<?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-4148854238655661832</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:40:14.383+08:00</updated><category term='ethics'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='occasion'/><category term='songs'/><category term='personal'/><category term='movies'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='views'/><category term='random'/><category term='quote'/><category term='abortion'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='dedication'/><category term='issue'/><category term='special occasion'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='life'/><category term='movie'/><category term='tests'/><category term='dances'/><category term='food'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='computer'/><category term='emo'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='everyday life'/><category term='occassion'/><category term='baron chen chu he'/><category term='love'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Memoirs of Christina</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-8000389468493937911</id><published>2011-08-07T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T13:53:50.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi darlings, this site will be officially inactive since I'm moving to tumblr!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-teeny-sanctum.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FvSUuJk4pwQ/Tf2ZxA7l50I/AAAAAAAAA30/AqWvCQZ2VPw/s400/friendship-day-message-15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619816977370834754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-5784253539697017994?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5784253539697017994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=5784253539697017994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/5784253539697017994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/5784253539697017994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2011/06/colorrrrrrr.html' title='colorrrrrrr'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FvSUuJk4pwQ/Tf2ZxA7l50I/AAAAAAAAA30/AqWvCQZ2VPw/s72-c/friendship-day-message-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-328109354616643807</id><published>2011-06-19T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:41:11.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Our story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ai-5JvFj3oc/Tf2Yk-y7sJI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ydaDpRANcw0/s1600/tumblr_kr1obcyiVP1qa4z19o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-4G5u4NEs0/Tf2YW0D5E2I/AAAAAAAAA3k/cHIP4AiuVHM/s400/tumblr_l3cg6uHfmG1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619815427727758178" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-5635458544774107525?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5635458544774107525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=5635458544774107525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/5635458544774107525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/5635458544774107525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2011/06/appreciate.html' title='Appreciate'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-4G5u4NEs0/Tf2YW0D5E2I/AAAAAAAAA3k/cHIP4AiuVHM/s72-c/tumblr_l3cg6uHfmG1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-4973701065338737953</id><published>2011-06-19T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:41:38.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Aww Pooh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hj4nV3LUvfE/Tf2XiOs_8NI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0Mo6erjSGC8/s1600/tumblr_l47wavgvYH1qc3ojmo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hj4nV3LUvfE/Tf2XiOs_8NI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0Mo6erjSGC8/s400/tumblr_l47wavgvYH1qc3ojmo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619814524346429650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4148854238655661832-4973701065338737953?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4973701065338737953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=4973701065338737953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4973701065338737953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4973701065338737953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2011/06/aww-pooh.html' title='Aww Pooh...'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hj4nV3LUvfE/Tf2XiOs_8NI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0Mo6erjSGC8/s72-c/tumblr_l47wavgvYH1qc3ojmo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-378563214607191027</id><published>2011-06-19T14:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:42:07.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Spongyyyyyyy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tvl33bOz4Aw/Tf2XDC5ePEI/AAAAAAAAA3M/OzFHpGshi08/s1600/tumblr%2BFRIENDSHIP.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tvl33bOz4Aw/Tf2XDC5ePEI/AAAAAAAAA3M/OzFHpGshi08/s400/tumblr%2BFRIENDSHIP.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619813988601576514" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4148854238655661832-378563214607191027?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/378563214607191027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=378563214607191027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/378563214607191027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/378563214607191027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2011/06/spongyyyyyyy.html' title='Spongyyyyyyy!'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tvl33bOz4Aw/Tf2XDC5ePEI/AAAAAAAAA3M/OzFHpGshi08/s72-c/tumblr%2BFRIENDSHIP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-6681817467524077731</id><published>2011-06-19T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:41:51.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Piglet and Pooooooh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-byf50e9gLPQ/Tf2Wkj_gNCI/AAAAAAAAA3E/wYSi3refYDE/s1600/Pooh%2Band%2Bpiglet.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-byf50e9gLPQ/Tf2Wkj_gNCI/AAAAAAAAA3E/wYSi3refYDE/s400/Pooh%2Band%2Bpiglet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619813464909296674" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&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/4148854238655661832-6681817467524077731?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6681817467524077731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=6681817467524077731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/6681817467524077731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/6681817467524077731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2011/06/piglet-and-pooooooh.html' title='Piglet and Pooooooh!'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-byf50e9gLPQ/Tf2Wkj_gNCI/AAAAAAAAA3E/wYSi3refYDE/s72-c/Pooh%2Band%2Bpiglet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-7346656776744971725</id><published>2011-06-19T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:14:33.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Crystal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We never had anything anyway. Just a dream. I don't want to hear from you. It would just remind me of what we never had"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~Danielle Steel (Star)&lt;/b&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/4148854238655661832-7346656776744971725?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7346656776744971725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=7346656776744971725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7346656776744971725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7346656776744971725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2011/06/crystal.html' title='Crystal'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-4641048885577304703</id><published>2011-06-19T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:14:22.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Fiona &amp; John</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;John  : Why are you so afraid of marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fiona : If you get married, people leave each other and die. They hurt and disappoint each other. They walk out. But if all you do is live together, they just get bored with each other at some point. They don't do as much damage on the way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;John  : I like being married. I like what it means. It means I believe in you and will love you forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~Danielle Steel (Second Chance)&lt;/b&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/4148854238655661832-4641048885577304703?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4641048885577304703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=4641048885577304703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4641048885577304703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4641048885577304703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2011/06/fiona-john.html' title='Fiona &amp; John'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-164121261683029809</id><published>2011-05-16T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T02:10:07.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnz2-rlhtAk/TdAWsHWCVpI/AAAAAAAAA24/wYw3fMWrQyE/s1600/memoreis.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnz2-rlhtAk/TdAWsHWCVpI/AAAAAAAAA24/wYw3fMWrQyE/s400/memoreis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607006483217798802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;... darlings, you know no matter what happens, I love you all. The thick and thin we've gone through together is not fake. Friends are always the awesome-est. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-164121261683029809?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/164121261683029809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=164121261683029809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/164121261683029809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/164121261683029809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnz2-rlhtAk/TdAWsHWCVpI/AAAAAAAAA24/wYw3fMWrQyE/s72-c/memoreis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-317102067929211422</id><published>2011-05-16T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T01:48:09.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you will miss me a lot these few days;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I will too... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in case we don't see each other for a long time;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how I comfort myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFo7j9dLt1A/TdAReHl-5bI/AAAAAAAAA2w/C8ybp_H9EXg/s1600/Love-n-Romance-Sweet-love-pics-nadpisi-sweet-pics-arena-words-sandee-horses-comment-love-quotes-Randi-wendys-Quotes-Sayings-flowers-Good-Night_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFo7j9dLt1A/TdAReHl-5bI/AAAAAAAAA2w/C8ybp_H9EXg/s400/Love-n-Romance-Sweet-love-pics-nadpisi-sweet-pics-arena-words-sandee-horses-comment-love-quotes-Randi-wendys-Quotes-Sayings-flowers-Good-Night_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607000745208374706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-317102067929211422?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/317102067929211422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=317102067929211422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/317102067929211422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/317102067929211422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2011/05/missing-you.html' title='Missing you'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFo7j9dLt1A/TdAReHl-5bI/AAAAAAAAA2w/C8ybp_H9EXg/s72-c/Love-n-Romance-Sweet-love-pics-nadpisi-sweet-pics-arena-words-sandee-horses-comment-love-quotes-Randi-wendys-Quotes-Sayings-flowers-Good-Night_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-2600190498832407158</id><published>2011-05-16T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T01:45:34.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lrzMVArmoxU/TdAQ-2sN20I/AAAAAAAAA2o/QfToaknq2Vc/s1600/nevermind-signature-horses-sandee-cool-pics-romanticno-lv-mine-quotes-sayings-sayings-love-notes-sweet-pics-cbc-touch-the-darkness-inne-love-words_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lrzMVArmoxU/TdAQ-2sN20I/AAAAAAAAA2o/QfToaknq2Vc/s400/nevermind-signature-horses-sandee-cool-pics-romanticno-lv-mine-quotes-sayings-sayings-love-notes-sweet-pics-cbc-touch-the-darkness-inne-love-words_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607000208095173442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... hey, guess what? I do that so frequently nowadays. Do you??? &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-2600190498832407158?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2600190498832407158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=2600190498832407158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2600190498832407158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2600190498832407158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lrzMVArmoxU/TdAQ-2sN20I/AAAAAAAAA2o/QfToaknq2Vc/s72-c/nevermind-signature-horses-sandee-cool-pics-romanticno-lv-mine-quotes-sayings-sayings-love-notes-sweet-pics-cbc-touch-the-darkness-inne-love-words_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-8053894790218676102</id><published>2011-05-16T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T01:42:32.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cssZ_SKCWg/TdAQV9QRkeI/AAAAAAAAA2g/DBoTVuIjSRE/s1600/myheart.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cssZ_SKCWg/TdAQV9QRkeI/AAAAAAAAA2g/DBoTVuIjSRE/s400/myheart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606999505482387938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... will you promise to keep it well? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-8053894790218676102?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8053894790218676102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=8053894790218676102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/8053894790218676102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/8053894790218676102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-heart.html' title='My heart'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cssZ_SKCWg/TdAQV9QRkeI/AAAAAAAAA2g/DBoTVuIjSRE/s72-c/myheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-2445655278776681429</id><published>2011-05-16T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T01:39:51.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Remember this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlbLov7wCLU/TdAPskdMyCI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/70_AUGumAFg/s1600/love-8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlbLov7wCLU/TdAPskdMyCI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/70_AUGumAFg/s400/love-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606998794451077154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and remember it well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-2445655278776681429?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2445655278776681429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=2445655278776681429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2445655278776681429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2445655278776681429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2011/05/remember-this.html' title='Remember this'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlbLov7wCLU/TdAPskdMyCI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/70_AUGumAFg/s72-c/love-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-4433765071262576661</id><published>2011-05-16T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T01:36:53.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>You should know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEdPSfkBUdY/TdAKu0RjbyI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/4Jkj8ocheII/s1600/tumblr_lej87fysZq1qb877wo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEdPSfkBUdY/TdAKu0RjbyI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/4Jkj8ocheII/s400/tumblr_lej87fysZq1qb877wo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606993335498796834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You probably don't know how much I love you;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time you utter those sweet words; my heart skips a beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I know I'm going to see you; I get excited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I see you; my heart races&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every argument we have; I get hurt a fraction more than I usually do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I'm near you; I never want to leave you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when I do leave you; I can't wait to see you again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You probably don't know how much I love your many expressions;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always do those silly acts; just to see your smile and laughter again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never fail to make you angry at times; just to see your sulky expression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hobby is to fake being mad at you; so that you'll make those crazy faces to make me smile again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ultimately, you probably don't know how happy I am now;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You always ask why I love staring at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why I'm always smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll tell you why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I'm in love with YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-4433765071262576661?