollection on how it looks like because it's been THAT long since I went back there. It was like a whole new experience all over again. I like that. haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwSmoBayDI/AAAAAAAACvc/JJe5VEEJltg/s1600-h/PC261676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwSmoBayDI/AAAAAAAACvc/JJe5VEEJltg/s320/PC261676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole place sold cactus-es at a really cheap price! So, me and dear decided to buy a dozen of the miniature cactus. lol. It was only RM10 for 6 by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwW3NcH4hI/AAAAAAAACxM/fcJ8nEhBQyE/s1600-h/PC261678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwW3NcH4hI/AAAAAAAACxM/fcJ8nEhBQyE/s320/PC261678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weird looking cactus. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwXEeaNhgI/AAAAAAAACxU/HGAfESC9NXE/s1600-h/PC261684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwXEeaNhgI/AAAAAAAACxU/HGAfESC9NXE/s320/PC261684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so excited when I saw the grapes hanging from the vines, I was like "OMG look! I didn't know there's grapes up there!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh, I think I get excited over the slightest things too easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chill Regina, chiilllll. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwYDhGRudI/AAAAAAAACxk/-KDtjKWK750/s1600-h/PC261702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwYDhGRudI/AAAAAAAACxk/-KDtjKWK750/s320/PC261702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just felt like positing a picture of Strawberries since that's what Cameron Highlands is all about. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 2nd night we ate Steamboat..and let me tell you this. Their clear soup tasted like salt water. Their soya sauce tasted like salt + soya. It was SO salty even I the person who really likes salt couldn't take it. Ended up eating from only the tom yum side. Thank goodness the tom yum was good. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overall, Christmas this year has been an awesome one. I got to celebrate it with my family and my darling. I feel so blessed. =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a few more hours, it would be a whole new year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder what's in store?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the mean time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May 2010 be a year of overflowing prosperity, bountiful opportunities, never ending joy and a fountain of blessings to everyone. Begin the year with a &amp;nbsp;positive attitude and you will find that it will lead to that direction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's out with the old and in with the new y'all. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S.: BBQ tonight! yayyy!!! Will update about that tomorrow. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-7457513755643753491?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7457513755643753491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=7457513755643753491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7457513755643753491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7457513755643753491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-late-full-update-post-previously-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SzwNsE1DfKI/AAAAAAAACuc/kxSDBuumdN0/s72-c/PC191615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-9076733066381092610</id><published>2009-12-29T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:02:59.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Time Management?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I had the time to sit down and type a proper post! Haven't go the time...&lt;br /&gt;I've been going to Bangsar Shopping Center for about a week+ for my field visit at Khiel's.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Khiel's is a really good skin care brand! It has a really strong pharmaceutical background and it uses most natural ingredients. It's a bit pricy though. It's new in Malaysia. So if you girls/guys need some skin care regimen I suggest you people to head out to any of the Khiel's boutique. As far as I know there's Khiel's in Bangsar Shopping Center, Midvalley, 1 Utama and The Pavilion. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at BSC, I got to meet lots of fun people. One of them happens to be Zhi Yun's school mate! Her name's Michele. She and Zhi Yun are so alike! They're both super nice girls. They're really sooo nice there's no possible way that anyone can not-like them the moment you meet them. =)&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was transfered to Midvalley and got to work together with a fellow colleague of mine..Ashley. =) After the Christmas event, the both of us had nothing else better to do, so, we're just kinda stoning at the boutique everyday. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Shall be working till this 31st then I'll be back to the office! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I had an awesome Christmas this year!&lt;br /&gt;Finally went to Cameron Highlands after so many many years. The one thing I missed the most about Cameron was the super duper delicious scones and the galaxy of stars. haha.&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't remember was the never-ending winding road up..&lt;br /&gt;Spent the 3 days relaxing...just getting away from the "city life". I felt really chilled and wished I could stay for a longer time. Sigh. =(&lt;br /&gt;Btw, it's highly recommended to stay in Bala's Chalet if you're ever going to Cameron Highlands. Despite the "reviews" I read about the bad service and all, it turned out pretty well. The rooms were well&amp;nbsp;up kept&amp;nbsp;and the people were helpful. I loved my stay there. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.: I love you so much dear! Thanks for making me so happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(was writing this post while watching Edward Scissorhands. It's an awesome movie! So please excuse the grammatical errors, spelling errors if there's any. I'm too lazy to correct them)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-9076733066381092610?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/9076733066381092610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=9076733066381092610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/9076733066381092610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/9076733066381092610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-management-its-been-so-long-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-1507570231128982537</id><published>2009-12-19T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T17:24:33.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SyyEp_muupI/AAAAAAAACuU/6yIDQ8EGhF4/s1600-h/instaxmini7sall-1024x414.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SyyEp_muupI/AAAAAAAACuU/6yIDQ8EGhF4/s320/instaxmini7sall-1024x414.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While conducting my field visit at the Khiel's boutique, I noticed a board filled with what I remembered as "Polaroid pictures". You know, pictures that comes out of the camera instantly the moment you snap it? I remembered how fun it was to play around with the camera. Ahh...Nostalgia. So...it gave me an idea. I thought of getting a polaroid camera. It's really difficult to find it these days in the normal camera shops though. And from what I've observed, the new "polaroid" cams are now known as Instax Minis made by FujiFilm. The price ranges from Rm230-260. Quite reasonable I would say. The only downfall is the price of the films. They're quite pricy but I guess that's the price you gotta pay for trying to go beyond the norm of digital cameras where you can snap endless amount of pictures and then proceed to scan through it in your computers. lol. Cameras like these makes you appreciate pictures more. It's kinda like "one shot, that's all you've got so don't waste it" kinda thing. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old fashion way of keeping pictures in albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me instax cam! you'll be mineeeee soon!! haha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: ok, just checked, the price of the film is RM23.50 per 10pc pack. woot. I still want it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-1507570231128982537?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1507570231128982537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=1507570231128982537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1507570231128982537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1507570231128982537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/12/while-conducting-my-field-visit-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SyyEp_muupI/AAAAAAAACuU/6yIDQ8EGhF4/s72-c/instaxmini7sall-1024x414.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-443889050698880574</id><published>2009-12-15T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:35:17.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1st day of Work! (again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was my official first-day at Loreal. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a kid who's won a golden ticket to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. *teary eyed*&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who are wondering...YES, I've&amp;nbsp;quited&amp;nbsp;my job in Mont Blanc and I merely worked there for about 2 weeks+. Was there from 23rd Nov - 11 Dec. Here's the super long winded story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know about Loreal's vacancy for "Management Trainees" from Emery. There was a day where we all hung out and we were talking about jobs. I was being so dramatically pathetic because I was the only one who hasn't got a job yet. Was going on and on about my poor jobless-self. haha. When I heard about the job opening I was wondering if I should give it a try since..well, you know, there's no harm trying. About 2 days after the day we hung out, I googled "Loreal Management Trainee" and the page was just there. Before I could submit my resume, it was a requirement for us to type a 2000 words max essay explaining why we're suitable for the job. I crapped a few stuff..and I &amp;nbsp;honestly can't recall what I wrote in there. A day later, the Hr senior exec called. His name is Dan. A phone interview was conducted and he said that if I'm shortlisted I would be called up for a face to face interview. At that point in time, I was thinking "oh damn, I screwed up the phone interview. There goes my chance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, they did call me back for a face to interview. Went for it, and waited again.&lt;br /&gt;The following week I was called back for an assessment. That was the time I met up with a college mate of mine, Ming Ser. The assessment was really fun. It started with a self description. In the self description section of the assessment, we were required to pick an avatar from the com which represented us and briefly explain why we chose the particular avatar. There were also some individual and group presentations where we were given a box of products. The last part of the assessment was a round-table discussion where we were given a few pages of case study and we had to decide where we would open a new factory in a new country and we had to make our choice of place as convincing as possible. Throughout the whole assessment there were a panel of assessors who would sit around and watch us. I would say it was a pretty long assessment. Was fun nonetheless. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following week after that I got an email by Loreal which says "thank you for participating in the Loreal assessment" yadda yadda. Basically letting me know that I've totally, miserably FAILED. Was kinda down, but decided not to let it bother me too much. At the same time, the next day, Cesarine from Mont Blanc called me up and told me that they were keen on hiring me. I accepted the job without a thought because I didn't want to continue being jobless, plus Mont Blanc was a pretty good brand plus I could see some future with the company. However, just 3 days after I begun in Mont Blanc, Dan from Loreal called me up. He told me that initially the e-mail sent was a mistake and I was invited for a panel interview. -______- I told him, "it's okay..I've already found a job..thanks for calling anyway". After putting down the phone, I breathed a deep breath..started wondering if I made the right decision when all of a sudden he called again. This time, he told me to re-consider. I then told him, I would call him back. Consulted my mom, bf and all, and was encouraged to go for it. So, I scheduled an interview with him the very next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the panel interview, I was asked loads of questions by the head of the departments and the hr director. They were interviewing in pairs. So technically, I went for 2 interviews in a day. Honestly, after the panel interview I didn't know if I could make it because when I told them that I've gotta give a month's notice to Mont Blanc before quitting, the HR director said something like "oh..that's too long..we can't wait that long".&amp;nbsp;Kinda gave up hope again. But, at night, around 7pm+ Mei Kuen called and told me that Loreal would like to hire me as their Management Trainee. I was ecstatic! The only thing I was worried about was my current job at the time. I mean, my manager in Mont Blanc was a very nice lady, she was really nice to me. And I just didn't want to hurt her feelings or anything. So I had to toughen it up to let her know. Initially I thought I would have to pay Mont Blanc a month's pay for an early release so Mei Kuen said they could buy me out of the company if that's the case. But, my ex-manager was nice enough to let me off early and pay me for the days I've been there as well. God bless her soul. She's a wonderful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, I finally stepped foot into Loreal officially as a management trainee yesterday and met up with 3 others who were starting with me as well. They're Ashley, Julian and David. The other 2 girls couldn't make it because they were away for their graduation. I've met them though, at the hospital while I was going for the medical check up for Loreal. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the whole "Plan" for next year have been laid out for us. I'm really impressed with everything they did so far. We had super fun games, they treated us lunch, briefed us through their product portfolio, history, mission, etc. Plus, we got to hear from some of the previous management trainees. All of them said that it would be a tough ride but at the end of the day, it would be fruitful. They said that the most important thing was &lt;b&gt;Perseverance&lt;/b&gt;. Not only that, we got to hear from the Loreal Malaysia's MD as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Loreal's Managing Director, GM, Brand Managers were mostly Managment Trainees by Loreal themselves? And despite the economy downturn the company was able to generate more revenues?&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in a million years I thought I would be able to end up as 1 of the 6 management trainees selected. I'm blessed, truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where my career path truly begins I suppose. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-443889050698880574?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/443889050698880574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=443889050698880574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/443889050698880574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/443889050698880574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/12/1st-day-of-work-again-so-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-5424814153159562030</id><published>2009-12-12T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T11:28:06.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;People have so many comments for EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....and that includes what you do in &lt;b&gt;FACEBOOK.&lt;/b&gt; Yep. The most happening social NETWORKING site in this era. Since people love asking me about MY Facebook, I'm just gonna answer it once and for all. And if I ever get such questions again, I'm just gonna ask them to refer to this post right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why do people even bother about the NUMBER of friends in someone else's list. I mean, is it a matter of life and death or something? I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;Do people check my facebook just to see the amount of friends I have???&lt;br /&gt;That's just dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people ask me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;How come you have so many friends on your facebook ah?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WAhhhhh 5000 friends, really???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You accept everyone??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For what you have so many friends of facebook? do you even know them?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where did you get 5000 friends?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how do people come up with various types of questions to the SAME question sometimes. It's amazingly-annoyingly&amp;nbsp;repetitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've heard many people talking about other people who happen to accept load of requests on facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These people are labeled as:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desperate for friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desperate to be famous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plain Desperate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, the word most used is none other than DESPERATE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I respect people who only allow people they know in their facebook because they post shit loads of personal stuff in it. But hey, to me facebook is just another public site. In fact, I believe a BLOG is more private than some stupid networking site because people BLOG about everything. Where they go, what they eat, what they're doing, what they're THINKING and shit like that. Not only that, blogs have pictures too. In fact, most of the time, I blog before I even post any pictures in Facebook.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't come around telling me that "oh in Facebook there's pictures of yourself, people can see how you look like". Bull-crap. I don't post my address/my msn add/my phone number, etc there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the&amp;nbsp;million dollar question:&amp;nbsp;It's a norm for a lot of people to blog about their life publicly (Check Nuffnang for various life-infused blogs!) but it's wrong to accept friends in a NETWORKING site? oh okay, ooo...that's soooo logical.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'mon, people. It's just a friggin number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, btw, this is my answer to the questions above:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I randomly accept friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I tend to forget my&amp;nbsp;acquaintances. I could've met someone at a job somewhere, some dinner, some party, some friends of friends etc. and I might just forget them. So, if I really do wanna start rejecting friend requests I will most definitely reject these people too. I'm so bad at remembering people, I can't even remember some of the people who were in my class! I tend to filter people from my memory. I might be able to recognise their faces after sometime but I wouldn't remember their names. The only people I do keep in mind are those who have made an impact in my life or those who have been close to me or those I've seen alot, etc. Furthermore, I'm too&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;lazy&lt;/b&gt; to check for mutual friends. And since, it's a NETWORKING site, &lt;b&gt;WHY NOT&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the meaning of "networking" from the dictionary :&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;the act of working using computer network; the act of connecting computers into network; the act of&lt;b&gt; meeting new people&lt;/b&gt; in a business or social context&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I don't exactly talk to the people on FB, I don't think accepting them as a friend would be that wrong because personally, I don't care who's in or who's not in my FB list 'cause I don't check anyway. It. Does. Not. Matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wanna know how I keep in touch with my &lt;b&gt;real friends&lt;/b&gt;? Through the PHONE or sometimes through MSN. So there. You won't see me going around dropping comments on everyone's page that often. I'd only do so when I see something interesting at the "news feed". I don't use FB to keep in touch with people. Most of the time, it's all about the mindless addictive games. I'm a game junkie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I know that when I start rejecting or deleting people, a new claim will arise. There's just no possible way in pleasing people is there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-5424814153159562030?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5424814153159562030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=5424814153159562030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/5424814153159562030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/5424814153159562030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/12/people-have-so-many-comments-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-3851609088806262717</id><published>2009-12-05T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:35:39.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's December already?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time sure flies when you're working. haha. A few months ago, while I was "busy" lazing around at home, life seemed to moved at a much slower pace. Now, I kinda forgot how it felt like to just laze around like that, and it's only the first month of work!