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4433765071262576661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=4433765071262576661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4433765071262576661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4433765071262576661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-should-know.html' title='You should know...'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEdPSfkBUdY/TdAKu0RjbyI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/4Jkj8ocheII/s72-c/tumblr_lej87fysZq1qb877wo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-1898632915037237881</id><published>2011-03-09T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T12:40:29.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kelsahmedd.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581934625148988594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWzRBzFRLUE/TXcD95t1bLI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Ib3YJq6nhqs/s400/tumblr_lhrw3keaOJ1qdo3lco1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But thanks to you, I'm able to again. =)&lt;/strong&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/4148854238655661832-1898632915037237881?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1898632915037237881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=1898632915037237881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1898632915037237881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1898632915037237881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2011/03/but-thanks-to-you-im-able-to-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWzRBzFRLUE/TXcD95t1bLI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Ib3YJq6nhqs/s72-c/tumblr_lhrw3keaOJ1qdo3lco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-5302442174419276989</id><published>2011-02-24T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T15:33:12.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Your trust...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for believing me and sticking up for me eventhough it's partly my fault...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never know how much it means to me... &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-5302442174419276989?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5302442174419276989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=5302442174419276989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/5302442174419276989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/5302442174419276989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2011/02/your-trust.html' title='Your trust...'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-9040663360806188836</id><published>2010-12-13T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:57:52.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Remaining yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and yet remain two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/e/erichfromm100715.html" style="text-decoration: none; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Erich Fromm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4148854238655661832-9040663360806188836?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-490393733537129928</id><published>2010-12-13T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:53:34.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>You And I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you press me to say why I loved him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can say no more than because he was he, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and I was I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/m/micheldemo106561.html" style="text-decoration: none; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michel de Montaigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4148854238655661832-490393733537129928?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/490393733537129928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=490393733537129928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/490393733537129928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/490393733537129928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-and-i.html' title='You And I'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-4651515462425011398</id><published>2010-12-13T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:51:49.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Pulling Through</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TQWln3_W8YI/AAAAAAAAA14/J-K83WFeIH4/s1600/tumblr_lam3do7L0N1qz4dumo1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TQWln3_W8YI/AAAAAAAAA14/J-K83WFeIH4/s400/tumblr_lam3do7L0N1qz4dumo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550024220267180418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;No matter how wide and tall the wall in front of me is;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thinking that your hand will always be there to pull me through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It is enough for me to continue on...&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/4148854238655661832-4651515462425011398?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4651515462425011398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=4651515462425011398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4651515462425011398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4651515462425011398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/12/pulling-through.html' title='Pulling Through'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TQWln3_W8YI/AAAAAAAAA14/J-K83WFeIH4/s72-c/tumblr_lam3do7L0N1qz4dumo1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-7133900757508195472</id><published>2010-12-06T10:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:42:16.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>That's what it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Love doesn't make the world go round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;-Franklin P. Jones-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-7133900757508195472?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7133900757508195472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=7133900757508195472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7133900757508195472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7133900757508195472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/12/thats-what-it-is.html' title='That&apos;s what it is'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-3010570654942816169</id><published>2010-12-02T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:19:00.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Fall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: x-large; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); "&gt;Don't find love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 64, 64); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: x-large; "&gt;let love find you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;That's why it's called falling in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: x-large; "&gt;because you don't force yourself to fall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: x-large; "&gt;you just fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/author.html?id=445667"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-3010570654942816169?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/3010570654942816169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=3010570654942816169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3010570654942816169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3010570654942816169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/12/fall.html' title='Fall...'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-8762516725612257959</id><published>2010-11-22T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T09:26:45.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Another book...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TOnF9DVq3wI/AAAAAAAAA1w/wUa17lz6okI/s1600/Home_Photo_books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 362px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TOnF9DVq3wI/AAAAAAAAA1w/wUa17lz6okI/s400/Home_Photo_books.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542178469114994434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I've finally exhausted my previous book,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I've spent countless nights and day reading and re-reading my old book,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crying and laughing along with the storyline...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And unexpectedly, I've begin a new chapter in a new book;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope this book never ends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And will take me further into my dreams...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Much love~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-8762516725612257959?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8762516725612257959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=8762516725612257959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/8762516725612257959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/8762516725612257959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-book.html' title='Another book...'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TOnF9DVq3wI/AAAAAAAAA1w/wUa17lz6okI/s72-c/Home_Photo_books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-2413667869417353038</id><published>2010-09-20T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T03:21:25.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>I Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TJZiiEot8vI/AAAAAAAAA1o/-Y6gK6yszME/s1600/falling-in-love-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TJZiiEot8vI/AAAAAAAAA1o/-Y6gK6yszME/s400/falling-in-love-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518706730888721138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If someone seriously wants to be part of your life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They will seriously make an effort to be in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This time, for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WILL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-2413667869417353038?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2413667869417353038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=2413667869417353038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2413667869417353038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2413667869417353038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-will.html' title='I Will'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TJZiiEot8vI/AAAAAAAAA1o/-Y6gK6yszME/s72-c/falling-in-love-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-4543815336971767091</id><published>2010-09-20T03:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T03:14:21.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Katherine McPhee - Terrified</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TJZg5SugFMI/AAAAAAAAA1g/p1YnA2v8OIc/s1600/j0433335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TJZg5SugFMI/AAAAAAAAA1g/p1YnA2v8OIc/s400/j0433335.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518704930784810178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;You set it again, my heart's in motion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm in love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm terrified,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the first time, and the last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my only life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Full lyrics: &lt;a href="http://www.elyrics.net/read/k/katharine-mcphee-lyrics/terrified-lyrics.html"&gt;http://www.elyrics.net/read/k/katharine-mcphee-lyrics/terrified-lyrics.html&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;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fw4P9pspac8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fw4P9pspac8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-4543815336971767091?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4543815336971767091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=4543815336971767091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4543815336971767091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4543815336971767091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/09/katherine-mcphee-terrified.html' title='Katherine McPhee - Terrified'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TJZg5SugFMI/AAAAAAAAA1g/p1YnA2v8OIc/s72-c/j0433335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-3584924219201417476</id><published>2010-09-17T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T01:55:49.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>In The End..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TJJYiftEsbI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/JP1WNmjipbU/s1600/sad_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 348px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TJJYiftEsbI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/JP1WNmjipbU/s400/sad_man.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517569843131625906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S.O.S...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've tried running, walking, jumping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've tried forgetting, smiling, crying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I was through with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but actually I didn't budge from my old spot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the end, I'm back to square one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the end, I can't forget you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the end, I can't let you go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the end, you still have the most important piece of my heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the end, I'm just a little too not over you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, the worse thing is I'm loving it...&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/4148854238655661832-3584924219201417476?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/3584924219201417476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=3584924219201417476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3584924219201417476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3584924219201417476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-end.html' title='In The End..'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TJJYiftEsbI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/JP1WNmjipbU/s72-c/sad_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-4149994604279134912</id><published>2010-09-11T02:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T02:51:34.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Billy Joel - Honesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TIp9-Z8hSEI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Jq7ur3LI2QQ/s1600/lonely-742719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TIp9-Z8hSEI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Jq7ur3LI2QQ/s400/lonely-742719.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515359204738680898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honesty is such a lonely word,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone is so untrue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honesty is hardly ever heard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and mostly what I need from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4148854238655661832-4149994604279134912?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4149994604279134912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=4149994604279134912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4149994604279134912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4149994604279134912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/09/billy-joel-honesty.html' title='Billy Joel - Honesty'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TIp9-Z8hSEI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Jq7ur3LI2QQ/s72-c/lonely-742719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-4480170694768335404</id><published>2010-08-23T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:17:26.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>It's The End...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When everything's been said and done;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All's that's left to do is to say goodbye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Live through this and you won't look back;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's one thing I want to say so I'll be brave;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were what I wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave what I gave;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sorry I met you;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sorry it's over;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sorry there's nothing to save..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...from Stars - Your ex-lover is dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/THFayCvxebI/AAAAAAAAA1A/b8cc7KTRHMQ/s1600/3058841935_3a70c1b336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/THFayCvxebI/AAAAAAAAA1A/b8cc7KTRHMQ/s400/3058841935_3a70c1b336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508283635028031922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4148854238655661832-4480170694768335404?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4480170694768335404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=4480170694768335404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4480170694768335404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4480170694768335404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-end.html' title='It&apos;s The End...'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/THFayCvxebI/AAAAAAAAA1A/b8cc7KTRHMQ/s72-c/3058841935_3a70c1b336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-1143814690764968233</id><published>2010-08-23T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:11:18.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Like an Ocean...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Like an ocean, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're too salty to be drank;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And too deep to be understood..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...from manhwa 'I Love You'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/THFZ4yGQYNI/AAAAAAAAA04/vZHTxs19yDs/s1600/fantastic-ocean-3d-screensaver-640-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/THFZ4yGQYNI/AAAAAAAAA04/vZHTxs19yDs/s400/fantastic-ocean-3d-screensaver-640-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508282651306385618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4148854238655661832-1143814690764968233?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1143814690764968233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=1143814690764968233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1143814690764968233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1143814690764968233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/08/like-ocean.html' title='Like an Ocean...'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/THFZ4yGQYNI/AAAAAAAAA04/vZHTxs19yDs/s72-c/fantastic-ocean-3d-screensaver-640-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-7015483746377858951</id><published>2010-08-23T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:07:28.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Sunflower and the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Waiting like the sunflower,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always gazing towards the sun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with neither hate nor regret;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patiently bearing the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;waiting for the sun to shine again;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Continuing to look up with a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even through strong wind and heavy rain;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the sunflower has never felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nor will it ever feel;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regret..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... Zhuo Ling Bin from 1/2 Prince. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/THFYWnSMKGI/AAAAAAAAA0w/bVtg1N_OPj8/s1600/sunflower+turning+towards+sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/THFYWnSMKGI/AAAAAAAAA0w/bVtg1N_OPj8/s400/sunflower+turning+towards+sun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508280964776470626" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4148854238655661832-7015483746377858951?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7015483746377858951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=7015483746377858951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7015483746377858951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7015483746377858951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunflower-and-sun.html' title='Sunflower and the Sun'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/THFYWnSMKGI/AAAAAAAAA0w/bVtg1N_OPj8/s72-c/sunflower+turning+towards+sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-1962020173898298580</id><published>2010-08-15T02:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T03:03:42.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Please give me the courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although I've been telling myself to move on until I've lost count, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still revert to space-out mode whenever I encounter things that brings back those memories...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TGbn58TQ-QI/AAAAAAAAA0o/035DWeDj7S0/s1600/RF244067~Couple-Holding-Hands-Posters-761521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TGbn58TQ-QI/AAAAAAAAA0o/035DWeDj7S0/s400/RF244067~Couple-Holding-Hands-Posters-761521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505342577132501250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe it's really time to take serious actions... Please give me enough courage to get through this phase which I should've got through so long ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-1962020173898298580?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1962020173898298580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=1962020173898298580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1962020173898298580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1962020173898298580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/08/please-give-me-courage.html' title='Please give me the courage'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/TGbn58TQ-QI/AAAAAAAAA0o/035DWeDj7S0/s72-c/RF244067~Couple-Holding-Hands-Posters-761521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-2442972163291461217</id><published>2010-03-14T01:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T01:50:43.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I'm just not the one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S5vP5ggbedI/AAAAAAAAA0g/AFVMKOd6Vik/s1600-h/96248393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448176761120192978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S5vP5ggbedI/AAAAAAAAA0g/AFVMKOd6Vik/s400/96248393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've always thought we're the perfect match made in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;that no one could compare to us...&lt;br /&gt;But then I realise,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not suitable for someone like you" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-2442972163291461217?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2442972163291461217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=2442972163291461217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2442972163291461217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2442972163291461217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-just-not-one.html' title='I&apos;m just not the one...'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S5vP5ggbedI/AAAAAAAAA0g/AFVMKOd6Vik/s72-c/96248393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-1866503354924275437</id><published>2010-02-17T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:11:26.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Turning point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I've always thought that my life would remain static forever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; until 2 weeks ago. Everything took a 180 degrees turn. It's awful. I used to assume that I'm always ready to put down something if it is very dear for me, for their own good... Even if it hurts me. Just that I've never thought that it would hurt so bad. Until I almost lost myself... I've lost my pillar of strength. Confusion overwhelmed me to the point that I could only stare at what happened and start crying... Although I'm better now.. My tears are starting to dry up. But, whenever I'm alone or feeling down, the wound reopens and continues to haunt me. When will it be cured? The small little things you do cuts me... The lost warmth from you, kills me... I'm constantly hurt from the little things you do. I'm constantly tired by the drama I have to fake. I'm starting to accept it as my day-to-day occurence. Then another thing happened to make it worse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved hamster, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Chumi ChuChu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, passed away. I didn't even get to say goodbye because of my recklessness. He didn't even get to see the chinese new year. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He left us during the Chinese New Year's eve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I only started crying when i took him out of his house to be buried. When I touched his hard little body, I couldn't supress it. It is almost depressing to lose 2 precious things at one time. Worst of all, they are away from you when you want them around. First time encountering such feeling and it cuts so deep... I wonder if such things happens again, will I be brave enough to overcome it? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rest in peace Chumi, we love you a lot...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Now that you and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ChiChi(my other hamster who only survived 5 months, RIP two years ago)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are gone from me, I can only wish for you to have all the happiness in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;are very precious to me and will always have a place in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439227205455974194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S3wEUznYDzI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/eOiNMvr2F4Q/s400/Image004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439227201828986802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S3wEUmGon7I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Pht3O6EQC2k/s400/Image002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439227194973706962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S3wEUMkNWtI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ysebSD9mGPA/s400/P2110068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rest in peace Chumi... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*thanks to my friends who have supported me so much...Without you guys, I'm sure everything would be harder..*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know since when my blog has turned so emo. Bear with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-1866503354924275437?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1866503354924275437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=1866503354924275437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1866503354924275437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1866503354924275437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/02/turning-point.html' title='Turning point'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S3wEUznYDzI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/eOiNMvr2F4Q/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-6665042548157177562</id><published>2010-01-17T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:46:01.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Yet another suprise.. or maybe not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And here I thought we were advancing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But why is it that new issues keep arising..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They make me wonder if we're really advancing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Things that I thought never would happen again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Things that I thought only happened in the early days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Things like buildings burnt for revenge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chaos created when it isn't a very BIG issue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Again, another issue that suprised me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But then again, maybe it's not a big suprise after all... considering their pea brains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427610988571354434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1K_b_jNZUI/AAAAAAAAA0A/z5iKpybg3C0/s400/snow_desktop-71135-1230709510.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*it's gonna take more than just prayers to make it happen.&lt;/strong&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/4148854238655661832-6665042548157177562?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6665042548157177562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=6665042548157177562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/6665042548157177562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/6665042548157177562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/01/yet-another-suprise-or-maybe-not.html' title='Yet another suprise.. or maybe not?'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1K_b_jNZUI/AAAAAAAAA0A/z5iKpybg3C0/s72-c/snow_desktop-71135-1230709510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-2765886542280353875</id><published>2010-01-17T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:26:24.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Long wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know how it's going to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can see the big tank with wisps of smoke ready to scourge me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can feel the menacing teeth of the blood-red blade thirsty for more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But, when is my time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can feel more space as more of my mates are taken out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;At least they don't have to suffer the wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Knowing that you're dying, but waiting and waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The wait... It kills me inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'd rather be finished off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm calling while I still have the voice to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm eating while I'm still offered to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anything but closing my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;As I know a long sleep will befall me soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If I were to be given an option to be back to where I belong, will I accept it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now that I know the sweet taste that is in front of me, I won't give it up for anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't want to go out and hear the whispers of sweet-nothings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Promises which are left at that... Just promises... Nothing more, nothing less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dissappointed endlessly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;As the door opens and a hand stretches in to reach after me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Finally... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The long wait has come to an end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1K1M6BOEMI/AAAAAAAAAzw/0JxfsdQ19OE/s1600-h/Sad_girl_by_Eggar919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427599734272299202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1K1M6BOEMI/AAAAAAAAAzw/0JxfsdQ19OE/s400/Sad_girl_by_Eggar919.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; *inspired by the chickens in Pudu Market. Depressed after seeing the fate that befalls them... &gt;&lt;&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/4148854238655661832-2765886542280353875?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2765886542280353875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=2765886542280353875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2765886542280353875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2765886542280353875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-wait.html' title='Long wait...'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1K1M6BOEMI/AAAAAAAAAzw/0JxfsdQ19OE/s72-c/Sad_girl_by_Eggar919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-6829748726167095174</id><published>2010-01-17T04:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T04:10:50.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Just like fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IdItXXuxI/AAAAAAAAAzg/phLwB5tFHqQ/s1600-h/niagarasparks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427432536388647698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IdItXXuxI/AAAAAAAAAzg/phLwB5tFHqQ/s400/niagarasparks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, a year has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened you might ask, but I'm still in a daze - again and again - by how fast time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, bad things happen, but never forget the good stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how we get on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the positive stuffs. Easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, let's cherish our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you'll never get another shot at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like fireworks, short and sweet.&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/4148854238655661832-6829748726167095174?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6829748726167095174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=6829748726167095174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/6829748726167095174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/6829748726167095174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-like-fireworks.html' title='Just like fireworks'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IdItXXuxI/AAAAAAAAAzg/phLwB5tFHqQ/s72-c/niagarasparks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-8302967594176505692</id><published>2009-11-02T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T01:49:25.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><title type='text'>Innocent Search Gone Awfully Wrong - Simon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gosh... It's been 2 weeks since Uni started. Week 3 starts now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, with only 4 subjects to tackle and out of it, only 2 has final exams!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;If you think it's going to be a smooth sailing semester - then I can tell you that you should wake up!!! ARGH!!! That applies to me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;First, there's the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pengajian Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; assignment which is due in Week 5. So far, We've decided what topic to do. But, my research is still not done yet. D.I.E!!! And I've never scored an A during PMR or SPM. Sad I know. And now it's Pengajian Malaysia? God only knows what happens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then, there's &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sun Tzu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; assignment which is due in Week5~6. I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;done quite some research for 3 days!!! Argh!!! And managed to find quite some useful stuffs. At least I've done half of my part. Oh, and I always find myself getting distracted during Sun Tzu lectures. The subject is interesting, mind you. Maybe I didn't take a liking towards the lecturer.. Urgh... This is one of the subjects without final exams. Wohoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Academic Writing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is okay. I don't have much complain about this subject. Except I would have to broaden my knowledge on world issues to write. *sighs* I've always preferred fiction. *sulks* It's where imagination runs wild..! Maybe I just don't like restrictions. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And here comes the "fun" subject: &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oral Communications&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's fun because we don't have to study like hell like the other subjects. And so far, we had drama, creative singing and composing, case study and mime - where you can't talk and act out something farnee which reminds me of Pokemon and Mr. Bean. The lecturer is quite a fun guy. And we'll be having assessments and assignments to get 100% - which means no finals also. Hee..~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So far, everything seems okay and predictably - RUSHED!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Akon - Rush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I wanna find a way to get out of here~~~ Rush Rush...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Lame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And, I'm down with flu and minor cough. Flu always lead me to think of H1N1... Zzzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If I'm dead... Please gimme black roses. =x... LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh.. it's suffering I tell you. Sneezing every possible waking minute... *exaggerates*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But, I sneezed and coughed to the extent of aching ribs. Must be something, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And my eyes.. GOSH!!! My eyes are already small as it is.. Now it's droopy. Like I'm going to faint anytime. ==... I wonder if it'll worsen to slits. LOL... I'm really reluctant to go to uni. Feeling really weak. But... toughen up!!! HAIT!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S: Google is such an amazing tool. Ever heard of: innocent search turn awfully wrong? quoted by Simon. Mine did. I thought of typing "History of Toyota Corona". Typing the first 3 alphabets into the search box lead me to a whole new level of OMGWTH-ness. If your google has automated search, you should try. Type in "his" and see what comes out... I was shocked and perplexed to the maximum!!! I didn't know that there'll actually be people googling about this kind off stuffs!!! Like what Beh said - Practically everything under the sun could be googled. I storied this to my bestie and she seemingly can't stop laughing. Sadz... Is it them.. Or is it just me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-8302967594176505692?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8302967594176505692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=8302967594176505692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/8302967594176505692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/8302967594176505692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/11/gosh.html' title='Innocent Search Gone Awfully Wrong - Simon'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-6255856311364735635</id><published>2009-11-01T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:43:29.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special occasion'/><title type='text'>Beloved Rascal Turned 15~~~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Su24Rx8Sh_I/AAAAAAAAAyA/l-Ufr_V6opo/s1600-h/PB240006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399174143890589682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Su24Rx8Sh_I/AAAAAAAAAyA/l-Ufr_V6opo/s400/PB240006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot!!! It's my beloved rascal brother turned 15!!! Yeah... I heart him~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fast time flies. I was ransacking the drawer to find something and came across the pictures of him when he was still really small. And I was shocked with the transformation. The really cute boy turned to such a devil!!! Heee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever happens, he's still my lil' brother.. oops.. Not really little. Dah besar dah.. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY BRO!!!! IT'S TIME TO GROW UP. MAY YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE YAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Crazy Sis. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4148854238655661832-6255856311364735635?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6255856311364735635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=6255856311364735635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/6255856311364735635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/6255856311364735635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/11/beloved-rascal-turned-15.html' title='Beloved Rascal Turned 15~~~!'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Su24Rx8Sh_I/AAAAAAAAAyA/l-Ufr_V6opo/s72-c/PB240006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-6657738378700336656</id><published>2009-10-25T12:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:27:19.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special occasion'/><title type='text'>Freedom Beach Concert '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SuPhKR529vI/AAAAAAAAAx4/6bJzkVNrNkI/s1600-h/akon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396404345241007858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SuPhKR529vI/AAAAAAAAAx4/6bJzkVNrNkI/s400/akon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;WooHoo~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Akon's concert is the second concert I've attended - the first was Guang Liang's concert!!! Also thanks to Chivas. And big huggies to Brandon Chinese for the tickets!!! It was at the Sunway Lagoon Surf Beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;*hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SuPZzI6MKNI/AAAAAAAAAxw/W1cMsmets4k/s1600-h/brandon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396396251108092114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SuPZzI6MKNI/AAAAAAAAAxw/W1cMsmets4k/s400/brandon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh.. about the concert. It was all good. Simon was the most excited one because among us - Lynnett, Simon and Me - he is the biggest fan. LOL. Wesha (Brandon's "friend") was there too. And Brandon was busy switching between VIP and Chivalry Zone. Hahx... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Among the songs I recognize sung by Akon was Dangerous, Beautiful, Right Now, Don't Matter, I Wanna Love You, Smack That... That's all I remembered. LOL! There were other songs of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Akon also get off the stage to get carried by his fans! Luckily we weren't in front of the line.. I can imagine Lynn's face if the water splashed on her. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;And we bumped into Jack and Dan. Hahx&lt;br /&gt;We also hit the club (Euphoria by MOS) for the after-party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;It's my first time stepping into a club!!! Haha... Pardon my "sakai"-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;But it wasn't much of an experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Because I didn't get to drink anything... *sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;And we didn't dance also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;So, I didn't get much of the Club feeling. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, I'll make sure the next time I hit any clubs, I'll make it a more memorable one. Ehehe~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;We left early - Around 12 midnight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;And went for tea in Wong Kok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;And Dan came in and sapu all the food. Haha.. He's REALLY hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;As usual, concerts don't allow camera or recorders. But of course, camera comes in real handy here. XD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Will try to upload more pictures about his concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;All in all, it was an enjoyable concert! &lt;/span&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/4148854238655661832-6657738378700336656?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6657738378700336656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=6657738378700336656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/6657738378700336656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/6657738378700336656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/10/freedom-beach-concert-09.html' title='Freedom Beach Concert &apos;09'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SuPhKR529vI/AAAAAAAAAx4/6bJzkVNrNkI/s72-c/akon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-14229830536863114</id><published>2009-10-25T03:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T03:31:41.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special occasion'/><title type='text'>My Honey Bee turning 19~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;27th September 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeappy yeap! Lynnett my honey bee officially turned 19 on this auspicious date. XD...&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated it in Winter Warmers, The Curve on the 25th September 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Li Vern, Venn Kay, Chee Kien, Sue Anne, my Darling and Simon came!!!&lt;br /&gt;Heee... Been so long since I've seen Li Vern and Venn Kay.&lt;br /&gt;And always called Vern as Venn and vice-versa. And they, of course, shooted me. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Will remind myself about this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me and Chee Kien went to Times Square to get Lynn's birthday present on the day itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Everything was really rushed as I was having exams during that period. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh well.. Luckily it all turned out well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396250100447520018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SuNU4DRXJRI/AAAAAAAAAxo/zOjBIh3Qplg/s400/5496_128426861967_681971967_2904404_762147_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm the rubber duckie and she's the honey bee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love you loads woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I hope your year will be smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And  don't worry, I'm catching up with u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Give me another 2 months. Teehee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;May your wishes come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Take care!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Our friendship is one of the things I cherish manyak-manyak!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loves,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Yellow Balloon&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*pictures will b posted ASAP!!! FAST LA CHEE KIEN!!!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-14229830536863114?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/14229830536863114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=14229830536863114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/14229830536863114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/14229830536863114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-honey-bee-turning-19.html' title='My Honey Bee turning 19~~~'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SuNU4DRXJRI/AAAAAAAAAxo/zOjBIh3Qplg/s72-c/5496_128426861967_681971967_2904404_762147_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-3634161620355672927</id><published>2009-10-05T14:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:46:05.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occassion'/><title type='text'>HAPPY 21st DARL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmeKHgg_9I/AAAAAAAAAxY/HGRIEosp5VU/s1600-h/venue.