&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean that I don't like working though. The thing is, I do like working. It's fun. Plus, I choose to ignore all negative perceptions of working. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I seem to be injuring myself a lot.&lt;br /&gt;It's either I'm just not bothered about myself, or that I'm the no.1 Klutz. I think it's the mixture of both.Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Tambun, I knocked my toe and got my toe-nail chipped off. It bled and 'till know I have to put a plaster on it 'cause if I don't I can't wear my shoes properly. It's painful when the broken nail accidentally gets caught on something.Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, I got myself 2 paper cuts on the same finger. Both of it was on the left middle finger. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Then, while I was walking down some steps at the car park, I tripped and fell and scraped my knees 'causing a hole in my black slacks. Not only that, YESTERDAY, I got another cut. This time I'm not sure from what, but it's on my right middle finger. Still hurts abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When&amp;nbsp; I told my sis I fell at the car park, she laughed-out-loud and said "Didn't you feel EMBARASSED?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer : No.&lt;br /&gt;You know why?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I fall&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt; all &lt;/b&gt;the time. I don't only fall while I'm wearing heels, I am also capable of tripping over nothing while I'm wearing slippers...in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. After a few times, I kinda gotten used to it and have developed a thick face. Learned the art of "falling and pretending nothing happened". =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-3851609088806262717?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3851609088806262717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=3851609088806262717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/3851609088806262717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/3851609088806262717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-december-already-time-sure-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-5352730916495386887</id><published>2009-11-28T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:29:48.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for the Jaguar-Mont Blanc charity event on Thursday and I have to admit, it's considered the first high end event I've participated in. It was more of a cocktail party thing and they had a fashion show. The models and clothes were provided by a boutique which is located opposite Mont Blanc, by the name "Thomas Pink" while the accessories on the models were by Mont Blanc. For eg: Bags, bracelets, watches, necklaces, rings, pens in the male model's pockets, etc. I had fun stealing some of the cocktail food. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed that..some very rich people are very "kiasu" as well! Mont Blanc was giving away 150 units of goodie bags to the "early birds" which included a jaguar keychain and a mont blanc special book mark (which is expensive. Obviously it's not the average paper bookmark.). There were people who kept coming back to receive several units of those goodie bags! Oh gawd. Talk about selfish-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I have to say yet again, it's a small small world. I saw a familiar face in the event. Karl Raymond which was my ex's friend. His dad knows the Mont Blanc GM I suppose, because they were really friendly with each other. Was quite surprised to see him there with his gf in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the sales personnel managed to sell a limited edition Mont Blanc worth RM99,400 that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I visited "The Lost World of Tambun". haha. It's almost like a duplicate of Sunway Lagoon..the only thing is that..it's alot smaller and it has lesser rides? Soo...if you wanna go to the Tambun water park I would suggest you to go to Sunway Lagoon instead. Unless you've purchased the "promotional priced" tickets, the RM30 you pay for the theme park isn't really worth it because everything is so limited. They have only 2 water park rides, 1 small wavepool, 1 kids pool, a short circle of "lazy river" and 1 hot spring pool. Basically it's like a photostat of Sunway Lagoon in a smaller scale. The only extra they had was probably the petting zoo area. But it wasn't much of a&amp;nbsp; "oooh! ahh" place as well. Nevertheless it was made fun because of the company we were with. Like I said, his friends are a fun bunch. Also, it was nice spending time with him for a full day like that. It's been awhile. Most of the time I could only see him during the night 'cause we're both working (except weekends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-5352730916495386887?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5352730916495386887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=5352730916495386887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/5352730916495386887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/5352730916495386887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/11/went-for-jaguar-mont-blanc-charity.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-7702249892091994615</id><published>2009-11-24T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:41:31.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;First Day of Work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to update yesterday but my internet was down yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Was cursing P1 and all, but I found out today that it was my laptop's problem because everyone in my house is able to access to the internet except me. Sigh. And now I'm blogging through my dad's laptop. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, updates!&lt;br /&gt;I've started my job as the retail and marketing coordinator&amp;nbsp;of Mont Blanc Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;The job's fun because I'm coordinating between both the Pavillion and the KLCC Mont Blanc boutiques and am also learning from my marketing manager Cesarine on the marketing strategies of Mont Blanc. My retail marketing subject can actually&amp;nbsp;be put to some&amp;nbsp;good use! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Got quite a culture shock when I realised there are actually people who purchases stuff which could've been worth a car or a house?? Forgive me, I'm not super duper rich so I don't really experience all these often. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, My manager's really&amp;nbsp;nice and pretty..not to&amp;nbsp;forget, capable. She used to&amp;nbsp;do jobs which were meant for 4 people!&amp;nbsp;Imagine the work load. She used to be an air stewardess too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with her today and she kinda briefed me about the culture in the company. I was curious on the reason of my acceptance to the company so I asked "....why was I hired?"&lt;br /&gt;According to her, she has a good sense of gut feeling about people and she said that she had a good feeling about me. So.."you better not let me down:)" she said. &lt;br /&gt;I truly hope I won't. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, she's not the kinda person who actually looks at the "exam results" because as I recall, she did not even glance through ANY of my certificates..which makes her even more wonderful. She doesn't judge a person's character through the paper. So you see, the first, second, third class really doesn't matter.&amp;nbsp;I'm not blabbering nonsense,&amp;nbsp;it's a proven&amp;nbsp;fact. Even my mom says so. I&amp;nbsp;believe her 'cause she's a HR manager herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that I'm given&amp;nbsp;the opportunity&amp;nbsp;to work for this company. It's going to be a wonderful&amp;nbsp;experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thursday,&amp;nbsp;they're gonna&amp;nbsp;have an event with Jaguar and we'll be able to&amp;nbsp;see&amp;nbsp;some beautiful/handsome&amp;nbsp;models. haha.&amp;nbsp;Can't. wait. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-7702249892091994615?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7702249892091994615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=7702249892091994615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7702249892091994615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7702249892091994615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-day-of-work-planned-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-1732327755814619469</id><published>2009-11-21T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T11:53:33.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so nervous and excited at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more day 'till I venture out into the working world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about my first day soon. hehe. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-1732327755814619469?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1732327755814619469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=1732327755814619469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1732327755814619469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1732327755814619469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-so-nervous-and-excited-at-same-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-2342933872015284390</id><published>2009-11-13T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:10:34.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I honestly think I've lost my mojo for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, I can't think of anything interesting to blog about anymore. My mind's getting rusty, and I'm turning into an ollllddd hag. SIGH. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been going for interviews and I'm getting quite bored from filling in those job application forms. It's almost always around 4-5 pages of writing and it gets tire-some after the 3rd time because those employment forms are rather similar one way or another. Personal Details, Job experiences, family background, expected salary, education level, curricular activities, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may be too picky, but I'm just picky because I know that the first job is important. It kinda determines which industry I would be in, in the future. I don't wanna go into something I know I won't like because...I don't want to wake up in the morning everyday knowing that I'd suffer the rest of the day 'till I retire...when I'm 50+++??? That's approximately 30+ years of &lt;b&gt;suffering&lt;/b&gt;! Oh gawd. *shakes bad image of my mind* ugh. Plus, I believe strongly in this philosophy: "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Find a job you like and you won't have to work for the rest of your life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;". I want to have the passion for my work. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... It's pretty tough. Now I know what they mean by "finding a job is difficult". In the past I couldn't imagine how some people took months to find a suitable job. In the past I had this mindset that it wasn't that difficult because, naive-ly I was comparing those permanent jobs to freelance jobs which were so easy to come by. Such stupidity. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the interviews are not all that bad..because despite the various interviews, there were a few which gave a fun learning experience. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-2342933872015284390?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2342933872015284390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=2342933872015284390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/2342933872015284390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/2342933872015284390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-honestly-think-ive-lost-my-mojo-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-7192520268226760299</id><published>2009-11-07T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:46:16.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;graduation&gt;&lt;/graduation&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;::GRADUATION::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;[Finally]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUKw10hk7I/AAAAAAAACs0/hmmm6rfSpdc/s1600-h/PB051565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUKw10hk7I/AAAAAAAACs0/hmmm6rfSpdc/s320/PB051565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After 4 years of toiling in my Foundation Studies and Degree in Marketing, I can finally say that I am officially a Graduate! The convocation was located at Nilai Inti yesterday. The group photos were taken at 8.45am-10am while the graduation ceremony itself started approximately 10.30am. I was so dead sleepy because I woke up at 6am and I slept quite late the night before due to...a letter I was writing to my bf. hahaha. I'm quite corny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my parents left the house at 6.45am to pick him (CH) up. We followed the map..and guess what we saw! A really bad accident. A car skidded and it hit some thick pillar or something. The driver's seat was totaled and there were so many on-lookers. That's why people, don't try to be a hero and speed when it's raining. You're just looking for trouble. Not only are you endangering your own life, you're endangering the public around you.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, we reached early, registered, and the lady told me that my skirt was too short. haha. I manged to cover it up with the super long graduation gown though. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The formal group pictures and ceremony pictures were taken by an official photographer so I don't really have those pictures with me..gotta collect it first. In the mean time, here are the after-ceremony pictures! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvULwLaQVTI/AAAAAAAACs8/GLz_5mDSmJc/s1600-h/PB060342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvULwLaQVTI/AAAAAAAACs8/GLz_5mDSmJc/s320/PB060342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom and dad are no doubt, the best parents in the world. I love them so much because without them, I would have never been able to be there. Not only did they sacrifice their money to send me to Uni, they sacrificed their time too. My dad used to send me and fetch me everyday from college for 4 years. Yeap, imagine that. He did that because he knew that parking in SS15 was really difficult to find. I mean, yea I did drive&amp;nbsp;occasionally&amp;nbsp;but he was the one who was always sending and fetching me to and fro. Not only that, sometimes when I get frustrated with my assignments and stuff, they were the ones who comforted me and gave me ideas. I learned alot from them. My mom is the business-minded person while my dad is the creative-guy. I have the best of both worlds. This graduation is not only for me, it is for them too. My first class Hons are dedicated to my loving parents who were always there to guide and to support me no matter what. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other than that, I just want to say..life in college has been filled with so many challenges..so many emotions and so many complicated things. I've met friends who were nice and so-called friends who just want to use people. I remember those fun days in my Foundation program in Metro with the group of friends I had..we used to go out for lunches together in big groups, hang out at the pool area in Asia Cafe and at times we'd just sit around in college in talk. Those were the days filled with laughters and joy. I didn't have a care in the world at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When my foundation studies ended, I decided to shift to Inti because the group of friends I had were splitting due to the fact that, some were beginning their degree earlier and some were going to other colleges to pursue their degree. Not only that, I wanted to taste the life of Uni elsewhere. Yeap, I'm a curious person and I enjoy &amp;nbsp;experiencing new things. That includes, going to new places, meeting new people. It's exciting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first 2 years, I met wonderful girls like Annie, Nadia and Zhi Yun. They were the ones who taught me how to take the ktm and the bus to KL. They were the ones who brought me around and taught me how to be independent. When I had problems with my ex, it was them I cried to because they were always there. I also remember the times we would skip some unimportant class just to go to KL to walk around. haha. And also..we never listened to the lecturers in class because we just had so many things to talk about. I'm glad I got to know them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I started my 3rd year later, I got&amp;nbsp;separated&amp;nbsp;from the girls and I really thought I would remain lonely throughout the final year because everyone seemed to have their own cliques in class. But, there was a girl, her name is Yen. She started talking to me because she said she knew I was lonely. I was so grateful for that. &amp;nbsp;She was the one who would later introduce me to my loving bf. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"This is my ji mui Chan Heng" she said. I thought, "Oh ok." And that was it..we became friends. Soon, I got to know the rest of his friends..Boon, Chee Wee, Teck Wei..the rest of the girls in the class..Emery, Jaynee..etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were all so fun-loving and care-free they made me feel that the final year was just a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging out with them in a group had always been fun because it was always filled with jokes and laughters. When I was with them, I could laugh 'till I couldn't breathe. We went for our "cuti-cuti Malaysia" trips to Genting, Bukit Tinggi, Malacca..we had our plenti-full yumcha sessions, Left for Dead gaming sessions, skipping class for movies sessions, swimming sessions, going for our "own breaks" during classes ..and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's shocking to know that time flew by that fast and in a blink of an eye, we have graduated...together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUMKf6_hYI/AAAAAAAACtM/78V_via8Ib4/s1600-h/PB060355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUMKf6_hYI/AAAAAAAACtM/78V_via8Ib4/s320/PB060355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUMTJOWcsI/AAAAAAAACtU/ORk_ytUulQ4/s1600-h/PB060359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUMTJOWcsI/AAAAAAAACtU/ORk_ytUulQ4/s320/PB060359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so happy to be able to graduate with my dear..this is a memory that would be so special to us. Because..Not many would have been able to graduate with their bf/gf. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUMcYqttfI/AAAAAAAACtc/m47tC5ev6rA/s1600-h/PB060363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUMcYqttfI/AAAAAAAACtc/m47tC5ev6rA/s320/PB060363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUMh55asMI/AAAAAAAACtk/rqMDYG0m6ys/s1600-h/PB060365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUMh55asMI/AAAAAAAACtk/rqMDYG0m6ys/s320/PB060365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Annie and Zhi Yun..thanks for the plush graduation bear! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUM1YyY30I/AAAAAAAACts/L_5ZKqtAvr4/s1600-h/PB061581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUM1YyY30I/AAAAAAAACts/L_5ZKqtAvr4/s320/PB061581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUNIm0759I/AAAAAAAACt0/tKLPwW5WI7o/s1600-h/PB061582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUNIm0759I/AAAAAAAACt0/tKLPwW5WI7o/s320/PB061582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUNgKRGsyI/AAAAAAAACt8/kmRmec-hoJ4/s1600-h/PB061586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUNgKRGsyI/AAAAAAAACt8/kmRmec-hoJ4/s320/PB061586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUN0B9JJJI/AAAAAAAACuE/Na5klcLBe38/s1600-h/PB061587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUN0B9JJJI/AAAAAAAACuE/Na5klcLBe38/s320/PB061587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Yen, Emery and Jaynee had a gift exchange at night because we planned it a week before the graduation. Jaynee bought the flowers, Emery bought the pens, Yen bought the card holders while I bought the handphone straps..haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUOG61Z7TI/AAAAAAAACuM/Nio-XSoZl_g/s1600-h/PB071594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUOG61Z7TI/AAAAAAAACuM/Nio-XSoZl_g/s320/PB071594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After discussing at Asia Cafe, we went off to Lookout Point to have some drinks and group picture sessions. Yen has the pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess this marks the official ending to our study-carefree life and the beginning to a whole new chapter in life. Savour the memories we had but do not be afraid to make new ones. Every joy and sorrow we experience will make us better if we look at it at a positive light. Stay positive okay! Troubles may come but remember, it will never last forever. :) And yeah..I know.. working won't be easy, but I am sure that each and everyone of you graduates will be able to succeed in life someday. It doesn't matter if you're a first class, a second class, a third class or a general degree holder. We are all the same. We were students and that's all that mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ganbatte yo! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS to EVERYONE! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1257572982382"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1257572982383"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-7192520268226760299?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7192520268226760299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=7192520268226760299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7192520268226760299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7192520268226760299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-after-4-years-of-toiling-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvUKw10hk7I/AAAAAAAACs0/hmmm6rfSpdc/s72-c/PB051565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-5554411118238119100</id><published>2009-11-04T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:04:55.