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389012325776818130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmeKHgg_9I/AAAAAAAAAxY/HGRIEosp5VU/s400/venue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;12th SEPTEMBER 2009&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;This is the big day where Darling turned 21~~~Yeap! It's the big 21 everyone goes through once in a lifetime!!! And thus, it's only normal to make it a B.I.G one!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh by the way. The real thing is supposed to be on the 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. But, it's a weekday. So... Saturday it shall be!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmeJkor1ZI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/bSmrbhfOxDA/s1600-h/agenda.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389012316415841682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmeJkor1ZI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/bSmrbhfOxDA/s400/agenda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; The Agenda where so much sweat n blood is put into it. ==... That's what happens when a perfectionist is at work!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmdpvkZNuI/AAAAAAAAAxA/s2fbCyRAvrs/s1600-h/himnmum.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389011769594820322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmdpvkZNuI/AAAAAAAAAxA/s2fbCyRAvrs/s400/himnmum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; The birthday &lt;s&gt;boy &lt;/s&gt;man and his mum!!! So handsome right??? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmdoR3SbmI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ISkQhb3MXeE/s1600-h/singing.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389011744441134690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmdoR3SbmI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ISkQhb3MXeE/s400/singing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;And not forgetting to show off his talents - his singing - along with his guitarist friend who also got to sing a Malay song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh, before that.. He was presenting a slideshow of his life. Which is interesting. His baby pictures.. And his transformation. XD... Which is really vain!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;His mum's speech which is memorable.. "I know I'm supposed to give a key to him for his 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;.. But, it's not a key to his freedom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hahax!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Ssmdoj1skpI/AAAAAAAAAww/POXUIFpNgn4/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389011749266297490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Ssmdoj1skpI/AAAAAAAAAww/POXUIFpNgn4/s400/cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; That's the blueberry cake!!! Uber big and creamy. Looks nice~~~ =D. And it's shaped like a key too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389011760962094338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmdpPaMRQI/AAAAAAAAAw4/1VTCDx4AYg0/s400/eating.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;The eating competition where me and Jacqueline has to compete with guys. For God's Sake!!! If I win, I'll really do a war dance. And smack the guys for losing to a girl in eating. Hahax!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmdTMUVG8I/AAAAAAAAAwg/9X4oX9xEKWA/s1600-h/3ofus.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389011382175079362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmdTMUVG8I/AAAAAAAAAwg/9X4oX9xEKWA/s400/3ofus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; Whee~~~ It's us!!! Lynn, Me and Sue Anne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmdS9OAbMI/AAAAAAAAAwY/s7E0UGIM2sY/s1600-h/gabncheekien.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389011378122026178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmdS9OAbMI/AAAAAAAAAwY/s7E0UGIM2sY/s400/gabncheekien.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; o.O.. Haha.. Gabriel and Chee Kien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmdSV2v6CI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/NELP8WazJL0/s1600-h/hoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389011367555491874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmdSV2v6CI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/NELP8WazJL0/s400/hoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; Not forgetting Simon &amp;amp; Brandon. They're doing hard-gay for the whole night. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmdR5PYaaI/AAAAAAAAAwI/85XOKZi8tVk/s1600-h/lynnnmarshie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389011359874181538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmdR5PYaaI/AAAAAAAAAwI/85XOKZi8tVk/s400/lynnnmarshie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; Brandon &amp;amp; Lynn who managed to get first place for the eating competition. Gratz~~~ 2 pendrives!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;There's also the Charade competition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Pole-dancing competition(funny version). o.O..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sadly didn't get any picture of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;But trust me, it's really hillarious. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmdRsgA-RI/AAAAAAAAAwA/re83Rehb1U4/s1600-h/marshie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389011356454287634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmdRsgA-RI/AAAAAAAAAwA/re83Rehb1U4/s400/marshie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Credits to: Brandon Chinese for these pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmeKnd-HmI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ORxSBETs-9k/s1600-h/intheend.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389012334356078178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmeKnd-HmI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ORxSBETs-9k/s400/intheend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; Haha... That's what you'd call a birthday boy. Not official without him looking like this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;So, my wishes comes here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Happy 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Birthday dear. I guess 21 is a turning point in everyone's lives? And I think it'll affect in a way or the other. Haha.. I hope you've had a memorable 21st Birthday Party and may your coming years be a good one. Hee~~~ No matter what, I'll be supporting you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Loving you as always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4148854238655661832-3634161620355672927?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/3634161620355672927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=3634161620355672927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3634161620355672927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3634161620355672927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-21st-darl.html' title='HAPPY 21st DARL!!!'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmeKHgg_9I/AAAAAAAAAxY/HGRIEosp5VU/s72-c/venue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-6932053628631748372</id><published>2009-10-05T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:05:47.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Vannessa Hudgens - Papercut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vannessa Hudgens - Papercut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s not a feeling like when you touch a flame&lt;br /&gt;No, it’s not like when someone calls you a bad name&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like the hurt when you slip and fall down&lt;br /&gt;No, it’s not like anyof these, what I’ve found is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love hurts like a paper cut, so sweet&lt;br /&gt;never even feel the slice; you’re so deep&lt;br /&gt;It seems so hard as, but only at first&lt;br /&gt;Cause like a paper cut the pain grows worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not so much in the words that you don’t say&lt;br /&gt;It’s when you act in the distant, cold way&lt;br /&gt;It’s more in your eyes how you look at me&lt;br /&gt;Like you no longer care for what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love hurts like a paper cut, so sweet&lt;br /&gt;never even feel the slice; you’re so deep&lt;br /&gt;It seems so hard as, but only at first&lt;br /&gt;Cause like a paper cut the pain grows worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to go and show me just how good, your love could be&lt;br /&gt;Then you threw it all away&lt;br /&gt;Now I can’t help but feel a brand new pain&lt;br /&gt;So I’m asking baby, please stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love hurts like a paper cut, so sweet&lt;br /&gt;never even feel the slice; you’re so deep&lt;br /&gt;It seems so hard as, but only at first&lt;br /&gt;Cause like a paper cut the pain grows worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;The pain grows worse&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;The pain grows worse&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;The pains grows worse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Thanks BP for sending me the song. Loving it!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-6932053628631748372?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6932053628631748372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=6932053628631748372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/6932053628631748372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/6932053628631748372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/10/vannessa-hudgens-papercut.html' title='Vannessa Hudgens - Papercut'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-3417124711226205198</id><published>2009-10-05T13:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:56:55.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethics'/><title type='text'>Gender.. A problem..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nowadays, I believe love is just love. There is no need to taint it with questions of whose body is loving whose body. Or whose identity is loving whose identity. And you can say as much about one's race, nationality, or religion."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--- The Star, StarMag, Sunday 4 October 2009 --- by James.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/145194/holding-hands-love-passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388990342286750034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmKKgoDMVI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/VAstkRq1G8Y/s400/holding-hands-love-passion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*does it matter whose hand is whose?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-3417124711226205198?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/3417124711226205198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=3417124711226205198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3417124711226205198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3417124711226205198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/10/gender-problem.html' title='Gender.. A problem..?'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SsmKKgoDMVI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/VAstkRq1G8Y/s72-c/holding-hands-love-passion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-5442446377854238134</id><published>2009-10-05T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:40:40.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Hari Raya..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Another 1 month of abandoning my blog.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm suprised that there are people asking me to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Touché.. *wipes tears*.. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So anyway, it's already October.&lt;br /&gt;September was a month of birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about those soon.. hopefully.. XD..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh.. I have this really cute experience during Hari Raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I experience the "One Malaysia" spirit and also an early Halloween~~~&lt;br /&gt;You see, fire crackers have always been the trademark of Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's being used for every single biggy occassion.&lt;br /&gt;It's so darn irritating when it "pippoppippop" every single day for almost 5 days. &gt;&lt;...&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. And have I mentioned before???&lt;br /&gt;That during Chinese New Years, suprisingly, it's not the Chinese who plays with the fire crackers? Hehx... Really One Malaysia~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And there's also early Halloween where kids will come to my house and ask for "duit raya" (Raya money).&lt;br /&gt;The first day, when we heard kids, my grandma went out to see who was it.&lt;br /&gt;When my grandma didn't want to give, one of the kids scolded "sohai" (a top level Cantonese foul word) and ran off.&lt;br /&gt;o.O..&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how kids catch up with languages these days. XP...&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. And the fun part is when my mum went out and hunt for the kids and whacked one of their asses.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mum really rock at times.&lt;br /&gt;I inspire to be as daring as her.&lt;br /&gt;She even disturbed my dad's Japanese boss just to test his English proficiency because he said my dad's English is no good.&lt;br /&gt;LOL... Yeap.. That's my mum. =X&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. My first post after so long is so full of sarcasm. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, holidays is here~~~&lt;br /&gt;Rotting at home and I'm not complaining!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Angpows and firecrackers.. Then it's "lou sang".. I wonder what's next..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-5442446377854238134?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5442446377854238134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=5442446377854238134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/5442446377854238134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/5442446377854238134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/10/hari-raya.html' title='Hari Raya..?'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-8321428266154817026</id><published>2009-08-23T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:37:00.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethics'/><title type='text'>Bus Incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, there is this story that I want to share.&lt;br /&gt;It's about these two people on a bus - let's call them X and Y.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Y saw this old lady boarding the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Y then asked X to give up the seat for the old lady.&lt;br /&gt;X however, argued with Y on why should he give it up instead of Y.&lt;br /&gt;Y then answered because X was on the outer side of the bus which makes it easier, plus, X is a guy compared to Y who is a girl.&lt;br /&gt;X still refused to give up his seat because he clearly doesn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Z who was watching the whole thing for 30 seconds(finally came to the conclusion that they both won't give their seats up) couldn't take the whole drama and decided to give up her own seat to the old lady to ease both of X's and Y's the PAIN to get their ass off the seat.&lt;br /&gt;Z did it swiftly and easily without bothering that she herself is a girl and is seated in the inner seat.&lt;br /&gt;What made Z more angry is that X and Y got down at the next stop and can't even stand for the few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, if you don't want to give up your seat, don't ask others to do it.&lt;br /&gt;It's still tolerable if you don't want to give up your seat for a more elderly person, but it totally irritates if you argue with others to give up their seat.&lt;br /&gt;Make a change and the world would be a better place.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4148854238655661832-8321428266154817026?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8321428266154817026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=8321428266154817026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/8321428266154817026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/8321428266154817026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/08/bus-incident.html' title='Bus Incident'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-4912904426453580600</id><published>2009-08-09T21:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:33:53.