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;:Halloween - Eve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEghboJSEI/AAAAAAAACss/RSjMNSCtY0E/s1600-h/PA301541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEghboJSEI/AAAAAAAACss/RSjMNSCtY0E/s320/PA301541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Believe it or not, this is the first time I actually "celebrated" Halloween. Sad, I know. I wanna go treat or treating. Damn Malaysia. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My sweetheart was kind enough to invite me along for a celebration with his group of friends in Malacca this year though. Aww. So nice of him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't exactly knew what to wear because I didn't want to over-dress..you know, just in case. haha. Turns out, Melanie is just like me! She likes to dress up! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the account of the 2 days 1 night trip @ Malacca :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone met up at USJ2 Shell in the afternoon around 2pm+ before heading to Malacca. The moment we reached Malacca town we headed straight to the chicken rice balls. (duh, it's the Malacca specialty, if you haven't eaten chicken rice balls, you haven't been in Malacca it seems. haha) I never really felt that the chicken rice balls were special though. I mean, it's just rice, rolled up in the shape of a...ball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the chicken rice, me and him went for a walk along Jonker Street and we bought a pair of those lighted horns which flickers various colours. Previously we bought a pair of horns from some party shop in Times Square but the lighted one was a lot cuter. Plus, it was only RM3 for 1. So cheapp!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wasted around RM10+ for the other pair which was not nice and not cheap. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I think I gained alot of weight from that day of non-stop eating because just a few hours after that, everyone went for "Satay Celup". It was also my first time eating satay celup. I know I sound very jakun-ish right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Satay celup was quite nice..it's something like Lok Lok. The only difference is that..you dip it in boiling satay sauce and it's alot cheaper compared to Lok Lok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At night, we proceeded to one of his friend's villa at A Famosa. They had a mini swimming pool there and the place was pretty nice despite the fact that we saw a dead frog on the floor and a&amp;nbsp;cockroach running around&amp;nbsp; when we first went in. The place was empty for quite long I suppose. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kind of lazed around for awhile before changing into the "Halloween costumes". My costume was kinda awful because it wasn't even a costume. My idea was basically just to wear those RM3 horns. That's all. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank goodness Melanie brought loads of stuff, so she loaned me a white wig she bought from Toys R Us for RM50. It's quite a good price for a wig like that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was amazed to see all of them actually dressing up like that. Except for my dear who just stuck with the RM3 horns. hahahaha. Jade was very creative with the whole Flinstones theme. I admire her creativity because I don't think I could've come up with that idea. hahaha. In fact, I think everyone was quite creative with their outfits. Look at the pictures below. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEfWf4IhJI/AAAAAAAACrc/oEW6bWALMtI/s1600-h/15351_185782657834_770942834_3892724_7002720_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEfWf4IhJI/AAAAAAAACrc/oEW6bWALMtI/s320/15351_185782657834_770942834_3892724_7002720_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEfb0mX_BI/AAAAAAAACrk/q87PQ_rVMHw/s1600-h/15351_185782662834_770942834_3892725_3332126_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEfb0mX_BI/AAAAAAAACrk/q87PQ_rVMHw/s320/15351_185782662834_770942834_3892725_3332126_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's see if I can remember all their names correctly. &amp;nbsp;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were the flinstones (Jade and Alwin), some grim ripper(Ji shen, I don't know how to spell his name =/), cabaret&amp;nbsp;girl (Melanie), an angel/fairy (Joe Lin), Teh AIS (yes, the one with the packet and a straw. lol :Aifiq), a bedsheet ghost (CJ), ice-hockey player (Matthew), Optimus Prime in a jubah (Azim), Devil (Ting Ting), Samurai(Andy and Ali), Chef (Nigel and Jason) and obviously there is my bf...as himself. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEfe1T20fI/AAAAAAAACrs/UOXCqYShEzg/s1600-h/15351_185795007834_770942834_3892833_2780319_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEfe1T20fI/AAAAAAAACrs/UOXCqYShEzg/s320/15351_185795007834_770942834_3892833_2780319_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the girlss who were present that night...I like them, they're all very friendly. It's nice knowing them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEfkYpGhqI/AAAAAAAACr0/zGH_VyLgCnM/s1600-h/15351_185795047834_770942834_3892840_7938722_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEfkYpGhqI/AAAAAAAACr0/zGH_VyLgCnM/s320/15351_185795047834_770942834_3892840_7938722_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my babeh Chan Heng. The fella didn't want to dress up. So he was just happy with the horns. hahaha. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEfovCyI8I/AAAAAAAACr8/ydymHNpKFGs/s1600-h/15351_185800512834_770942834_3892878_8038368_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEfovCyI8I/AAAAAAAACr8/ydymHNpKFGs/s320/15351_185800512834_770942834_3892878_8038368_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a candid shot, but I really like this picture. It's so natural. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEfsurUtQI/AAAAAAAACsE/_V0JIRft5FU/s1600-h/15351_185813877834_770942834_3893015_2023064_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEfsurUtQI/AAAAAAAACsE/_V0JIRft5FU/s320/15351_185813877834_770942834_3893015_2023064_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEfws2bM3I/AAAAAAAACsM/P6VhgEMmUR8/s1600-h/15351_185813897834_770942834_3893018_4179533_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEfws2bM3I/AAAAAAAACsM/P6VhgEMmUR8/s320/15351_185813897834_770942834_3893018_4179533_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh right, it was also twister night. lol. Throughout the whole game I was just laughing away, as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEf0Z1tduI/AAAAAAAACsU/dd3zPR2ynks/s1600-h/15351_185813902834_770942834_3893019_4644072_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEf0Z1tduI/AAAAAAAACsU/dd3zPR2ynks/s320/15351_185813902834_770942834_3893019_4644072_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEf4Q8NSDI/AAAAAAAACsc/PMO2tWKoXxE/s1600-h/15351_185813922834_770942834_3893021_286808_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEf4Q8NSDI/AAAAAAAACsc/PMO2tWKoXxE/s320/15351_185813922834_770942834_3893021_286808_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEf7xCqMjI/AAAAAAAACsk/BQefKuCphP8/s1600-h/15351_185813937834_770942834_3893024_1577106_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEf7xCqMjI/AAAAAAAACsk/BQefKuCphP8/s320/15351_185813937834_770942834_3893024_1577106_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ended up in a very compromising position on top of Ting Ting. And I don't know why they started posing with my ass. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To sum it up, it was an awesome Halloween eve. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;::Pictures credit to: Melanie and Jade:: Thanks! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-5554411118238119100?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5554411118238119100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=5554411118238119100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/5554411118238119100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/5554411118238119100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-eve-believe-it-or-not-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SvEghboJSEI/AAAAAAAACss/RSjMNSCtY0E/s72-c/PA301541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-8918342557301355703</id><published>2009-10-27T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:53:41.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Late post! Thanks to my internet which has been trashy....again. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just have to warn everybody on the latest release of a movie entitled "NINJA". Just plain "NINJA". Do NOT, I repeat, do NOT mistake it for the movie where Rain is supposed to be in. I felt so conned after watching that brainless, good for nothing movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, Ninja is about this white guy who is an orphan, got adopted by the Ninja community and started training as a Ninja. His foe, a very angry Jap guy had high hopes on taking over the Ninja dojo someday but it seems that the white guy was a threat to him. So, obviously he tries to murder that white guy and..got kicked out of the dojo. Typical. Oh, the main story's about the both of them fighting over some "Ninja equipments" and the white guy won. The whole show's sooo corny and un-original. Plus, what's with the white guy acting as some kinda Ninja? It was so awfully WEIRD. Well, that's the whole movie summarised in less than 5 sentences. Just don't watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SuZamVTG6TI/AAAAAAAACrM/7-Cs6SL0Sno/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SuZamVTG6TI/AAAAAAAACrM/7-Cs6SL0Sno/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, please do look forward to watching Rain in NINJA ASSASSIN. Don't get it wrong. Rain's movie has the word "ASSASSIN" behind the word "Ninja". I can't wait because I need to get the image of that weirdo white Ninja outta my head. I'm not being a racist, I'm just being real. I mean, it'll be very weird for an Asian to act as the main character in a movie 'bout cowboys/mafias, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last Saturday I had an outing with the girls! &lt;b&gt;Sweet looking Jaynee, Cute Emery&lt;/b&gt; and Aunty Yen. hahaha. Just Kidding..it's supposed to be &lt;b&gt;Adorable Yen&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been such a long time since I last took the KTM to KL that I forgot how it was really like. And well, like always, it still sucked 'cause Malaysian public transports are.....generally sucky.&lt;br /&gt;Jaynee, Emery and me met Yen at Jalan Hang Tuah because Yen wanted to bring us to the Jalan Kenanga. It's the place where most blogshop owners restock their clothes. You'd usually have to buy clothes in bulk at the area. I've been there before a few times. Sadly, last Saturday's fashion didn't suit us at all. It seemed.......aunty-ish. So, we made our way to Times Square instead. It's been some time since I went to Times Square too. I was quite shocked at the amount of shops they have now. Apparently, all those people from Jalan Kenanga have set up their own personal shops at Times Square as well. Obviously, at Times Square you won't have to purchase it in bulk. It's very cheap nonetheless. The downside would be that, you're not allowed to try the clothes. Since, my cupboard's already overflowing with clothes I restrained myself from purchasing any..although there was this dress I liked..alot. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did purchase a bag! A very beautiful bag (to me it is). Fell in love with it the moment I saw it. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun day hanging out with the girls because they're all happy people. Plus, they are NOT fakers. I believe they are genuinely nice people. Nice friends. It's just that, some people are too blinded to see that. And by some people I do mean a person..wait..what's her name again. &lt;b&gt;Shin Yu&lt;/b&gt;, I think. I didn't know Shin Yu was so bitchy 'till a friend of mine showed me her blog where she was ratting out almost everyone. Saying that 4 out of 6 people do not deserve the First Class Honours. That's just loser talk. I mean, why can't she be happy for other's success? Also, I feel kinda stupid for standing up for her at one point in time because I thought she was pitiful for being an outcast in the class. I recently found out that she totally hated me from the start. It's funny 'cause I've &lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt; talked to her. I guess her brains are just wired in a different way. I'm not gonna comment further because if I do, it would be really really bad. I just want her to realise that in this world, you can't get everything you wish for and you can't be the best at everything. Everyone has their own good and bad attributes. That's just the way life is. No one can be perfect. This is REALITY my dear, not a FANTASY world. Please wake up. You've been dreaming for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing my darling CH everyday...watching movies, going to beautiful parks for a walk, eating KFC while watching dvds at my house, etc. As long as he's with me, I'm never bored.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say, I Love You. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-8918342557301355703?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8918342557301355703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=8918342557301355703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/8918342557301355703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/8918342557301355703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/late-post-thanks-to-my-internet-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SuZamVTG6TI/AAAAAAAACrM/7-Cs6SL0Sno/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-6068094572833728191</id><published>2009-10-20T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:14:21.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;A series of UN-fortunate Events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;(and I don't feel like being nice right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is ALL about suck-ish October and the misfortune(S) it brings me. Ugh, just thinking about it frustrates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting used to the whole care-free/happy lifestyle I've been living in for the past year or so, in the beautiful month of October, stupid things decided to be-fall into my life. Whoopie (In a not-so happy tone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, exactly on October 1, my internet became retarded and it lasted for a bout 2 weeks or so. Occasionally when the internet returns I would have approximately 5-10 minutes to get excited while screaming "yay! the internet is back!!" before it just cuts off again, leaving me with mixed emotions(was it frustration? Annoyance? Anger? I don't know. Maybe its just a bit of everything). Well, it happened so often this month that when the internet decided to do its magical act of disappearing again, I would just go "there it goes again" and proceed to go downstairs to watch good 'ol television. Yeap, TV wouldn't let me down (except Astro that is, which goes off when it rains).&lt;br /&gt;Added note: The moment I finished this paragraph, I tried to load Google and it gave me &lt;b&gt;this &lt;/b&gt;: "oops! this link appears to be broken" That is just stupid because the web address is obviously CORRECT : I typed "www.google.com". &lt;br /&gt;How........Wonderful. =) [Note that this is a very sarcastic smile]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I would like to proclaim hatred for some certain female species. Yep. Especially to a woman by the name Azlin from LIMA. In one of my previous post I did state that I've been confirmed for a particular position with LIMA after going for an interview with the HR manager, Ray. However, it is Azlin (that whore) who oversees the people who goes into the company. Before this, we were told that LIMA is selecting 20 people. But when Chan Heng started, Kumaran (the agent from People Dynamics) said they were only selecting 10 and would bring people in the company in stages. As in, a few would start in that week and the next week some others would be brought in. However, he still told me that I've been confirmed by Ray. So okay, I WAITED. Chan Heng started first..but guess what he heard while that whore was talking over the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I WANT MORE DICKS NOT PUSSIES!" and I quote that whore Azlin with no changes in the sentence whatsoever. She is so downright rude and disrespectful. A sexist in everyway and she talks as if she is not a woman herself! Furthermore, Chan Heng said she's like, butt ugly and obviously divorced. It's sad really. So no, I'm not going to work there anymore. Chan Heng quitted as well. It was just not worth it because the job scope kinda sucked plus the pay wasn't that good as well. We totally misjudged the company thinking it could be a good experience. It was a lousy experience altogether. That's what you get for working with a company that has ties with the gov I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's about my future car. Which obviously is one of the most devastating news of all for this month. It is said that the bank loan is normally approved within 3 working days. That's the longest it took everytime my family bought a car. However, some shit happened and it has been almost 2 weeks now. Not only that, the car dealer called up my dad and told him that the company which is selling the car is going through some financial problem or some sort and the owner of the car has gone overseas. This is a very w-t-h (I won't say F*** because I'm trying to keep it PG so that my blog would be suitable for young readers like my sister.) situation indeed. Now my mom is worried that the dealer may swindle or deposit/down payment money. Those cheap basterds (yes I know I'm spelling Bastard incorrectly, I'm doing it on purpose).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, it's about my police ticket. I haven't gotten any before and they decided to present me one this month of all months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate October this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-6068094572833728191?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6068094572833728191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=6068094572833728191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/6068094572833728191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/6068094572833728191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/series-of-un-fortunate-events-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-2608465533481906953</id><published>2009-10-18T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:51:27.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/StrRsNxlb3I/AAAAAAAACrE/UNrp01S7p6A/s1600-h/DSC_0092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/StrRsNxlb3I/AAAAAAAACrE/UNrp01S7p6A/s320/DSC_0092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday while me, my mom and sisters were rounding Puchong, we decided to go into this particular restaurant (forgot the name) because it looked good from the outside. In fact, it looked alot like "Beans" from SS15. So we thought, "oh okay, we could try this".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we sat in the restaurant, there was this unappealing smell all over..but I thought it was okay. Still bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;THEN, the waitress came with the menu and told us it was a Vegan Restaurant.."The dishes which has onion and garlic are stated on the menu" (pure vegetarians are not allowed to consume onion and garlic) My second sister was totally hyperventilating because she's a so-called "meat person" and she can't eat without meat. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The truth is, I haven't been in a vegetarian restaurant since I was a kid and as I remembered, vegetarian restaurants used to have good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unluckily for us, the food was............................bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The good thing was: I felt so.......healthy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was something funny about the name of one of the dish though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sure all of you know what's "chicken chop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In that particular restaurant they have something called "FOREST CHOP". Wow, that's a first. I've learned something new. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I can't stop listening to "Two is Better than One by Boys Like Girls ft. Taylor Swift". I really like the words and the tune of this song. The melody of seems to make me feel more relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You came into my life and I thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hey, you know, this could be something"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now I'm left with nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So maybe it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And maybe two is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's so much time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember every look upon your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way you roll your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way you taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make it hard for breathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think of you and everything's okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm finally now believing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That maybe it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And maybe two is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's so much time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You came into my life and I thought, "Hey,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's so much time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause, baby, two is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's so much time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'll figure it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When all is said and done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two is better than one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-2608465533481906953?