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>True Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SpFWsdQP_zI/AAAAAAAAAu4/kt0ApFgktMk/s1600-h/amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367962301487010850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sn7VRcPSVCI/AAAAAAAAAuI/mBlmRRnRlD4/s400/trueblood_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SpFWq-kJVLI/AAAAAAAAAuY/VGWKqXhQ1FE/s1600-h/trueblood%2520cmcl.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373171126778811570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SpFWq-kJVLI/AAAAAAAAAuY/VGWKqXhQ1FE/s400/trueblood%2520cmcl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is True Blood(the synthetic blood) which is available in all blood types. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yeap, this is the new series&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"True Blood"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't know how new, but quite new? Lol...&lt;br /&gt;I finished Season 1 last month (in only 3 days.. Woot~~~) and is looking forward to Season 2!!!&lt;br /&gt;As the name suggests, it's a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VAMPIRE&lt;/span&gt; based movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Leading actor(which is so gorgeous *drools*) is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bill Compton&lt;/span&gt; which is a vampire. Compared to vamp Edward Cullen in Twilight, I prefer Bill Comptoon without the vampire make up which makes him look pale and old. Bill is so much more sexier tanned. And I was shocked with Edward Cullen without his vampirish make up. I prefer him pale. =.="..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Next, is the sexy and hot &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sookie Stackhouse&lt;/span&gt;. I kind of like this actress.&lt;br /&gt;I can categorize her as the strong and independent type of actress which is something I like compared to those whiny whiny weak actresses.&lt;br /&gt;She is the leading actress who loves the vampire, Bill Compton (as expected).&lt;br /&gt;Plus, she also has this power which can mind read people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And there is this not-so-main vampire which makes me love him more than Bill(when he's being nice) which is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Eric!!!&lt;/span&gt; *triple drools*&lt;br /&gt;He's this Sheriff in charge of the vampire side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;He's damn cool, albeit a little bit evil and bloodthirsty as compared to the nice Bill.&lt;br /&gt;But, omigosh.. His body and looks is so drool-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367962298117967426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sn7VRPsCzkI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ReT3SLjSxqs/s400/Bill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bill Compton&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Stephen Moyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367962291642385506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sn7VQ3kJRGI/AAAAAAAAAt4/IYMnIpS6jo4/s400/sookie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sookie Stackhouse&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anna Paquin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367962288269429970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sn7VQq_-DNI/AAAAAAAAAtw/AHrcMk3atxI/s400/jason.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jason Stackhouse&lt;/span&gt; by&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Ryan Kwanten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The trouble-maker which is so damn different from his sis(Sookie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367962284136878130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sn7VQbmsUDI/AAAAAAAAAto/2RUQjk_NYAs/s400/Eric.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eric &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Alexander Skarsgård&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Triple droolable*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373171128407001186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SpFWrEoViGI/AAAAAAAAAug/PO4KZavI7gg/s400/tara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tara Thornton&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rutina Wesley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The most foul-mouthed woman is this series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373171144548637442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SpFWsAwzWwI/AAAAAAAAAuw/2-MmW5dvwk8/s400/Lafayette.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lafayette Reynolds&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nelsan Ellis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The gay guy who lightens everything up. Hahx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373171140045466626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SpFWrv_KbAI/AAAAAAAAAuo/ogNAZKF8eYs/s400/shapeshifter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sam Merlotte&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sam Trammel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In love with Sookie. Be amazed by him at the end. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Anyway, about this series, it's about human and vampires living together in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Vampires even have their own pub - Fangtasia.. Yeah.. I gave that (=.=") face too. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;However, vampires are not allowed to drink human blood to survive.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, synthetic blood are processed by the Japanese technology in order for the vampires to sustain their lives.&lt;br /&gt;But, another question arises, are humans more scarier than vampires?&lt;br /&gt;WHY? Humans are also hunting for vampire blood because it can increase their sexual desire(something like viagra or tongkat ali).&lt;br /&gt;Plus, vampire blood is fetching high prices in the market.&lt;br /&gt;As the series develops, more creatures and cases arises.&lt;br /&gt;And you would be questioning the humanity of us humans.&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to judge others?&lt;br /&gt;The thing about this series is that it is not really action-packed.&lt;br /&gt;It's more to the romance side.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, watching this series is synonym to holding the remote control all the time as I don't know when another 18SX scene will pop out and I would have to Fast Forward all of it.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, this series is filled with them. I can only remember the 2 episodes which doesn't have any sexual stuffs are the last 2 episodes.&lt;br /&gt;But, overlooking these, this series is quite a nice series. As I've said before, I'm looking forward to the Season 2!!! Eagerly waiting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I were to rate this series: 8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4148854238655661832-4912904426453580600?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4912904426453580600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=4912904426453580600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4912904426453580600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4912904426453580600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/08/true-blood.html' title='True Blood'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sn7VRcPSVCI/AAAAAAAAAuI/mBlmRRnRlD4/s72-c/trueblood_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-6026906334115890965</id><published>2009-08-09T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:21:20.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Me &amp; You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Our meeting was totally unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that I've never expected that I would meet someone as perfect as you.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the first time I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To me, you were like a Teddy Bear(and still are) coz you're really TALL &amp;amp; BIG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Not the best compliment and yet, you gave me the safe feeling coz that day, the sun was at its peak. It was blazing and so darn bright I thought my eyes would pop out.&lt;br /&gt;But you shielded me from the sun when you arrived.&lt;br /&gt;I was like: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Omigosh.. Teddy Tree!!!".&lt;/span&gt; Wakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;That time, we were just passing acquaintances where we just said "HI!" and we were introduced where you were introduced as his most beloved senior.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard so much about you from him and finally meeting you, I understand why he likes you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes by, we get to know each other better and had so MUCH to chat on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, we would chat till late at night or better yet, till early morning (2~3a.m.).&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, we meet up and hang out and that's where Lynn came into our picture. Hee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then, it's always been us 3~~~ The Trio! Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also care for your junior so SO MUCH and tried to help him which made me hate you at that point of time where I felt like going straight to your house and bash you up. XD!&lt;br /&gt;After all, we stay in the same area and it's only 5 minutes journey.&lt;br /&gt;You kept on convincing me until I can't take it and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"If he's such a nice guy and you love him so much, why don't you just get together with him and be his boyfriend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could almost see that (=.=") expression on your face in my mind's eye.&lt;br /&gt;After that, you didn't want to flare my temper anymore and we went back to talk about random stuffs like Pokemon and gossips. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;You see, to me, you are like this adult that really loves Pokemon which struck me as funny. XD..&lt;br /&gt;We would talk about almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;And I would tell you about my crush which didn't end happily. Hahx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That time, you were nothing more than my big bro that is always there for me whenever I needed someone to talk to when others were too busy for me.&lt;br /&gt;I would always look forward to chatting with you whenever I log into my MSN account and I would always find for your name in my contact list.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I couldn't harbour any feelings for you as you were in a really sweet relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not really qualified as someone who can break couples up. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;February 2006 arrived&lt;/span&gt; and that's when you break the heart-wrenching news to me.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I could think of was: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"God.. He must be damn sad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that you love her a lot at that time.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I tried cheering you up and told you not to be too sad.&lt;br /&gt;There are lines where I learnt from those drama I watched to convince you that with your qualifications, you will surely find some other gal.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. I'm not really that good of a comforter. XD...&lt;br /&gt;After that, I don't know since when I started having feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that the feeling got stronger as time passes me by.&lt;br /&gt;I just shrugged it of as a normal feeling one would have for their big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Besides, you've always been.. well.. just there. So, I didn't give it much thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A few months went on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I guess you healed a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was dense enough to story you about cute guys, hot guys, guys I've met, etc...&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that you have feelings for this another girl, I was happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;But, somewhere inside me, I was jealous and I didn't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was afraid that you will spend more time with her and soon abandon me.&lt;br /&gt;You were unwilling to tell me who that girl is and just told me that the girl would not like someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just thought that what you think is stupid... coz to me, who wouldn't like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If someone was to say lines like "I like him, but I'm sure he won't like a girl like me", it would surely be me.&lt;br /&gt;At one point, I was relieved, but I was oh-so-dumb and kept on giving you courage to court her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To me, it was the right thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I kept on pestering you into telling who the gal is because I was curious and I wanted to know which girl managed to catch your heart.&lt;br /&gt;You were such an ass at that time coz you refused to tell me no matter how I pester you everytime we chat.&lt;br /&gt;You were also an ass coz you were so jobless and pretended to be another person and made me believe it. I was so damn stupid I sticked up and argued with "him" whenever he told bad things about you. Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;You told me it's your way of seeing whether am I a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;If you were in front of me, I'll surely bash you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Soon, June 2006 arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I was chatting with you about this guy whom I met and liked me.&lt;br /&gt;One in a million of the guys who would fall for me. I admit I'm not a popular girl. I'm the type of girl that will go unnoticed if I don't open my mouth and make a sound.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was jokingly asking for your opinion whether I should accept him although I've already made up my mind that I won't.&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, I was pestering you again to tell me the gal you falled for.&lt;br /&gt;And this time, you finally gave in and told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The instant I saw what you typed: "It's actually you la"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dumbfounded and stunned and a small smile formed on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;For a while, I thought you typed to the wrong person or typed wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;And for a while, I didn't reply and just stared at the screen trying to process the written words as if it isn't English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Until you typed: "Are you there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you started making up stories such as it wasn't you who typed it.&lt;br /&gt;And you were just joking which was really REALLY funny.. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Then, I asked for a little time to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;From your reply, I can sense your dissapointment and lack of confidence which is really rare because you are a guy FILLED with confidence.&lt;br /&gt;It took me 3 weeks to reply positively because there is really LOADS of stuffs for me to consider.&lt;br /&gt;The most important one is me losing this friend which happened but is all okay now.&lt;br /&gt;I guess humans mature.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. I still remember the reply you gave when I say that you can always call it quits when you find out you don't really like me after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You said: "You think I'm buying sayur in pasar ar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those recollections of my past is really sweet and I'm afraid as I get older, I would forget it.&lt;br /&gt;So, I just thought of immortalizing it here.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I didn't think that our relationship would last long coz I don't have self-confidence with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't know what you saw in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not petite as other gals are. I'm the tall, lanky and super thin without front and back type. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not smart.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm naive!&lt;br /&gt;And because of some dark things that has happened to me, I couldn't accept myself at some point in time.&lt;br /&gt;Occassionally, I would think back and can't help feeling disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;But, I didn't want to give up without trying and I really didn't want to lose you especially when the opportunity presented itself.&lt;br /&gt;And see how long we've been together.&lt;br /&gt;Like you said: It's not easy to build a 3 years relationship together and it makes me proud too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Admittedly, you're not the perfect boyfriend. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to ask you to choose between me and studies.. Let's just say I kind of knew the answer. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But, you're a really great man and partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, you're the best man a gal could find.&lt;br /&gt;You became the role model in my life where no other guys could match up to you.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, you were incomparable.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'm really afraid of losing you as I'm pretty darn sure that it would be hard for me to accept another guy.&lt;br /&gt;That's how great of an influence you've exerted on me... I guess no one could measure up.&lt;br /&gt;Although at the first stage of our relationship, I never really trust you and were afraid of you.&lt;br /&gt;And you were always the one to make things work.&lt;br /&gt;You think I would complain about you now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You were willing to hit the arcades with me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the moments when we just hold hands and walk from Pavilion to Sungai Wang then back to Pavilion coz your car is parked there for God-Knows-Why.&lt;br /&gt;I love the moments when you were simply there right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the moments when something special came up and we would exchange presents.&lt;br /&gt;I love the moments where you would purposely ask me to do things I wouldn't refuse in front of your parents just to tease me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Undeniably, both of us changed a lot since 3 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't find for you whenever I log into my MSN account anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You weren't always just there anymore like last time, but I know I could always count on you to be there for me when I need you.&lt;br /&gt;We don't chat as much as last time, but whenever we do talk on the phone, it always overwhelms me when I hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;You showed me that I could also be loved like those girls I'm jealous of coz they seem so happy with their partners which I soon found out that their "love" are fakes.&lt;br /&gt;You never blame me for anything that happened, but slowly taught me to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;You taught me how to face the problem that presents itself and not hide from it like I always do.&lt;br /&gt;You gave confidence to me to do what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;You believed in me eventhough I don't believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;You love me and taught me to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;You care for me.&lt;br /&gt;You support me when I'm about to fall.&lt;br /&gt;You never let go even when I felt like letting go.&lt;br /&gt;You were willing to give me so much time.&lt;br /&gt;You were willing to wait.&lt;br /&gt;You accepted me when I had a tough time doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Most importantly, you are always patient with me and never gave up on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I admit that I'm not a fantastic girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my guy friends take me as a guy coz I lack so many girly attributes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't do PDA(Public Display of Affection).&lt;br /&gt;I won't wilt and die if I don't see you for a day.&lt;br /&gt;I hate crying because that just shows that I'm weak. I would only do it where noone sees and if I really can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't like a person, I won't strike a conversation even if he/she is of good use to me.&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely hit the arcades if there's a guy who is experienced is with me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like shopping unless if I saw a beautiful one that suits me.&lt;br /&gt;75% of my wardrobe's clothes consists of clothes my mum bought for me without my presence.&lt;br /&gt;You could count the number of shoe I own with 3 fingers.&lt;br /&gt;When I go out, I borrow one of my mum's nicer clothes that suits me.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer gaming compared to "who's paris hilton's latest guy?".&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I talk, mostly is about gaming especially if a guy is around.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me the most popular colour of the season and I'll give you a blank look unless if my mum told me about it before.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to kiss. LOL! Time to learn la kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll get so damn absorbed in your studies that I hate you for it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But, a man's gotta do what he's gotta do right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'll complain especially to Lynn &amp;amp; Chee Kien and some other random person, but I guess I never really blame you for it.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has his own priorities, and I know what's yours.&lt;br /&gt;I still love you for it and wouldn't make me love you any less.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be here supporting you.&lt;br /&gt;And you can always find me when you just want to find a place to hide from the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I'll always be here where you need me the most.&lt;br /&gt;You need not feel guilty as I've never blamed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Loving you more and more each passing second...&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've never stopped loving you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367960935780060722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sn7UB8lYDjI/AAAAAAAAAtY/fKtLXHw8trg/s400/menvicki.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367960942966111314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sn7UCXWqfFI/AAAAAAAAAtg/PlWK522g-wI/s400/DSC00157.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*I've always believed that if I stare long enough into the horizon, you'll be there for me. My faith in you never waver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-6026906334115890965?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/6026906334115890965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=6026906334115890965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/6026906334115890965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/6026906334115890965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-you.html' title='Me &amp; You'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sn7UB8lYDjI/AAAAAAAAAtY/fKtLXHw8trg/s72-c/menvicki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-7011423044157176290</id><published>2009-08-09T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:07:35.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Welcoming CK back from Pahang~</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367960363739103554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sn7TgpkLwUI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/rmhpY8XgUK0/s400/me,vick,cknlynn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;The one who left me to rot here by myself -&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Jason Yap Chee Kien &lt;/span&gt;- finally came back from Pahang for a week.&lt;br /&gt;That's because of the H1N1 outbreak at his place.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering why is it that my Uni is still open. Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;And I kept calling him&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Kampung Boy (no offense to Pahang pepz).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we decided to have a day out.&lt;br /&gt;It started with him coming to fetch me from my Uni.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Cannes Tea restaurant in Setapak for lunch (his treat.. Nice ain't he? BLEK!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then, we decided to call Lynn up since we both know that Lynn's gonna start bashing both of us for leaving her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrangement is that we were to go to Ampang Point to meet up with her AND Simon at around 2.30~3.00.&lt;br /&gt;But, darling was late and so, didn't get to go to Ampang Point and thus, didn't get to see Simon, my "ass-kicking" partner.&lt;br /&gt;ZZzzzz... There's always a late-comer in every occassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, all is fine since everyone is free and we decided to meet up in MidValley.&lt;br /&gt;Which is where Lynn &amp;amp; I had to listen to both the guys (Chee Kien and darl) arguing and teasing each other.&lt;br /&gt;And not suprising to any of us.. got really excited when they saw a so-called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Pokedex".&lt;/span&gt; =.="..&lt;br /&gt;Yep.. That's my boyfriend and my always-reliable friend.&lt;br /&gt;You should've been there too see the look on their faces when they saw that "Pokedex" and started guessing at all the Pokemon's name.&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I've seen both these pepz that I felt that they've changed and yet they didn't. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we have to leave early since darl needs to leave early coz he had some other arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And Lynn can't join us for Round 2 in Setapak. :(...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Round 2 is a yumcha session in Setapak which took place in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Station 1&lt;/span&gt;(where I immediately remembered Ken Elephant and his Longan Milk.. XD. Been so long since this "zi mui" of mine teased me) at 0000 a.k.a midnight 12.00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Haha... That's coz darl wants to see &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;, my childhood friend, so desperately.&lt;br /&gt;Gab is another one who went to UPM in Serdang.&lt;br /&gt;So, there's where Darl, Chee Kien and Gab starts teasing each other and starts gay-ing around. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Where Gab became the center of the whole teasing thing.&lt;br /&gt;Where Gab revealed that he's in another relationship(Congrats yo~!).&lt;br /&gt;Where Darl and Chee Kien guesses whether his partner is a guy or a girl (Gab is straight but they just like to tease him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;" Darl &amp;amp; CK : So tell la... Is it a guy or a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Gab &amp;amp; Me : (=.=") "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where WE asked why does Gab like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[Serious Answer]&lt;br /&gt;" Gab : Coz she's nice and kind. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[Joking Answer]&lt;br /&gt;" Darl : How can you do this to me? I've known you for so long.. Almost 4 years and yet you choose him instead of me. *So-called hurt expression*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Gab : How can I not??? He became a transexual because of me. I'm so touched "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Darl &amp;amp; CK is unsure of a person's gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;" Darl &amp;amp; CK : So, your partner.. Is she.. Oops, I mean he.. Eh no.. she... Or is it he..? Wakakaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Gab : (=.=") "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Darl decided to make Gab's girlfriend as Darl's brother just because their name sounds almost alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;" Darl : You better take good care of my brother. He turned into a girl just because of you. We'll be brother-in-laws soon. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Chee Kien never stops talking because he doesn't really get the chance to talk much in Pahang.&lt;br /&gt;Where WE realise that it's been so many years we've been together when we walk down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;Where WE realise that time flies by so fast when 2.00 a.m arrives and we had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Where I realise that I'm gonna miss Chee Kien when he leaves soon.&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm already looking forward to the next time I meet him.&lt;br /&gt;Yep.. Chee Kien has been my adviser in my love issues.&lt;br /&gt;He's more pro than me. That's cause I lack so many girly attributes.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;He's also such a good matchmaker although I don't know why till now also he's still single.&lt;br /&gt;He says that he wants freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And his type of girl is a girl who is tough and yet know hows to "manja" when it's the time to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..&lt;br /&gt;You take care over there bro!!! Will miss you here and do come back often..&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BETTER INFORM ME WHEN YOU'RE BACK IN KL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*will upload d outing pics when CK uploads it. XP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: All these 3 pepz are straight. It's just their idea of teasing each other. No offense intended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-7011423044157176290?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7011423044157176290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=7011423044157176290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7011423044157176290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7011423044157176290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcoming-ck-back-from-pahang.html' title='Welcoming CK back from Pahang~'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sn7TgpkLwUI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/rmhpY8XgUK0/s72-c/me,vick,cknlynn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-7942973564548801837</id><published>2009-08-04T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:25:38.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Come Back To Me - Utada Hikaru -</title><content type='html'>Come Back To Me - Utada Hikaru -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain falls on my windows&lt;br /&gt;And the coldness runs through my soul&lt;br /&gt;When the rain falls, oh the rain falls&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could Photoshop on&lt;br /&gt;Our bad memories&lt;br /&gt;Because the flashbacks, oh the flashbacks&lt;br /&gt;Won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all that you need&lt;br /&gt;Baby, come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Let me make up for what happened in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;You're one in the million, &lt;br /&gt;One in the million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bayside of Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;She goes shopping for new clothes&lt;br /&gt;And she buys this&lt;br /&gt;And she buys that&lt;br /&gt;Just leave her alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that he would listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Side of the story&lt;br /&gt;It isn't that bad&lt;br /&gt;It isn't that bad&lt;br /&gt;And she's wiser for it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I cheated&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I did it&lt;br /&gt;But I do regret it&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can do or say can change the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;One in a million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I ever did&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I'm sorry but&lt;br /&gt;I was too young to see&lt;br /&gt;You were always there for me&lt;br /&gt;And my curiosity got the better half of me&lt;br /&gt;Baby take it easy on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything from A to Z&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you want to be&lt;br /&gt;I open my heart to be&lt;br /&gt;You are more priority&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see you punished me&lt;br /&gt;More than enough already&lt;br /&gt;Baby take it easy on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baby, take it easy on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Come back&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;One in a million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;One in a million&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;One in a million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee.. Spamming this song all thanks to Lynnett &amp; Simon. Jian Fung is on the receiving end. All thanks to his iPod. XD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-7942973564548801837?