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2608465533481906953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=2608465533481906953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/2608465533481906953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/2608465533481906953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterday-while-me-my-mom-and-sisters.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/StrRsNxlb3I/AAAAAAAACrE/UNrp01S7p6A/s72-c/DSC_0092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-6261776072223729884</id><published>2009-10-13T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:55:44.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The Continuation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/StPcrT_KjNI/AAAAAAAACq0/Hlr237rVB-c/s1600-h/DSC_0111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/StPcrT_KjNI/AAAAAAAACq0/Hlr237rVB-c/s320/DSC_0111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In the previous post of "Never say Never" I cut it short because SOMEBODY told me he didn't like to read. But now he's saying that he likes to read things concerning him. hahaha. He's always so full of himself. Sigh. =Pp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now rewind the time to&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;few weeks ago. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago..me and him (Please note that when I mention him = none other than my darling Chan Heng. I just don't fancy putting "darling" in every single paragraph because it would sound soo high school.&amp;nbsp;I'll just say that occasionally&amp;nbsp;:)) went for some journey to Wangsa Maju to determine our office. We have never been there for such a long time and we didn't really know the road to the place so we just used our intuition. BUT, at the beginning my mom wanted us to use the Garmin GPS. It soo sucked. Here's what happened :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : The GPS is NOT working again!!!&lt;br /&gt;Him: You sure you're doing the correct thing??&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yes, yes I am &lt;strong&gt;sure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence for a few minutes while I tried to make the GPS work. The damned thing couldn't get a signal, thus, unable to load the map. And yes, I'm not that stupid, the antenna was up plus it was working fine the other day when I used it*&lt;br /&gt;Me : ohhhh!! FINALLY!! The map is loading it's loadingggggg!!&lt;br /&gt;Him: Awesome la =D&lt;br /&gt;Me : Wait a minute.....the GPS said..NOT ENOUGH MEMORY?!?! &lt;br /&gt;Him: ......how many songs did you load inside your GPS today?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Full?&lt;br /&gt;Him: The thing got memory card anot?&lt;br /&gt;Me : ya&lt;br /&gt;Him: .........BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. oh-my-god. You overloaded the memory with&amp;nbsp;your songs laa. hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and the laughter continues for quite some time. That bully!)&lt;br /&gt;That was my Bimbo moment. But wait, he had one too. Read on. hahahaha =Pp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later we went for the official interview at Wangsa Maju&amp;nbsp;and this was HIS Bimbo moment. Thank goodness mine happened NOT-in-an-interview. ahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;The name of the human resource manager was Ray. On that day, Ray was quite drowsy because he apparently slept only at 5am in the morning due to the amount of work he had to do the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for my darling to go for his interview, here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*opens the door*&lt;br /&gt;Him : Hi, I'm Ray.&lt;br /&gt;Ray : *stoned* You are also Ray?&lt;br /&gt;Him : Oh no, no. I'm Chan Heng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Omigosh, although it's short, it's the bomb. I couldn't stop laughing when he told me later after the interview. &lt;br /&gt;Right after the interview, we went up to Genting because it was soo nearby. It was nice spending time with him like that for the whole day from morning to night because&amp;nbsp;there's never a moment I felt bored when he's around. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of the funny part for now..I would like to express how I feel about the relationship so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have been asking me, "eh, last year you keep changing bf, how about this one? Is it for real?"&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't even have to stop and think before saying, "yes it is. I'm sure."&lt;br /&gt;Then, the reply would be, "how do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;Well..I can never explain it,&amp;nbsp;all I can say is that..&amp;nbsp;when you feel it you would just know.. somehow. Maybe there's this mechanism in&amp;nbsp;everyone's heart which says "he/she's the one!". When you meet that person, something triggers and you would know.&amp;nbsp;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the one&amp;nbsp;who never fails to cheer me up.. Even if I thew my tantrums, he would be patient with me. Everything he does, would just make me love him more. &lt;br /&gt;I love how he looks at me when we're not talking, I love how he laughs, how he hugs me and how he &lt;em&gt;sayang&lt;/em&gt; me. I feel like a lil girl in his arms..because he makes me feel protected when he's around. =)&lt;br /&gt;When I think about him..I can't help but smile because I'm so thankful for him in my life. He's made my days happier and reminded me that love isn't so bad after all. In fact, it's a wonderful feeling, given that it is with the right person. &lt;br /&gt;I have this t-shirt which says, "I need a Man, not a Boy". From the way he talks when we're serious&amp;nbsp;right down to&amp;nbsp;his actions, I know he is a man who is&amp;nbsp;matured enough to make the right decisions. There's no doubt that he is&amp;nbsp;the man that I need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't go for looks; they can deceive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go for someone who makes you smile,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe you'll find the one that makes you smile."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've found him...finally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-6261776072223729884?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6261776072223729884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=6261776072223729884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/6261776072223729884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/6261776072223729884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/continuation.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/StPcrT_KjNI/AAAAAAAACq0/Hlr237rVB-c/s72-c/DSC_0111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-6170168540022693653</id><published>2009-10-10T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:11:28.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...........Oh man, I typed an entire post and the stupid blog didn't save it. $&amp;amp;*#@$^*&amp;amp;#@$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was saying, my Internet is FINALLY back to normal. Okay, maybe not exactly very very normal but it's getting there. I realised from this whole 10 days, how much I actually needed the internet to keep me away from boredom. I'm thinking how did I ever live without the internet now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some short updates on the past 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 30 was my beloved mother's birthday..and although it's very very late, I would still like to wish her Happy Birthday! (again) She's truly the best mother anyone can ever have. I love her sooo much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my second sister's birthday..she's 17 years old now. Seems like it was just yesterday when she was a cute chubby lil toddler, crawling around, my baby sister. [I know I sound like a mom but that's truly how I feel! haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's finally confirmed that I'm getting my First Class Hons! I've heard the news when I got to know my unofficial results but somehow I just didn't want to believe it entirely because I felt skeptical since people have always said that it's near impossible to achieve that. I guess I'm just blessed, and it's a miracle. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, parents have gotten a Honda Jazz for me to drive to work cuz I'm accepted as one of the marketing executive for the LIMA exhibition. For those of you who are clueless like me, about the event, it's actually an Aerospace exhibition which is an international affair and it's held at Langkawi. It seemed like an interesting job with lots of experiences in store. I'm excited. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the not-so-good news.&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten my first ticket for double-parking at SS15. That cursed place. ugh. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-6170168540022693653?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6170168540022693653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=6170168540022693653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/6170168540022693653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/6170168540022693653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-1353087819276563653</id><published>2009-09-30T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:07:49.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SsK3s6AO3PI/AAAAAAAACqs/q6vMNzm4SC8/s1600-h/n507289818_1283245_5087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SsK3s6AO3PI/AAAAAAAACqs/q6vMNzm4SC8/s320/n507289818_1283245_5087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-Took this picture on valentines this year but I didn't really see it 'till I looked through my pictures in my external hard drive. haha-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some short updates~!&lt;br /&gt;Me and some friends had a BBQ session last weekend..&lt;br /&gt;it was hot, but the food was good. :)&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that bacon and banana is a good combination for bbq-ing?? It's sooooo delicious, I got addicted. I think 80% of the time during the BBQ I was busy eating bacon &amp;amp; banana. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've just been spending time with my lurrvvee..going "kai kai" (walking in the mall/shopping), strolling/chilling at the park, going for desserts, yum cha-ing with friends and all. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s.: I like seeing him in formal wear. hahaha. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note altogether, I need to complain about my face.&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday morning I woke up with an itch on my forehead. Like literally my whole forehead and I could see that it was really really red. Not only that, the surface of my skin became quite rough. My forehead, mind you, for the past year or so have been non-problematic and pimple free.&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to touch it, but that itch has spread all over my face, so now I look like this horrible ugly lobster-faced monster. *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing is, I don't even know what caused it because it just happened over night.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be something I ate? or the products I'm using on my face? The thing is, I've been using my facial products for quite some time now and it hasn't been giving me any problems at all. So I highly doubt that could be it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting so annoyed trying to get rid of it. It's been 4 days and I'm still stuck with this rough skin which I don't even refer to as skin!!&lt;br /&gt;This is worse than acne. Omg. WHYYY ="(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-1353087819276563653?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1353087819276563653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=1353087819276563653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1353087819276563653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1353087819276563653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/09/took-this-picture-on-valentines-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SsK3s6AO3PI/AAAAAAAACqs/q6vMNzm4SC8/s72-c/n507289818_1283245_5087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-1250146396897753928</id><published>2009-09-25T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:02:40.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;...Never say "Never"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Srxuu64uizI/AAAAAAAACqg/JKbUuEe2Cw0/s1600-h/P9101029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Srxuu64uizI/AAAAAAAACqg/JKbUuEe2Cw0/s320/P9101029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....that's what my parents used to tell me. Plus, I'm sure many of you heard it a thousand times before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months ago, a friend of mine was jokingly saying, "what if you get together with Chan Heng one day?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would shrug and laugh with this reply : "no wayyyy. That would &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; happen 'cause we are friends!!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, I have this thing about dating friends..I am not used to the concept of dating someone I already consider as a friend. I don't know how to explain it....I'm just complicated like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, things aren't always what it seems to be..isn't it? It happened when he started showing that he actually cared for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my mind I kept telling myself, "No. You &lt;b&gt;cannot&lt;/b&gt; fall for him. He treats everyone nicely. It's not just you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen how he treated one of his close girl friend, which is also my friend by the name Yen with such care and they've remained just friends after so many years. He's the type of guy a girl calls, to tell her problems to and he's the type of guy who doesn't fall in love so easily with someone. I mean, he actually waited for a girl for 3 years. Imagine that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, there was this day when I felt quite pissed at him for something. I don't know why I got so pissed I didn't want to talk to him so I basically ignored him the whole night. While we were all sitting down in a group at the restaurant, he became so silent. I've never seen him like that before. However, the egoistic me at the time decided to continue to ignore him and to continue talking to my other friends. I laughed and I played some board games with them, but I kept glancing at him from the corner of my eye. Everytime I saw him looking sad and quiet &amp;nbsp;I felt my heart break a little. I didn't know why. The only thing I could ask myself at that time was, "what's happening?". I thought I've managed to avoid feelings like these after all that has happened. I thought I've chained my heart once and for all. My love life was never a happy one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it was time to go home that night..he was supposed to fetch me home, but Rong Jiang offered to give me a ride home instead because he saw how we were being cold to each other the whole night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time I reached home, I made a decision to call him and to tell him that I was sorry for being such an emo bitch. And, for those of you who don't know, I am not a person who calls and apologizes to people. I've got such a high ego, I could compare it with a guy's. It's just that, at that point in time, I just felt like I had to because I couldn't stand seeing him that way. I didn't know why. I was staring at my cell phone for the longest time before I pressed the "dial" button. It rang a few times, and all of a sudden I saw the words "Call Ended" on my screen. That ticked me off so bad, I sent him a few icy cold messages in which he replied that he ended the call because our friends were asking him too many things at the same time and that he would call me back. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he called the first time, I ended it because I didn't feel like talking to him anymore. But somehow, I could never be too hard on him, so I answered the second time (quite zha dou, I know). We talked for an hour plus that night, all the while, he was making me laugh and soon, I forgot about all the "pissed" emotions I felt earlier. When our conversation ended and I clicked the phone off, I lied on my bed and wondered, what just happened. I knew then, that I have feelings of "like" for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything just flowed smoothly from there..and from the feelings of "like" I began to fall in love with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how he is so caring and so understanding. He is unlike any other guy I've ever been with and that makes him special. He is like my best friend whom I can talk to, and be comfortable with. I guess, the most important thing is that..I'm able to be myself while I'm with him. I can show him the sides of me that &amp;nbsp;no one knows. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If This Isn't Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I’m calling his phone up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to tell him how much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really love him ‘cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His everything I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He listens to me, he cares for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I truly believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God sent me an angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up from above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That’s gonna love me for life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Might as well be perfect only because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s the only way I can describe, so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It this isn’t love, tell me what it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‘Cause I could be dreaming or just plain crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It this isn’t love, tell me what it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‘Cause I never felt like this baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If this isn’t love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-O-V-E, what is in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-O-V-E, oh if this isn’t love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-O-V-E, what is in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-O-V-E, oh if this isn’t love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m selfish ‘cause I don’t&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanna share him with nobody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not even those&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People that came before me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But see, I never believed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God would send me an angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up from above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That’s gonna love me for life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Might as well be perfect only because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s the only way I can describe, so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It this isn’t love, tell me what it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‘Cause I could be dreaming or just plain crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It this isn’t love, tell me what it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‘Cause I never felt like this baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If this isn’t love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-O-V-E, what is in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-O-V-E, oh if this isn’t love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-O-V-E, what is in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-O-V-E, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if you got real love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lemme see you put your hands up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See you put your hands up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kind of love that fits quite like a drug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lemme see you put your hands up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See you put your hands up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If this isn’t love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‘Cause I know I ain’t crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I ain’t tripping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I ain’t slipping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that is love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see me with my hands up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you think I’m dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I ain’t dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‘Cause this is the reason I love him because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If this isn’t love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It this isn’t love, tell me what it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‘Cause I could be dreaming or just plain crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It this isn’t love, tell me what it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‘Cause I never felt like this baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-O-V-E, what is in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-O-V-E, oh if this isn’t love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-O-V-E, what is in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-O-V-E, oh if this isn’t love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, L-O-V-E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, L-O-V-E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-1250146396897753928?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1250146396897753928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=1250146396897753928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1250146396897753928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1250146396897753928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Srxuu64uizI/AAAAAAAACqg/JKbUuEe2Cw0/s72-c/P9101029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-4009787474325028976</id><published>2009-09-24T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:53:23.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm wondering how did I manage to type out a blog post every single day in the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my mind's kinda not-into blogging. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, it's almost the time of the month again. Which means = PMS. How wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;I'm annoyed with my own feelings and&amp;nbsp;behavior&amp;nbsp;these days. I just can't understand how I could be annoyed with certain small issues; so I've decided to google "PMS" (finally) to really read about this thing which women often blame on for almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that there are more than 200 symptoms for PMS and I think I have these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abdominal Bloating&lt;/b&gt; (I'd feel fat)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Breast tenderness or swelling&lt;/b&gt; (no comment)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stress or anxiety&lt;/b&gt; (IF I'm having exams, due dates, etc)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;TROUBLE FALLING ASLEEP&lt;/b&gt; (happens everytime)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Headache&lt;/b&gt; (Happens during pms and while I'm having my period)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fatigue &lt;/b&gt;(ugh, I hate being fatigue)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;ACNE&lt;/b&gt; ($*&amp;amp;^@#*&amp;amp;$*&amp;amp;(#$ - long string of very bad words)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood Swings&lt;/b&gt; (This is the thing I hate most. I'd prefer being happy 24/7. Hate you mood swings!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Irritability&lt;/b&gt; (getting annoyed over the smallest matters)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: PMS is a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I will not allow such a thing to fluctuate my emotions. &lt;b&gt;NO! &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;:(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: I will be happy and not be emotional for no apparent reason because&lt;b&gt; it's stupid and a mere waste of time and energy&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile Regina...SMILLEEEE&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd, I'm talking to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-4009787474325028976?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4009787474325028976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=4009787474325028976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/4009787474325028976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/4009787474325028976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-wondering-how-did-i-manage-to-type.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-3589710010196255266</id><published>2009-09-18T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:33:29.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Then and Now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SrL8IYo6GmI/AAAAAAAACqQ/q2M_p73Q2_g/s1600-h/P9181515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SrL8IYo6GmI/AAAAAAAACqQ/q2M_p73Q2_g/s320/P9181515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sister dug this picture of me a few days ago..and I was chatting to my old friend Vic about "those" days in school as well..Therefore, I decided to post this up. It's a lovely photo of myself in the librarian uniform. You have my permission to laugh. haha. I'm proud of it nonetheless. :p&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I didn't change much (I think), Vic said my personality has been the same ever since I was a kid...l-o-l. Not sure if that's a good thing? I was more of the "gila-gila" kid because I loved to laugh. I laughed at almost anything and I hated to see people sad. So, I've always tried my best to make others laugh along with me........even if it meant making lame jokes, getting laughed "at" instead of laughing "with", making awfully weird faces and all. Gawd, I lost my dignity right there. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SrL8jSzj-nI/AAAAAAAACqY/-XETlcQ3ZJU/s1600-h/P7263783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SrL8jSzj-nI/AAAAAAAACqY/-XETlcQ3ZJU/s320/P7263783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I guess it's true what they say.. "A leopard never changes its spots".&lt;br /&gt;My hair may change, my sense of dressing may differ from what it used to be..&lt;br /&gt;in the end, what really matters is who I am on the inside and I'm happy that I'm still that person.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-3589710010196255266?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3589710010196255266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=3589710010196255266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/3589710010196255266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/3589710010196255266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/09/then-and-now-my-sister-dug-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SrL8IYo6GmI/AAAAAAAACqQ/q2M_p73Q2_g/s72-c/P9181515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-270824764222778697</id><published>2009-09-14T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:07:33.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Cyberview Lodge Resort &amp;amp; Spa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;@ Cyberjaya (12/9-13/9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3JBZ_L41I/AAAAAAAACnY/OwvHyP5hbhw/s1600-h/P9121475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3JBZ_L41I/AAAAAAAACnY/OwvHyP5hbhw/s320/P9121475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For my 21st birthday, I didn't want to do common stuff like..going to the club and all 'cause honestly I rather enjoy the company of my close friends in a chilling surrounding compared to the bombardment of noise. So, Fernie and RJ recommended the whole "rent a hotel room" idea. I had a few options. My first choice was Sunway because I remembered seeing beautiful pictures of the presidential suite. Sadly, they were very strict about the "2 people only" policy so I couldn't book the place. My mom then suggested a wonderful idea : Cyberview Lodge Resort. Their hotels are in the form of chalets and it's rather private.. plus they allowed us to have more people in a room because it isn't like the normal hotel rooms where you're so close by another room. They had 2 units of bungalows and when I visited the place I instantly fell in love with the Balinese inspired concept of the place. I chose unit no. 100 (they have 2 units: no.101 and no.100) because it overlooked the beautiful garden and the waterfall pool was just sooo close by. I love listening to the waterfall sound. ;p The picture above shows the masterbedroom's bathroom. It's a lot larger than the picture..behind that wood semi-wall, there's the WC and behind the brick wall's the shower. On the right is the supposed jacuzzi which we couldn't really operate because we didn't see any holes which boosts out the bubbles. But, the lady who showed us around told us it was a jacuzzi. Hmm. Was a nice bath-tub nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3JOTvKvvI/AAAAAAAACng/X73rF95q6Zc/s1600-h/P9121477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3JOTvKvvI/AAAAAAAACng/X73rF95q6Zc/s320/P9121477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the masterbedroom where me and a few of my friends slept. The lighting in the bungalow was a tinge of orange which gives the whole romantic&amp;nbsp;ambiance. It's perfect for a honeymoon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3JY7GN1UI/AAAAAAAACno/nXQX_f8IYgM/s1600-h/P9121478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3JY7GN1UI/AAAAAAAACno/nXQX_f8IYgM/s320/P9121478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Still a picture of the masterbedroom. On the right there's a flat screen TV and if you walk further in, that's where the toilet is located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3Jk48JULI/AAAAAAAACnw/Xn-e03pxa7E/s1600-h/P9121480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3Jk48JULI/AAAAAAAACnw/Xn-e03pxa7E/s320/P9121480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Presenting the dining table which was rarely used. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3Jw-c_GEI/AAAAAAAACn4/FJOJBTGNR90/s1600-h/P9121481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3Jw-c_GEI/AAAAAAAACn4/FJOJBTGNR90/s320/P9121481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the other room in the bungalow~ It's nice too :)&lt;br /&gt;Outside the bungalow, there were day-beds, rocking chairs, tea tables and chairs, etc for those who enjoy relaxing outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was set at Xing Zhu&amp;nbsp;Chinese&amp;nbsp;restaurant at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;We had to meet up at the lobby by 7.45pm for the shuttle to bring us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3KAwbUJBI/AAAAAAAACoA/YPdtxmK4rLw/s1600-h/P9121482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3KAwbUJBI/AAAAAAAACoA/YPdtxmK4rLw/s320/P9121482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Zhi Yun and Annie whom I haven't seen and talked to in agessss. Was nice to have them around after so long. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3KddXhVrI/AAAAAAAACoQ/7DFO7LN1D6c/s1600-h/P9121489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3KddXhVrI/AAAAAAAACoQ/7DFO7LN1D6c/s320/P9121489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me and Yen+Fernie. I just realised that I didn't have a picture with Meryll in my own camera! =(&lt;br /&gt;Time to steal from others. haha. As usual, I was too busy doing some other stuff and for that I'd have super limited &amp;nbsp;photos. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following are pictures of the food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3KsfhD6pI/AAAAAAAACoY/JcYZawFU7oM/s1600-h/P9121495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3KsfhD6pI/AAAAAAAACoY/JcYZawFU7oM/s320/P9121495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some four season thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3K5Pss8GI/AAAAAAAACog/0CF6Ryo0Df0/s1600-h/P9121496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3K5Pss8GI/AAAAAAAACog/0CF6Ryo0Df0/s320/P9121496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This looked weird to me because I've never seen shark fin soup being presented in such a way. It was delicious though. Nice presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3LEhjdLwI/AAAAAAAACoo/h3zNeKrsGlw/s1600-h/P9121497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3LEhjdLwI/AAAAAAAACoo/h3zNeKrsGlw/s320/P9121497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Marinated lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3LO_QFEHI/AAAAAAAACow/eROLd63YiXU/s1600-h/P9121498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3LO_QFEHI/AAAAAAAACow/eROLd63YiXU/s320/P9121498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Very delicious cod-fish. This was probably my favourite dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3LonJ-1AI/AAAAAAAACpA/GVGevh1N0Ro/s1600-h/P9121500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3LonJ-1AI/AAAAAAAACpA/GVGevh1N0Ro/s320/P9121500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Salad prawns. Thank goodness they removed the shell. We didn't have to get all messy trying to remove the shell. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3L1xs_wSI/AAAAAAAACpI/oqXOQJuGURg/s1600-h/P9121501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3L1xs_wSI/AAAAAAAACpI/oqXOQJuGURg/s320/P9121501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Abalone and brocolli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3L-7IHovI/AAAAAAAACpQ/bxjB4RC8GzM/s1600-h/P9121502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3L-7IHovI/AAAAAAAACpQ/bxjB4RC8GzM/s320/P9121502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Noodles which they kindly helped to distribute in small bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3MLmAiOhI/AAAAAAAACpY/6tH_GpQxTlQ/s1600-h/P9121503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3MLmAiOhI/AAAAAAAACpY/6tH_GpQxTlQ/s320/P9121503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The cute dessert! I forgot to take a picture of another dessert : the mango sago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3MVsDhIJI/AAAAAAAACpg/xzj7xT6aNQ0/s1600-h/P9121504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3MVsDhIJI/AAAAAAAACpg/xzj7xT6aNQ0/s320/P9121504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Totally loved the bunny. haha. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3U8JxdnQI/AAAAAAAACqA/qmrsKN1YrTs/s1600-h/P9121506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3U8JxdnQI/AAAAAAAACqA/qmrsKN1YrTs/s320/P9121506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A group picture of everyone! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3MiYvKTBI/AAAAAAAACpo/iG5Ag5tLn9o/s1600-h/P9121507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3MiYvKTBI/AAAAAAAACpo/iG5Ag5tLn9o/s320/P9121507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3NjW_zwVI/AAAAAAAACpw/CL4-l2b87q0/s1600-h/P9121512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3NjW_zwVI/AAAAAAAACpw/CL4-l2b87q0/s320/P9121512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3Nt6qvygI/AAAAAAAACp4/AHKlJvGsuPQ/s1600-h/P9121514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3Nt6qvygI/AAAAAAAACp4/AHKlJvGsuPQ/s320/P9121514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Back at the hotel, I took some cam-ho pictures and *ahem* pictures with the other girls which is in Yen's camera. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went for a shower to remove the gunk from my face and to take off the wig.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I heard Yen supposedly screaming for help saying that she was bullied and all.&lt;br /&gt;When I went out, Fernie was holding the cake and they all sang happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;It was utter chaos while we were cutting the cake though. The whole cake was made of ice-cream and it was melting like lava from a volcano. After eating a slice of cake, each of us picked a spoon and started digging in like barbarians. The sight of us eating the cake was hilarious but I tried not to laugh. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;When the cake was finished, they passed me the presents. I was so touched I almost teared..&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe they went out of the way to get the cake for me..and the presents were really nice too. I love all of 'em. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued the night by playing a few round of twisters and we played spin the bottle 'till 5am+. lol.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we bummed around 'till 5pm+, checked out and headed for a yummy dinner at a restaurant recommended by Fernie. I forgot how the name is spelled. It's an Italian restaurant : Kaffe/Caffe/Caff???? Shall confirm with her again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I would like to thank Chan Heng, Yen (my first ever friend in final year. =D ), Fernie, Rong Jiang, Boon, Meryll, Nicky, Annie and Zhi Yun for coming and making those 2 days so special and interesting. I really appreciate you FUN friends. haha. All of you are so amazing. I can't ask for better friends than you people because each of you are like a ray of sunshine in my life which brings me joy and happiness. Thank you. =)&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-270824764222778697?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/270824764222778697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=270824764222778697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/270824764222778697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/270824764222778697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/09/cyberview-lodge-resort-spa-cyberjaya.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3JBZ_L41I/AAAAAAAACnY/OwvHyP5hbhw/s72-c/P9121475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-1559470946931375972</id><published>2009-09-11T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:27:23.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The Birthday Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my 21st birthday yesterday! Wasn't sure if I should celebrate the fact that I've made it to the "young adult" stage or to mourn the fact that I'm another year Older. haha. Just kiddin'. Obviously I'm happy I've finally turned 21. I'm officially legal babehh!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, my dad came around, hugged me, wished me and gave me my key pendant. He said, "you now have the freedom to do..GOOD". He emphasized on the "GOOD" really clearly I wonder why. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every other birthdays I've ever had in my life, the tradition is to celebrate the actual birthday with my family. So the plan for my birthday was a dinner with my lovely family~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Starhill and proceeded the restaurants at the lowest floor. There were quite a few but I finally managed to pick one, which was called Pak Loh Chiu Chou Restaurant. I had no idea what the difference was between Chiu Chou and every other chinese restaurants out there but the place looked good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always attracted to restaurants with beautiful interior decorating. The service was definitely good because the moment we stepped in, the friendly waitress led us into the private area although there were still seats outside. Was so nice of her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm11RI2DaI/AAAAAAAAClg/3orRiHMleCs/s1600-h/P9104054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm11RI2DaI/AAAAAAAAClg/3orRiHMleCs/s320/P9104054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Picture of the menu and the plates/bowls, etc. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm172eb2uI/AAAAAAAAClo/zPb2iYpFtnA/s1600-h/P9104068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm172eb2uI/AAAAAAAAClo/zPb2iYpFtnA/s320/P9104068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me drinking the "welcome tea". The welcome tea tasted really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm2ET-KrUI/AAAAAAAAClw/LF-YT-l9Gbo/s1600-h/P9104074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm2ET-KrUI/AAAAAAAAClw/LF-YT-l9Gbo/s320/P9104074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So was the pot of tea which we ordered. Honestly, every single dish there tasted really good and I'm not being biased just because of the place. I'm the kinda person who actually tastes the food to judge if it's good. Thanks to my dad who have been teaching us to eat delicious food ever since we were little. Even if it's beside the street, next to a drain..if the food tastes good, it's good. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm3NB_VboI/AAAAAAAACl4/fg7zsFzLgoI/s1600-h/P9104095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm3NB_VboI/AAAAAAAACl4/fg7zsFzLgoI/s320/P9104095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They actually gave us a "guide to ChiuChou cuisine" in order to help us understand the type of cuisine better. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished our dinner approximately 10pm and when we reached home, it was the "cutting cake ceremony".&lt;br /&gt;I've been cutting my birthday cake at the exact same place for many years. l-o-l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm3RL2er0I/AAAAAAAACmA/3iqdwhaMevA/s1600-h/P9104102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm3RL2er0I/AAAAAAAACmA/3iqdwhaMevA/s320/P9104102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BR ice cream cake. It's so yummmyyy~ and cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm3mDUdk3I/AAAAAAAACmI/Hm6ny1oq7Lo/s1600-h/P9104103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm3mDUdk3I/AAAAAAAACmI/Hm6ny1oq7Lo/s320/P9104103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness this ice cream cake wasn't as hard as the previous one from the choir ministry at Wong Kok. hahaha. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, there was the solo-picture-taking session exclusively by me, myself and I ( I've not used these words in such a long time! Ever since high school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm6XxBvNyI/AAAAAAAACmo/C32XPyD1X_8/s1600-h/P9104116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm6XxBvNyI/AAAAAAAACmo/C32XPyD1X_8/s320/P9104116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Acting-cute pictures are fun because I won't look so serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm6h0NMNEI/AAAAAAAACmw/cnTzTx6Wmx4/s1600-h/P9104118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm6h0NMNEI/AAAAAAAACmw/cnTzTx6Wmx4/s320/P9104118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Picture of me in my room, thanks to my sis Charissa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm6kDHubYI/AAAAAAAACm4/T33lmdVctxs/s1600-h/P9104119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm6kDHubYI/AAAAAAAACm4/T33lmdVctxs/s320/P9104119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm6nJotaRI/AAAAAAAACnA/qcbRWMJeHiQ/s1600-h/P9104126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm6nJotaRI/AAAAAAAACnA/qcbRWMJeHiQ/s320/P9104126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm6s_9U6PI/AAAAAAAACnI/S2nps7w66ng/s1600-h/P9104136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm6s_9U6PI/AAAAAAAACnI/S2nps7w66ng/s320/P9104136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't really have any other explanation for the other pictures because they were all basically S-S pictures. rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something unexpected towards the end of the night though. I got a surprise by my cell group members =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister came to me, asking me to take water for her which was pretty unusual because she has water in her room.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I went.... and found many people crammed in the kitchen with a birthday cake lighted up.&lt;br /&gt;They sang a birthday song and I cut the cake again..for the second time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle made a card and Careen picked the present.&lt;br /&gt;Something&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;happened while I was opening the present. -___-&lt;br /&gt;The box shows a small hair-dryer and I was like "oh! I would've needed a small hair dryer for travelling and all, thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;Careen replied "aaa...it's not a hairdryer"&lt;br /&gt;rofllmaolol.&lt;br /&gt;When I opened the box, there was a very pretty tube dress with a front zipper. And the thing is, I've been meaning to purchase a dress like that! Careen totally read my mind. :p&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I would always appreciate any gift anyone gives to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also very touched by the hand-made card..it's so beautiful~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm70GiOOpI/AAAAAAAACnQ/WSwCthylLdQ/s1600-h/P9114146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm70GiOOpI/AAAAAAAACnQ/WSwCthylLdQ/s320/P9114146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;I don't have the group picture from last night.&lt;/span&gt; Sooo..I'll be waiting to steal it from anyone who uploads it.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture successfully stolen! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3iJrxiA-I/AAAAAAAACqI/T0sQSCwPT44/s1600-h/10618_1220677241158_1355757085_30638624_7290595_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sq3iJrxiA-I/AAAAAAAACqI/T0sQSCwPT44/s320/10618_1220677241158_1355757085_30638624_7290595_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small shout out to Careen: Thanks for being such a wonderful connect group leader..you're so patient, caring, nice &amp;amp; _________(insert all sorts of nice words here). I'm so happy to have gotten to know you. Thanks for everything ~ ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-1559470946931375972?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1559470946931375972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=1559470946931375972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1559470946931375972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1559470946931375972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-post-it-was-my-21st-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sqm11RI2DaI/AAAAAAAAClg/3orRiHMleCs/s72-c/P9104054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-3934155769367052735</id><published>2009-09-07T13:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:45:56.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been more than a month and I'm still enjoying BUMMING AROUND. A big whooppie for freedom! :)&lt;br /&gt;Have watched almost all the movies and yesterday I got TRICKED by Chan Heng to watch the Laughing Gor. I was told that the movie was a comedy but, it was an action movie. I don't usually watch chinese movies you see, so I totally bought it because of the stupid name it has : "LAUGHING GOR". Anyway, it was something like..Infernal Affairs and the "Gor" is supposedly Kor as in "Tai KOR". Gawd. Awesome translations. Thank goodness it wasn't that bad, OR ELSE. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident reminded me of the time when the IP Man movie was released.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was telling me "hey! go and watch I-P Man! It's really good!"&lt;br /&gt;It made me wonder what was so good about I.P. Man. Wouldn't it be only about computers and stuff? sounded boring to me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard that it had something to do with ancient China.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts turned to :Since when did they have computers in ancient China?&lt;br /&gt;When I finally watched the show, I got what it mean. It's YIP MAN. The name of the character in the show.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, Malaysian chinese kinda fails at pronouncing chinese movie names.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just a handfull of my friends. I don't know. To those who were in the same boat of bad pronounciations, don't get offended ok, I just think it's funny because all the while I was pronouncing it as I.P. Man as well, 'till I watched the movie. haha. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I just have to say this: If you're driving a Kancil, Saga, Wira, Gen 2, Satria and various normal cars which normal people has, stop trying to stand out by installing a SHIP sounding engine to your car because not only does it make the car look CHEAP, it is ANNOYING. Do take note that a loud sounding car is only suitable for posh cars. I especially hate it when some cheap-ass poser dude steps out of his cheap, UGLY,&lt;b&gt; modified&lt;/b&gt; car acting cool as though all the girls would drool over his mediocre car sounds, cheap paint, spoilers which are way too big for the car and its disgustingly hideous bodykit &amp;amp; skirting. It gives me the urge to throw my cup of limau ice to their direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, this song is fantastic. It's a mixture of 6 songs :&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Jason Mraz - I'm Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;2. Howie Day - Collide&lt;br /&gt;3. Five For Fighting - Superman&lt;br /&gt;4. Angela Ammons - Always Getting Over You&lt;br /&gt;5. Boyzone - All That I Need&lt;br /&gt;6. 3 Doors Down - Here Without You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JKKl95Ttrc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JKKl95Ttrc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-3934155769367052735?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3934155769367052735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=3934155769367052735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/3934155769367052735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/3934155769367052735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-more-than-month-and-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-6470725329370874890</id><published>2009-09-03T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:06:15.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad sent me this link with some wise quotes to ponder upon a few weeks ago.&lt;div&gt;It's been awhile..since I actually read quotes or written any quotes in my "quote" book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who didn't know..I actually have this book where I write some of my favourite quotes in. Have been doing it since I was in high school. haha. Corny, I know. But it's a hobby and I would totally recommend it because reading quotes are rather uplifting..especially when you're down. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's a quote I really like by Dr. Seuss (I never knew Dr. Seuss was a real person. I thought it was a name of a fictional character)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-6470725329370874890?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6470725329370874890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=6470725329370874890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/6470725329370874890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/6470725329370874890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-dad-sent-me-this-link-with-some-wise.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-4760608463457390147</id><published>2009-08-31T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:51:38.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm absolutely enjoying my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to kick back and relax without due dates to rush, assignments to finish, things to memorize, etc etc. I feel so stress-free. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, something's been bothering me. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;Damn that incident. If it didn't happen I wouldn't even be thinking about it. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I've lost the whole "blogging" enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to find the words to express things these days. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be because of 2 reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. Refusing to use my brains&lt;br /&gt;2. Not bothered about blogging 'bout everything I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, it's supposed to be Merdeka Eve and all. I bet kids are all out partying, blowing their whistles, spraying people all over with the cans of foam, clubbing and drinking like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..guess how I spent it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up and played Gin Rummy and Mahjong with my family, sipping quality green tea, laughing while my dad repetitively says "I'm going to win this round" but is consistently losing every round while my mom always seems to win out of nowhere. It's awesome. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-4760608463457390147?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4760608463457390147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=4760608463457390147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/4760608463457390147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/4760608463457390147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-absolutely-enjoying-my-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-7407537803751648167</id><published>2009-08-26T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:24:07.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This morning at 10am+ , my mom woke me up saying "Mun! wake up. Let's go and eat seafood...at Morib"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I answered, "huh? MORIB?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it was an impromptu thingie my parents love to do. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So me and my sisters got ready. At 11am+ we went off to Morib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was quite a long drive because my dad took a wrong turn at the beginning. By the time we arrived the seafood restaurant it was approximately 2pm and I was starving. I swear at that time I was so hungry I could eat an elephant. Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dad ordered some clamfish (Lala), steamed fish, crab, vegetables, prawns, tang hoon. When the food reached our table, me and my sisters gobbled it up like we've not eaten in days. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After lunch, my youngest sister (Theng) began her "I want to go to the beach" whining. All of us complied since it was quite a long drive there anyway. Might as well savour the moment. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Morib beach was exceptionally windy this afternoon (Even the person who sold kites said so)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The moment I stepped down the car, I told my dad "D, I wanna buy a kite!!" like a KID. And I kept pestering him 'till he bought 1. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The designs were kinda childish but, I managed to pick the cutest one with Winnie the Pooh cartoon drawings all over the kite. It was either that or Spiderman..etc etc. They only sold kiddy kites. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SpUmUKSPyMI/AAAAAAAACk0/sOBhDmFbQik/s1600-h/P8263875.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SpUmUKSPyMI/AAAAAAAACk0/sOBhDmFbQik/s320/P8263875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's me, looking all professional with the strings, tugging and pulling as though I've flown a kite since forever. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SpUmWl5RuYI/AAAAAAAACk8/9Ofwd42wfHE/s1600-h/P8263878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SpUmWl5RuYI/AAAAAAAACk8/9Ofwd42wfHE/s320/P8263878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With the help of the kite seller's tips, we managed to fly our kite really really high! This picture isn't the "highest" the kite went. The high-flying picture made the kite looked like a spec in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SpUmY7wd10I/AAAAAAAAClE/iyUxDBK3XX0/s1600-h/P8263888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SpUmY7wd10I/AAAAAAAAClE/iyUxDBK3XX0/s320/P8263888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me and my sisters:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SpUmjTFVldI/AAAAAAAAClM/GmQsmyqZPJE/s1600-h/P8263964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SpUmjTFVldI/AAAAAAAAClM/GmQsmyqZPJE/s320/P8263964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me looking so over-joyed because I was able to re-live my childhood days. It was pretty nostalgic I felt like tearing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SpUmmPx8uwI/AAAAAAAAClU/f7LZ1TvAnzE/s1600-h/P8263976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SpUmmPx8uwI/AAAAAAAAClU/f7LZ1TvAnzE/s320/P8263976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a Happy and Fun Day with my family. I love doing simple things like these with them. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-7407537803751648167?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7407537803751648167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=7407537803751648167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7407537803751648167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7407537803751648167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-morning-at-10am-in-morning-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SpUmUKSPyMI/AAAAAAAACk0/sOBhDmFbQik/s72-c/P8263875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-8832100033262652391</id><published>2009-08-22T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:38:24.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I took forever to upload these pictures! And it was less than half of the pictures we took *&lt;em&gt;wipes sweat off forehead&lt;/em&gt;* Uploading pictures on&amp;nbsp;the blog&amp;nbsp;is quite&amp;nbsp;tiring kay. You gotta&amp;nbsp;click and wait and adjust the margins. Etc, etc. (I'm exaggerating)&amp;nbsp;Anyway, pictures&amp;nbsp;thanks to&amp;nbsp;the camera-woman :&amp;nbsp;Yen. I brought my own camera but I was too lazy to take it out. haha. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Graduation Trip: Redang Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accomodation: Redang Bay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transport: Air Asia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[= Fun Budget Trip for everyone]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our plane was set for departure at 7.05am (18.08.09) and the week before our departure my mom had booked a 7 seater cab to LCCT. However, that idiot decided to do a no-show. By 5am, I was beginning to panic (we&amp;nbsp;needed about 45 minutes&amp;nbsp;of travelling time to reach&amp;nbsp;LCCT from my place)&amp;nbsp;because me and Yen had to check in our luggages and as you know, if you don't check in at least 45 minutes before, you won't be able to check in at all. I was whining early in the morning because of that cab driver. Around 5.05am, my mom decided not to take the risk of waiting and started calling some other cabs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Within minutes 2 cabs arrived (Comfort cabs). They saved our lives! Literally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We arrived at LCCT around 5.50am so there was still about 15 min or so left before the check-ins were closed. I was sooo relieved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So95-ofJxXI/AAAAAAAACgM/DTID2OjQzOM/s1600-h/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So95-ofJxXI/AAAAAAAACgM/DTID2OjQzOM/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the picture of our lovely Air Asia plane. You can see that the sky is just beginning to have that tinge of bright blue where the sun is about to rise. It's beautiful. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the plane I was dead hungry so I orded this Sotong Nasi Lemak for RM9. I must say, the food wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;journey took a mere 50 minutes and it felt extremely short because by the time I finished my nasi lemak and came back from the washroom, the pilot have already&amp;nbsp;started announcing our arrival at the Sultan Mahmud Airport, Kuala Terengganu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We then took our luggage and&amp;nbsp;went as a group&amp;nbsp;to the bus which drove us to the&amp;nbsp;jetty. The bus ride felt&amp;nbsp;quite long though. It was about 45 minutes I think? 'cause I slept in the bus and by the time I woke up, we were still in the road. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I think the jetty&amp;nbsp;should be improved because it kinda gives the impression that we were about to head to a&amp;nbsp;deserted dirty island. &lt;strike&gt;Picture this: you arrive at this jetty and everything is made of wood. And&amp;nbsp;the wood I'm talking about isn't those "nice" ones.&amp;nbsp;There's a hut&amp;nbsp;which is poorly made and it seemed&amp;nbsp;as though it&amp;nbsp;could fall apart anytime. The water is greenish and you could see algae&amp;nbsp;all around.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;Forget it, I shall just upload the picture of the Jetty area. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Looking at the condition of the jetty..it made me wonder..if Redang would live up to its name? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And yes,&amp;nbsp;in case you didn't know, it was the&amp;nbsp;first time I went to Redang Island.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-SEi3CFjI/AAAAAAAACkE/6E7Zkjt7KYQ/s1600-h/P1050550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-SEi3CFjI/AAAAAAAACkE/6E7Zkjt7KYQ/s320/P1050550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So anyway, thoughts aside, we went into the yacht and as we went furrther and further away from the jetty, everything became better and better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So96PqdHFwI/AAAAAAAACgU/pQaF5ofwxrM/s1600-h/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So96PqdHFwI/AAAAAAAACgU/pQaF5ofwxrM/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the view from the boat on the way to Redang Island. And no, that island is not Redang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-S_GeDt1I/AAAAAAAACkM/_JkW-WG48pw/s1600-h/P1050569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-S_GeDt1I/AAAAAAAACkM/_JkW-WG48pw/s320/P1050569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Redang. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Along the whole stretch of beach we were at, there were about 4-5 resorts. The best along the stretch would be Laguna. It's hugeee! And expensive, obviously. However, according to the people who work in Redang, the most expensive hotel is the Berjaya hotel which is very exclusive. It can't be seen in that stretch of resorts because it was on the other side of the island. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When we reached the island, we had to walk on the beach&amp;nbsp;to reach our resort (Redang Bay). Thank goodness&amp;nbsp;they drove our luggages there. We booked a family room, therefore we were able to fit everyone in. The room we booked was a basic room (Family room)&amp;nbsp;which includes a double decker bed (queen size bottom and single size top), queen size bed and 2 extra single sized beds provided. There's water heater too. Other than that, breakfast, lunch and dinner was provided at the nearby cafeteria.&amp;nbsp;The room&amp;nbsp;was good enough for us because we weren't in the room most of the time anyway. ;) Btw, their soup during meals were really really good! Most of the meals consists of chinese food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the first day, we didn't do much of the beach activities. It was basically a day for exploration..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Yen got this air-spray tattoo&amp;nbsp;on our bodies just for fun. I had one on my left just above the chest with the words "bad girl"&amp;nbsp;with red hearts and Yen had a butterfly on the top part of her right ass. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So98ZAMOFVI/AAAAAAAACgk/pQW_VEihu8Q/s1600-h/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So98ZAMOFVI/AAAAAAAACgk/pQW_VEihu8Q/s320/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We changed into our bikini's and put on loads of sun-block..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, it was picture time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So96VgulHuI/AAAAAAAACgc/km56Sbc7CUg/s1600-h/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So96VgulHuI/AAAAAAAACgc/km56Sbc7CUg/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me showing off my so-called tattoo. I will never make a real tattoo. Firstly, I don't think I'd like to go through the pain. Secondly, I won't wanna scar my skin for life. I prefer these fake ones which I can put on and take off as I please. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So9-FCw0TjI/AAAAAAAACg8/cwNvXylQtLc/s1600-h/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So9-FCw0TjI/AAAAAAAACg8/cwNvXylQtLc/s320/7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The 4 shadows from left to right: Chan Heng, Yen, Boon and Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So99WTWc9vI/AAAAAAAACg0/sPzZZGT0gP4/s1600-h/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So99WTWc9vI/AAAAAAAACg0/sPzZZGT0gP4/s320/6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So984LGUhhI/AAAAAAAACgs/YV4bpvy98R0/s1600-h/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So984LGUhhI/AAAAAAAACgs/YV4bpvy98R0/s320/5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obviously I wanted to take a picture of me in the clear water. :) And on the right, it's me fooling around with the hammock. It's not a fisherman's net. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So9-b6Ol-jI/AAAAAAAAChE/7-z7Ozal8_g/s1600-h/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So9-b6Ol-jI/AAAAAAAAChE/7-z7Ozal8_g/s320/8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I like this pic :) From left to right: Me, Chan Heng, Boon and Fernie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So9-6UEwpNI/AAAAAAAAChM/h-hWeTkcRDA/s1600-h/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So9-6UEwpNI/AAAAAAAAChM/h-hWeTkcRDA/s320/9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the place where we chilled most of the time when we wanted some snacks or drinks. But it's so&amp;nbsp;over-priced. On the second day we ate some Keropok, Fried Cempedak, drank some coconuts and the bill came up to RM68. However, it's a tourist destination so I guess we can't complain much. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So9_MUwt_ZI/AAAAAAAAChU/QYMl3wOHkj0/s1600-h/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So9_MUwt_ZI/AAAAAAAAChU/QYMl3wOHkj0/s320/10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The first night was the Twister night. It was kinda insane! I had trouble keeping myself off the ground and I don't know why I always had the "luck" of getting difficult positions. Omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So9_yd7_0aI/AAAAAAAAChc/wb-dMVEoKeQ/s1600-h/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So9_yd7_0aI/AAAAAAAAChc/wb-dMVEoKeQ/s320/11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was when we all went over to chee wee and friend's room to join them for drinks. As usual I didn't drink because I'm an awefully bad drinker. So I just sat and watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the second day, all of us managed to wake up early for breakfast because everyone slept early that night. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WE went for the 9.30am snorkelling session at Marina Bay and this was where Yen totally emo because she didn't get her underwater picture taken.&amp;nbsp;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-AOIPgJoI/AAAAAAAAChk/BnhRkTjJiq0/s1600-h/12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-AOIPgJoI/AAAAAAAAChk/BnhRkTjJiq0/s320/12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since she didn't get her picture taken the first time, she made us follow her for another session at 2.30pm. This time, it was snorkelling at the "deep sea" which I find quite shallow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-A7nNygtI/AAAAAAAAChs/U3-FIG3r8Rs/s1600-h/13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-A7nNygtI/AAAAAAAAChs/U3-FIG3r8Rs/s320/13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The corals were pretty though. :) However, Marina Bay seemed nicer to me because there were more "life" there. We got to see a large eel coming out of its cave (which was quite scary looking), some stone-like fish which weighs 60kg and loads more which I don't know the term to. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-CAjykYJI/AAAAAAAACh0/Eq2x4-p0R64/s1600-h/14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-CAjykYJI/AAAAAAAACh0/Eq2x4-p0R64/s320/14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken after we came back from Marina Bay, changed&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;proceeded to go to the "More More Tea House" because we had time to spare before the 2nd snorkelling session at 2.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-Ci9WtJEI/AAAAAAAACh8/supkOQLrEz8/s1600-h/14a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-Ci9WtJEI/AAAAAAAACh8/supkOQLrEz8/s320/14a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the "re-make" version of the More More Tea House. It was supposedly a movie set where Sammi Cheng shot her movie entitled Summer Holiday which was in Redang Island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By the way! the island was blooming with romance while we were there because firstly, we saw this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A couple having a wedding shoot. They were so sweet..Awww :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Secondly, there was another scenario which totally almost made me tear. Read on and you'll know why. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-C_SHE7CI/AAAAAAAACiE/wadv8n6ifJI/s1600-h/15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-C_SHE7CI/AAAAAAAACiE/wadv8n6ifJI/s320/15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh&amp;nbsp;yeah, it's been a long time since I played with Bubbles so I decided to buy a bottle of bubbles. I felt like a kid...and it felt good! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-Dj1wHyqI/AAAAAAAACiM/f7M7vLiAmOM/s1600-h/16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-Dj1wHyqI/AAAAAAAACiM/f7M7vLiAmOM/s320/16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-D9kEsz1I/AAAAAAAACiU/wPOYSaLJYAg/s1600-h/17.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-D9kEsz1I/AAAAAAAACiU/wPOYSaLJYAg/s320/17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Me playing with bubbles. My bubbles bottle had the Nokia 8250 packaging. hahaha-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-EMJFquOI/AAAAAAAACic/9f7dMjNa5S4/s1600-h/18.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-EMJFquOI/AAAAAAAACic/9f7dMjNa5S4/s320/18.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yen and Me. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So_YM3J_ouI/AAAAAAAACks/jozmIXAmCjM/s1600-h/P1050647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So_YM3J_ouI/AAAAAAAACks/jozmIXAmCjM/s320/P1050647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I loveee the beach. Thank goodness the second day's sun was good to us. Wasn't as hot as the first day when we arrived. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-F_yvmOpI/AAAAAAAACis/terTMmjSagU/s1600-h/20.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-F_yvmOpI/AAAAAAAACis/terTMmjSagU/s320/20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kind of a candid shot. I was mesmerized by the sand. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-GhwXFcgI/AAAAAAAACi8/nIB9Q3okI6o/s1600-h/22.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-GhwXFcgI/AAAAAAAACi8/nIB9Q3okI6o/s320/22.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-GQvJKLSI/AAAAAAAACi0/6inV2PvgQ3k/s1600-h/21.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-GQvJKLSI/AAAAAAAACi0/6inV2PvgQ3k/s320/21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Took another me-in-water picture in the evening. That explains the darker shade of colour in the background. :) In the first picture I was merely standing there and Yen was saying "oi!! POSE LA!" So I just did the common pose which ended up like that on the right side. Quite CMI (cannot-make-it) I think. ROFL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-GtYL55sI/AAAAAAAACjE/b8coGZfZ39g/s1600-h/23.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-GtYL55sI/AAAAAAAACjE/b8coGZfZ39g/s320/23.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So-called walking "emo-ly" by the beach. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At night after dinner, we went back to our room and started drinking (I drank 1 cup which had more Sprite and ice&amp;nbsp;than alcohol.LOL) Still, I had that "light" feeling coming up in my head. We played spin the bottle for a bit and went out to hang out with our "new found friends" (people who worked at Redang Bay). haha. They were a cool bunch. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We danced and danced and&amp;nbsp;I felt so sweaty all over. It was good though. The whole feeling of "lightness" and "almost-headache" from drinking that 1 measely cup was all gone by the time we finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-ID1oA19I/AAAAAAAACjU/DYeXNkGBYqQ/s1600-h/25.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-ID1oA19I/AAAAAAAACjU/DYeXNkGBYqQ/s320/25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The 6 of us and some of them. Kinda miss them. haha. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After that, we decided to go to the beach and dip ourselves in the water because we felt wayy too hot. The girls went in their undies while the guys went in their boxers and "speedos". hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-IOAvCOkI/AAAAAAAACjc/wrZrib0gPFA/s1600-h/26.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-IOAvCOkI/AAAAAAAACjc/wrZrib0gPFA/s320/26.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-IYMx7OtI/AAAAAAAACjk/PaBphHMgaK4/s1600-h/27.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-IYMx7OtI/AAAAAAAACjk/PaBphHMgaK4/s320/27.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From left to right : Chan Heng, Me, Fernie and RJ. Yen was taking the picture while Boon was chilling at the hammock behind us. He joined us later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was really fun that night..we laid down and looked at the stars..talked about crap and sang some songs. Threw sand balls and hugged because it was cold..etc etc. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the third day, we went for jungle trekking which wasn't really much of a jungle trek because he seemed to rush the whole thing. Hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-JGK6-QQI/AAAAAAAACjs/rrMszzdZvoo/s1600-h/28.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-JGK6-QQI/AAAAAAAACjs/rrMszzdZvoo/s320/28.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Poor Yen got her feet scratched because she fell from one of the slippery rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-JdpGHhkI/AAAAAAAACj0/lMTUeEUnQt0/s1600-h/29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-JdpGHhkI/AAAAAAAACj0/lMTUeEUnQt0/s320/29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Me walking along the trek-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The highlight of the last night for me was this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-JnL9Fb8I/AAAAAAAACj8/E9f0t-Zs9O0/s1600-h/30.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-JnL9Fb8I/AAAAAAAACj8/E9f0t-Zs9O0/s320/30.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have never witnessed a marriage proposal before..so, it was really heart-warming for me when I saw this. The guy stood in the center of the heart while the friends stood behind her name "Mei". They sang a love song in chinese and after the song he held out a bouquet of flower to her and proposed. "Will you marry me?" he said. And it was obvious that he was quite nervous because he was just looking at her for her reply. The girl who was witnessing everything from above was just laughing and smiling and she looked quite shy. He ran up to her and gave her the flowers. She said yes and he gave a big grin with a peace sign. Everyone cheered and they kissed. Sigh. So sweet&amp;nbsp;:')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Overall, I would say that the trip was worth everything I paid for and more. I could've never asked for a graduation trip which was as fun as that because there were times I laughed so hard I forgot I could actually laugh like that. lol. Thanks everyone for making it such a memorable 4 days. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-i_a8FhsI/AAAAAAAACkU/ZNxTbrIzXLY/s1600-h/P1050953.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So-i_a8FhsI/AAAAAAAACkU/ZNxTbrIzXLY/s320/P1050953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last pic: me being rolled up like a sushi- LOL! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I took more than 4 hours to finish this post! (and I didn't even&amp;nbsp;explain about the trip a 100%. Was just the tip of the iceberg)&amp;nbsp;wow. This is my&amp;nbsp;Longest time spent on a single post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-8832100033262652391?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8832100033262652391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=8832100033262652391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/8832100033262652391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/8832100033262652391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-took-forever-to-upload-these-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So95-ofJxXI/AAAAAAAACgM/DTID2OjQzOM/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-4293448424465667695</id><published>2009-08-22T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:28:47.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So7ZDNV2EHI/AAAAAAAACf8/oSN5XHukVeI/s1600-h/P1050658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So7ZDNV2EHI/AAAAAAAACf8/oSN5XHukVeI/s400/P1050658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372470054643699826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Redang Island!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...will blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;After some long hours of sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-4293448424465667695?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4293448424465667695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=4293448424465667695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/4293448424465667695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/4293448424465667695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back-from-redang-island.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/So7ZDNV2EHI/AAAAAAAACf8/oSN5XHukVeI/s72-c/P1050658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-1523319123035603876</id><published>2009-08-15T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:42:19.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SoaO7KiKm2I/AAAAAAAACf0/WTEaeWLAfaM/s1600-h/P7263690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SoaO7KiKm2I/AAAAAAAACf0/WTEaeWLAfaM/s400/P7263690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370136752776977250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can officially pronounce myself as a FRESH GRADUATE! woohooo!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness the feeling of finishing the last paper was...(I can't find words to describe it)&lt;br /&gt;Shall just explain how it was like. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment the invigilator said "time's up". I kept my stationeries and sat there..waiting for the exam paper to be lifted away from my desk.&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the paper going off...I felt as though a huge burden was lifted away!&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out of the hall..the air smelled fresher..the grass was greener..the sky was blue-r..everything was just extra sharp and extra beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop smiling and I couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief..&lt;br /&gt;Finally..the studying chapter of mine has ended!&lt;br /&gt;I know the whole "work" thing could probably be alot more stressful..but, I would just like to soak myself in relaxation for now and reflect on my past 4 years of college and Uni life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm too busy looking forward to my graduation holiday (this Tuesday!).&lt;br /&gt;Shall start packing soon.&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOOOOO~~!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-1523319123035603876?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1523319123035603876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=1523319123035603876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1523319123035603876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/1523319123035603876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-can-officially-pronounce-myself-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SoaO7KiKm2I/AAAAAAAACf0/WTEaeWLAfaM/s72-c/P7263690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-8776755891308101632</id><published>2009-08-10T19:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:18:18.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog's been abandoned for approximately a week now due to studies and exams. yadda. yadda. Finished my marketing research paper today. Hooray~! 3 more papers to go. Can't wait. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my mozilla crashed therefore I've decided to use a new browser : Google Chrome. &lt;br /&gt;Definitely recommended because I find it's so much easier and faster surfing by Chrome.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've made a to do list of what I would like to do after my exams! (feeling excited).&lt;br /&gt;Items listed are not in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get some long hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. Continue watching Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy the latest box set of Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;4. Buy Gossip Girl and attempt to watch because ppl have been saying its nice&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch Heroes from external Hard Drive&lt;br /&gt;5. Go for the much anticipated "end of exams" holiday! (this should be in no.2. haha)&lt;br /&gt;6. Go for steamboat&lt;br /&gt;7. Start writing resume?&lt;br /&gt;8. Purchase Dan Brown's latest book entitled 'The Lost Symbol'&lt;br /&gt;9. Watch The Diary of Anne Frank (1959 version) on Youtube(my fav website)&lt;br /&gt;10.Read 'The Host' by Stephanie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;11.Go to MPH and stay there for as long as I want to (I love going to MPH. I'm a member. muahaha)&lt;br /&gt;12.Might join Oprah's Book Club online &lt;br /&gt;13.Go shopping &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; I have the finances&lt;br /&gt;14.Start looking for a job after approximately a month of bumming around&lt;br /&gt;15.Go for a swim/ play squash/tennis at the club house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of for now. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-8776755891308101632?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8776755891308101632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=8776755891308101632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/8776755891308101632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/8776755891308101632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-blogs-been-abandoned-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-8325404016966836511</id><published>2009-08-02T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:42:11.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had to share this because it's SO HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ixToQbFc53A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ixToQbFc53A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this trailer...Year One. Gotta watch this movie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f6KbFBQ7fjM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f6KbFBQ7fjM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-8325404016966836511?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8325404016966836511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=8325404016966836511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/8325404016966836511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/8325404016966836511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-had-to-share-this-because-its-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-5544179869701329695</id><published>2009-08-01T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:07:57.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my first motorbike riding experience yesterday! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Quite excited because I've wanted to try for quite some time. X)&lt;br /&gt;I must say, it's pretty scary especially at the main road..&lt;br /&gt;However, the feeling of cutting all the cars while they were jamming their way was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;It's so fun to move forward with ease. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SnPayODgKVI/AAAAAAAACfk/hmZVIr6paag/s1600-h/1_337534409l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SnPayODgKVI/AAAAAAAACfk/hmZVIr6paag/s400/1_337534409l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364872137429494098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pic above shows how retarded I look with a helmet on. hahaha. (pic was from Genting)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been pretty busy with studies and all because my final exam's just around the corner!&lt;br /&gt;Starting on Aug 10...and I'm not sure if I'm prepared for it. Sigh. Stress-nya =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-5544179869701329695?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5544179869701329695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=5544179869701329695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/5544179869701329695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/5544179869701329695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-my-first-motorbike-riding.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SnPayODgKVI/AAAAAAAACfk/hmZVIr6paag/s72-c/1_337534409l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-4558058179462882810</id><published>2009-07-27T12:40:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:21:23.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;City Harvest 8th Anniversary Gala Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the weekend I was looking forward to! =)&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know City Harvest, it's the church in Sunway and last night it was their 8th year annivesary celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Was my first time joining them after 4 years of attending the church. haha.&lt;br /&gt;It shows how NOT-active I was in the past because I was cell group-less and ministry-less. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;Proceeding with the event~&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sisters arrived around 7.30pm and we saw Alfred standing at the lobby so we totally stuck to him to bring us to the area.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the Grand Ballroom, we saw Felicia (cell group leader) looking gorgeous in her black knee length tube dress. She had a very chic hair cut! Other than that, we spotted Careen too! She was in a very pretty body-hugging tube gown~&lt;br /&gt;We got our tickets from Felicia and went into the ballroom to locate our table.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sisters sat with : Aflred, Delvin, Adrian, Michelle, Fibiee, Chronicles and Vi Jun.&lt;br /&gt;Glad that we were in the same table because they're a superbly fun crowd to be around with. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0wh9JnSMI/AAAAAAAACeE/v_Nx_PL3t0E/s1600-h/P7263730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0wh9JnSMI/AAAAAAAACeE/v_Nx_PL3t0E/s400/P7263730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362996091176831170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A snapshot of the menu! It was the first thing I was looking for when I sat down. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a pig. Sadly, I had to control my eating because of my GOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0xAvpKDHI/AAAAAAAACeM/glfrYLuTeoY/s1600-h/P7263733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0xAvpKDHI/AAAAAAAACeM/glfrYLuTeoY/s400/P7263733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362996620126981234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture with everyone from the table. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0wRuzdJmI/AAAAAAAACd8/3PjirXGQOwg/s1600-h/P7263721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0wRuzdJmI/AAAAAAAACd8/3PjirXGQOwg/s400/P7263721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362995812447888994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My so-called partner of the night, Alfred. LOL. This picture looks like a painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event started with this African choir singing..they sounded like angels.&lt;br /&gt;I really admire African singers. They have a lot of soul in their voices when they sing as a choir. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aydtaqLtEDU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aydtaqLtEDU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole night awards were being given to the many nominees in various categories. Would like to congratulate Gladys and Careen (the 2 sisters) who won Best Children's Teacher Award and Best Actress! *applause* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, it was obviously...&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing better than capturing memories on camera. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0ycfM9iBI/AAAAAAAACes/3gC6j1sjdGk/s1600-h/P7263762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0ycfM9iBI/AAAAAAAACes/3gC6j1sjdGk/s400/P7263762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362998196261718034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my choir ministry's team 3 with our leader Robin~ Part of us that is..not everyone was there 'cause everyone was scattered around. 1230 people came for the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I know I look weird in this pic...but..ah..at least everyone else looks good. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0yIAHFikI/AAAAAAAACek/NLk7RtHykrY/s1600-h/P7263773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0yIAHFikI/AAAAAAAACek/NLk7RtHykrY/s400/P7263773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362997844318194242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us sisters and Careen+Gladys+Melody (also sisters). ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm03o2s9gII/AAAAAAAACfE/ValaRaVdBlA/s1600-h/P7263780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm03o2s9gII/AAAAAAAACfE/ValaRaVdBlA/s400/P7263780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363003906286518402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Careen~ I'm basically... acting retarded. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0ypHeJKqI/AAAAAAAACe0/5R9gBAp432k/s1600-h/P7263779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0ypHeJKqI/AAAAAAAACe0/5R9gBAp432k/s400/P7263779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362998413229632162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Melody! She's TOO CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;I like it when a kid holds my hand.. Makes my heart melt. Kids are so adorable and pure..I love love love kids. :')&lt;br /&gt;Which is why, I hate guys who hate kids. I can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; like a guy who doesn't like kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0xs5DJZuI/AAAAAAAACec/S1UIwKDCAnM/s1600-h/P7263770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0xs5DJZuI/AAAAAAAACec/S1UIwKDCAnM/s400/P7263770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362997378566153954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my "partner" again. Alfred's supposedly a "girls-best-friend". They should have an award for that. I bet he'd win. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0yvsXWXnI/AAAAAAAACe8/vO-rq8Fk1XI/s1600-h/P7263776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0yvsXWXnI/AAAAAAAACe8/vO-rq8Fk1XI/s400/P7263776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362998526212464242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of the wonderful cell group members!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't end this post without my SS-pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0v_DzIRzI/AAAAAAAACd0/6VaPCVgJMuY/s1600-h/P7263692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0v_DzIRzI/AAAAAAAACd0/6VaPCVgJMuY/s400/P7263692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362995491666151218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "I'm so lost" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0xesjfrPI/AAAAAAAACeU/8cS4Ub83hRM/s1600-h/P7263741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0xesjfrPI/AAAAAAAACeU/8cS4Ub83hRM/s400/P7263741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362997134694001906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Er...this is taken in the toilet at the Ballroom. They had a nice toilet. rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm04ObweGcI/AAAAAAAACfM/nEkV5hxjBBw/s1600-h/P7263787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm04ObweGcI/AAAAAAAACfM/nEkV5hxjBBw/s400/P7263787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363004551888509378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm04meLR2JI/AAAAAAAACfc/2BWHILJO50A/s1600-h/P7263789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm04meLR2JI/AAAAAAAACfc/2BWHILJO50A/s400/P7263789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363004964854683794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I think that's enough. I don't want people to puke and go blind. -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-4558058179462882810?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4558058179462882810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=4558058179462882810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/4558058179462882810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/4558058179462882810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/07/city-harvest-8th-anniversary-gala.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/Sm0wh9JnSMI/AAAAAAAACeE/v_Nx_PL3t0E/s72-c/P7263730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-3119591713477020474</id><published>2009-07-24T18:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:00:08.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's what I've been doing the past 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babysitting a puppy by the name BOB. haha.&lt;br /&gt;He's my second sister's teacher's Maltese puppy and omigosh he is just too cute to be true!&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time he'll just be in my room..so..it's tough for me to concentrate when I'm supposed to be studying.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I put him down from my lap...he'd go to a corner and show me this face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The "I'm sad and I'm lonely because you ignored me" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmmS_JpSlzI/AAAAAAAACds/biobRhXDeZU/s1600-h/P7231504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmmS_JpSlzI/AAAAAAAACds/biobRhXDeZU/s400/P7231504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361978444979803954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmmLcwJMlLI/AAAAAAAACdk/rdgxAiEUC3U/s1600-h/P7231505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmmLcwJMlLI/AAAAAAAACdk/rdgxAiEUC3U/s400/P7231505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361970157437359282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I CAN'T RESIST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmmK9axXF7I/AAAAAAAACdc/keBd5NM4UQw/s1600-h/P7231503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmmK9axXF7I/AAAAAAAACdc/keBd5NM4UQw/s400/P7231503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361969619124295602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmmKjucuO4I/AAAAAAAACdU/6QHg3dVylAc/s1600-h/P7231501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmmKjucuO4I/AAAAAAAACdU/6QHg3dVylAc/s400/P7231501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361969177729842050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bob lookin' cute while smiling. :p&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is, he totally can't get along with my princess Jolly.&lt;br /&gt;She was SO jealous when Bob came over, she totally ignored me when I played with Bob.&lt;br /&gt;Overly-jealous dog. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmmKGFpInkI/AAAAAAAACdM/b2Qe6O4gLBA/s1600-h/P7231498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmmKGFpInkI/AAAAAAAACdM/b2Qe6O4gLBA/s400/P7231498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361968668559842882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I took loads of pictures of him since he'll only be here for 3 days. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;However, there's this one bad thing about this cutie.&lt;br /&gt;Like an average MALE...he farts alot. And damn...his fart smells. I had to spray my Lancome perfume all over my room to extinguish the smell. lol. -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob's going back to his owner tonight..*sob*&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss him. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-3119591713477020474?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3119591713477020474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=3119591713477020474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/3119591713477020474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/3119591713477020474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/07/heres-what-ive-been-doing-past-3-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmmS_JpSlzI/AAAAAAAACds/biobRhXDeZU/s72-c/P7231504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-7529783979106331859</id><published>2009-07-20T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:32:46.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; sad+angry+annoyed+hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;v&lt;br /&gt;OF THIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmSI0RbAZsI/AAAAAAAACdE/SILowYIRq7w/s1600-h/P7201495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmSI0RbAZsI/AAAAAAAACdE/SILowYIRq7w/s400/P7201495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360559888088983234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beloved CAR!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Happened today approximately 10.15pm or so after I sent Boon back at Kelana Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;Was driving over a hump SLOWLY when all of a sudden the car in front of me practically stopped. I pressed the break but it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;*thump*&lt;br /&gt;It all happened in slow-mo. Felt like it was just a "touch" but the first thing that came to my mind was "Is that dude's car OKAY?"&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't wanna deal with all the police report and the shitty procedures.&lt;br /&gt;So the man came down to take a look at the car and I was repeating these words : "please don't ask me for money please don't ask me for money".&lt;br /&gt;I said "I'm so sorry..I don't know what happened to my breaks"&lt;br /&gt;He could still SMILE and say "oh it's ok, it looks like your car took more damage"&lt;br /&gt;It was then, I turned and look.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I saw the dent my heart totally broke into a billion pieces. ="(&lt;br /&gt;It's going to cost MONEY to repair that damage!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness the man was nice enough to NOT ask for money. Anyway, he shouldn't ask because he merely got a scratch while mine on the other hand got this "wonderful" DENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home and told my parents I didn't know how they would react.&lt;br /&gt;Before I reached home I began making up some possible solutions to this matter.&lt;br /&gt;I was contemplating on paying for the repairs myself.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess my parents love me too much to scold me for getting into an accident.&lt;br /&gt;They just kept asking me if I was scared or if I'm ok.&lt;br /&gt;The irony is this : I wasn't scared at all. I was just angry because my beloved car is dented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they told me that they kinda had this strong feeling that something was about to happen to me today.&lt;br /&gt;Which was so absolutely true.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day I felt as though I was just "missing" the accidents which could've caused more damage than the one I experienced 'cause I noticed that I was able to avoide an accident a few times. It was only until that particular time I just couldn't avoid it anymore and *poof* it happened. I was off guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just thank God that I'm safe.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I always feel protected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623819995703950803-7529783979106331859?l=regina-speaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7529783979106331859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623819995703950803&amp;postID=7529783979106331859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7529783979106331859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623819995703950803/posts/default/7529783979106331859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regina-speaks.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-sadangryannoyedhurt-because-v-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778304445818639545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SXrGYQ2j4_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/RrA-YnvcdKw/S220/p8190452bo2.th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmSI0RbAZsI/AAAAAAAACdE/SILowYIRq7w/s72-c/P7201495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623819995703950803.post-7772180409752475048</id><published>2009-07-19T16:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:35:45.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BON ODORI 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went for Bon Odori for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;It took me around 2 hours to get ready because.... wearing the Yukata was harder than it looked.&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Yun, Annie and her friend Angeline came by my house around 4pm+ to get dressed. Annie's bro came too..but he was forced to stay downstairs 'cause the area upstairs were occupied by us girls. X)&lt;br /&gt;All of us were kinda blur 'bout the whole Yukata-wearing thing...and it was quite hectic. haha.&lt;br /&gt;As a last resort, we followed the youtube instructions and I had to ask my sisters to help me. LOL. Faiilll...&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, it's quite difficult! Especially for newbies like ME. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmLdAEqLtvI/AAAAAAAACb0/-KyUe9bvj-s/s1600-h/P7181461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmLdAEqLtvI/AAAAAAAACb0/-KyUe9bvj-s/s400/P7181461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360089499844720370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Emo because I couldn't master the art of wearing the Yukata. hahaha-&lt;br /&gt;[JK]&lt;br /&gt;Just took this picture for fun because I liked the sun on my face. It makes my face look more "radiant" with less imperfections. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmLdWEWY38I/AAAAAAAACb8/gCqBYzpLX_s/s1600-h/P7181463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmLdWEWY38I/AAAAAAAACb8/gCqBYzpLX_s/s400/P7181463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360089877718818754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another one of my poser pic before I move on. =)&lt;br /&gt;The moment we arrived...we were kinda shocked by the amount of cars at the place [Matsushita Statdium]&lt;br /&gt;It was only around 6pm+ yet all the roads were already being blocked 'cause it was too full.&lt;br /&gt;Parents could only go in to drop us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmMZmtbFMhI/AAAAAAAACcU/_kn9JgYuXkg/s1600-h/P7181465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmMZmtbFMhI/AAAAAAAACcU/_kn9JgYuXkg/s400/P7181465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360156134319927826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we walked in..we felt kinda awkward 'cause it seems like almost everyone was NOT wearing a Yukata...but as we went further we noticed there were alot. So we didn't feel so lost after all. =)&lt;br /&gt;While we were walking around admiring the environment, I got a call from my mom,&lt;br /&gt;"Mun! they asked us to park! so we parked already and we are here now"&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my parents for awhile..they passed us the "Beared Papa cream puff" and we went on exploring the FOOD section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the picture above signifies what Bon Odori's all about. It's the SYMBOL of Bon Odori every year..the square stage where performances were held in honor of their festival.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway..we were getting super hungry..and we picked...OF ALL THINGS.. -&gt; Sushi King. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;We had to stand around the conveyor belt because there were no chairs. Plus, the plates used were paper plates... -_-&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing was..while we were eating people kept taking pictures of us. Like, they've never seen people eating sushi.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of just ignored it because I was too hungry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmMakCyDTZI/AAAAAAAACck/5iLb8z8eoYs/s1600-h/P7181470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmMakCyDTZI/AAAAAAAACck/5iLb8z8eoYs/s400/P7181470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360157188025437586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left to right : Annie, Angelica, Me&lt;br /&gt;We were standing right in the middle of the Food place..it was uber hot and it was hazy like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmLhCEy8dvI/AAAAAAAACcM/b48WOhG98gc/s1600-h/P7181482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmLhCEy8dvI/AAAAAAAACcM/b48WOhG98gc/s400/P7181482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360093932287719154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walked arond the area and we spotted this exceedingly cute Japanese toddler!! *excited*&lt;br /&gt;All of us wanted a picture with the baby..and the parents...obviously beemed with pride. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Sister forced me to replace her face with a smiley face because she claims she doesn't look good in the picture. Such vanity. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmLgrZzWIxI/AAAAAAAACcE/o4dA4Ii9CJY/s1600-h/P7181469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmLgrZzWIxI/AAAAAAAACcE/o4dA4Ii9CJY/s400/P7181469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360093542789554962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why I just love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;It's like..everyone in the background is blurred but we're so clear! Bokeh effect like a DSLR but we merely used a normal digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, well...THIS was the highlight of the ENTIRE NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, it was insane.&lt;br /&gt;We spotted this *ahem* cute Japanese guy in the middle of the field and requested to take a pic with him. He happily complied. So we stood in a straight line like this (By the way, he looks better in real life than in pictures):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmMa_d_kGJI/AAAAAAAACcs/dQ25Q0TzU0Q/s1600-h/P7181486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmMa_d_kGJI/AAAAAAAACcs/dQ25Q0TzU0Q/s400/P7181486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360157659186337938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie's brother helped us with the photography throughout the entire night..&lt;br /&gt;and the funny thing which happened while we were taking this picture was this:&lt;br /&gt;SUDDENLY there were loads of strangers who came and took our picture too. We had to stay in this position for such a long time my mouth was getting tired of smiling. But it was all worth it because I was standing next to him the entire time *loves*. hahahaha. I feel as though I'm this high school kid with an infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through the night I think I was just taking pictures with alot of random strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of the pic which I LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;because..&lt;br /&gt;Well, you guessed it...His &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hand&lt;/span&gt; was on my shoulder.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HAHAHAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmMcsOyE9NI/AAAAAAAACc0/okvQt7OnYJg/s1600-h/6049_221599230544_561740544_7653414_4138331_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmMcsOyE9NI/AAAAAAAACc0/okvQt7OnYJg/s400/6049_221599230544_561740544_7653414_4138331_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360159527708980434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And also the dude in front with the bandana on his head..&lt;br /&gt;He's handsome too. =)&lt;br /&gt;[Heavenly pic. And I mean only those 2 dudes + my sisters. I can't see the rest who's in the pic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last picture of myself before this post is done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmMl-0UZcuI/AAAAAAAACc8/Ntiakb7V-1s/s1600-h/P7181475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1o-tFAQvNs/SmMl-0UZcuI/AAAAAAAACc8/Ntiakb7V-1s/s400/P7181475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360169742