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7942973564548801837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=7942973564548801837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7942973564548801837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7942973564548801837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/08/come-back-to-me-utada-hikaru.html' title='Come Back To Me - Utada Hikaru -'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-7616890049974355773</id><published>2009-08-04T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:23:29.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A part of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365803847013245314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SncqK2umIYI/AAAAAAAAAs4/qn5cIzqxtGo/s320/lynnbnw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee.. Love this woman.&lt;br /&gt;So much of my memories comprise of both of us.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike other people, I don't really remember the first time I met you 7 years back...&lt;br /&gt;(Yah.. that's how long we've been such besties.)&lt;br /&gt;We just fall into the puzzle gradually.&lt;br /&gt;And since then.. You're always there...&lt;br /&gt;Helping me up when I fall down.&lt;br /&gt;Cheering me up on rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;Always the one to be counted on when I have noone else to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;Although Form 4 and 5, there was this 6-feet-under valley between the both of us...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all those Restaurant City, songs we shared, food you treated most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Those sad moments where we laughed and cried.&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are moments when we fought.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the uber big fight where it almost broke both of us up.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember it so that I won't be so foolish anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always bugging me because God knows I'll collapse without it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're having fun whenever we're together (not in a lesbo-ic way. XD)&lt;br /&gt;But God knows how I'm blessed to have such a "siao poh" like you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I admit my 24 hours a day are limited and there's only so much time I can free especially for you.&lt;br /&gt;But, we always ended up having one whole day for each other.&lt;br /&gt;Haha... Even when I complain of not having enough time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So basically(your most hated line)..&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU WOMAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;And of course, love your butter princess too.&lt;br /&gt;Do treasure him yar..&lt;br /&gt;It's so much more fun with his presense...&lt;br /&gt;Haha... This post is really random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sncqi9SttWI/AAAAAAAAAtA/BMc_GL4o-YY/s1600-h/hatus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365804261092210018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sncqi9SttWI/AAAAAAAAAtA/BMc_GL4o-YY/s320/hatus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SncqKl43WNI/AAAAAAAAAsw/O7Ah_iux1QM/s1600-h/menlynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365803842492913874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SncqKl43WNI/AAAAAAAAAsw/O7Ah_iux1QM/s320/menlynn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SncqKRtCcRI/AAAAAAAAAso/ihJnELTIM2E/s1600-h/lynnbnw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4148854238655661832-7616890049974355773?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7616890049974355773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=7616890049974355773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7616890049974355773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7616890049974355773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/08/part-of-me.html' title='A part of Me'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SncqK2umIYI/AAAAAAAAAs4/qn5cIzqxtGo/s72-c/lynnbnw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-1053204753293893482</id><published>2009-08-02T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:41:17.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Losing it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Your image starts to show up everywhere&lt;br /&gt;In the people I know&lt;br /&gt;And even in the people I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;In places we frequented&lt;br /&gt;And also in actions that you've done before...&lt;br /&gt;Am I losing it???&lt;br /&gt;Your image distracts me..&lt;br /&gt;Ties me up&lt;br /&gt;Suffocates me&lt;br /&gt;Until...&lt;br /&gt;I finally have the courage to look down&lt;br /&gt;And realise...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be six feet under&lt;br /&gt;If I ever let the image free...&lt;br /&gt;The closeness that you gave me once&lt;br /&gt;Made me selfish and yearn for more...&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being special to someone&lt;br /&gt;Made me careless and fell right into the pit...&lt;br /&gt;The pit that I don't want to get out&lt;br /&gt;Hoping against hope...&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/4148854238655661832-1053204753293893482?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1053204753293893482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=1053204753293893482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1053204753293893482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1053204753293893482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/08/losing-it.html' title='Losing it...'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-4800057569784456746</id><published>2009-08-02T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:40:15.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Your back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm starting to love looking at your back&lt;br /&gt;Your broad shoulder and tall frame&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel comfortable and warm inside&lt;br /&gt;Remembering happy moments&lt;br /&gt;No matter how moody I am at that time...&lt;br /&gt;I can only afford looking at your back for a long time&lt;br /&gt;As I can only steal little glances at your front...&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/4148854238655661832-4800057569784456746?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4800057569784456746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=4800057569784456746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4800057569784456746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4800057569784456746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-back.html' title='Your back...'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-3644146108475803521</id><published>2009-08-02T02:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:10:05.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Working moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I've been working for the month of July in Capsquare.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I've never heard about this place before.&lt;br /&gt;And it was my first time stepping into this shopping complex during my first day of work.&lt;br /&gt;This place is damn quiet and you can only see a few people scattered aroung this place.&lt;br /&gt;That's the ground floor where I'm working.&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;, 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; and 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; floor is almost dead. Most of the boutiques are closed.&lt;br /&gt;If not for the Times Warehouse Sale last 2 weeks, 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; floor would be dead too.&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; floor is where the TGV is.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about this shopping complex is that there's no directory and those pepz working at the Concierge is always MIA.&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me part-time walking directory where people would ask me where's this this restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh.. Which reminds me that the only happening thing in this complex is the fine-dining restaurants and the only supermarket - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OLIVES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let me list down some of the restaurants&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Four Seasons - famous for its Duck -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tappers - nice mutton curry -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Modesto's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Thai Restaurant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Baba Low's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Starbucks - Lynn's all-time fav - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess there are more restaurants but these are the places that I'm asked often.&lt;br /&gt;And there's a few other pubs.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I've said before, this place is really quiet and is a business for office hours.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I just need to stand there and stay pretty. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, there's an eye-candy over there so that I'm not that bored.&lt;br /&gt;And crazy bosses to make my life colourful: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alex, Quek, Richmond, Kevin and Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not forgetting &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Auntie Chan&lt;/span&gt; who taught me loadsa stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the memorable things that happened &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ON MY FIRST DAY OF MY WORK&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME : Hi Sir. Try this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;HIM : Is this free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : Yah, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;HIM : If it's free, then give me try lar. If not free then I don't want la. You get my point la har???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ME : *WTF???* Er.. OK... *passed him the juice* It's no sugar added. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;HIM : How you know no sugar added?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ME : It's written there on the box *shows him the box* (If don't believe then don't buy larrrr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;HIM : If it writes there then you believe lar? What if it's not true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : Er.. I don't think the company will want to jeopardize it's good name by simply writing these stuffs??? People can sue one if they know the company is cheating(i immediately regretted this last line)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;HIM : OKlar, if you are a consumer and you realised that this company is cheating. Would you go and sue him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;HIM : There.. you say maybe.. What la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ME : YES! I WOULD DEFINITELY SUE HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM : You got so much money or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : I got lawyer friend. I can ask one mar.. Then she can give me discount.. (I'm starting to make no sense at this point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;HIM : Eleh.. your friend got so good or not? If your friend went and kill someone. Would you shoulder the blame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : (I don't wanna lose and I don't know why he's even relating all these) YES!!! *FUCK YOU*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;HIM : BULLSHIT! (I think he don't have ANY friends) Malaysians are really hypocrites I tell you. (I've known that fact la please)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the conversation involved with his experience of meeting racist people (which made me hate Jian Fung at this second coz he's a racist) and saying me pathetic coz I don't know Chinese(as if I purposely don't want to know chinese. Honetly, I'm really sensitive with the face that I don't know Chinese which made me cry one I ran into the toilet). DAMN HIM SCREW HIM FUCK HIM!&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, this post is really filled with foul languages. Sorry pepz. If you were in my shoes, you would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another thing that happened is where I won because after the incident with the old man, I kind of lost any fiery passion to make sales.&lt;br /&gt;After I convinced this person to buy my juice, he suddenly decided against it because he never tasted the free sample and he said arrogantly "I don't want to buy stuffs that I've never tasted before". His sidekick added "I give you 10 seconds to reconsider giving us to taste the sample". WHAT THE HECK?!?!?! You think you're what?&lt;br /&gt;And I replied evenly "There's no sample. Thanks sir."&lt;br /&gt;And they walked away which later came back to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;I was so satisfied and I smirked at them when I passed them the juices. Hehx... Arrogant asses.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow will be the last day of my work.&lt;br /&gt;And ask Simon if you wanna know more about my job description. He knows VERY WELL. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;"Hi sir, try this juice" *squeal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-3644146108475803521?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/3644146108475803521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=3644146108475803521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3644146108475803521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3644146108475803521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/08/working-moments.html' title='Working moments'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-1803451029490013942</id><published>2009-08-02T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:10:25.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Rapid Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rapid KL is Rapid Killer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(translated by me) which will be the death of me soon.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have so many complains about this bloody bus which will, unfortunately, be my transport for the next 3 years if I still don't get my own car.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, this particular bus that I'm taking comes only&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; once per hour or once per 45 minutes&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why so little while other numbers (such as U20) comes more than necessary per hour.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, if it doesn't follow their bus routine, I would have to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; wait and rot for 2 hours under the scorching heat. &lt;/span&gt;I've tried before waiting for 2 hours (6pm ~ 8pm), and at last forced to take another Metro Bus.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly(reason why it'll be the death of me. I admit it was partly my fault), the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bus driver won't make sure that all the passengers get down safe before taking off.&lt;/span&gt; Last week, I wanted to get down from the bus and the bus started moving!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At last, i jumped off and touchdown-ed with my ars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &gt;.&lt;".. My butt was scratched. Luckily, no other bruises were detected. Hehx.. Actually, it's kinda funny how I fell. LOL! But, it's really irresponsible of the bus driver. Hmph... Anyway, I think the percentage of myself being the death of me is so much higher. Hahax!!!&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/4148854238655661832-1803451029490013942?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1803451029490013942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=1803451029490013942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1803451029490013942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1803451029490013942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/08/rapid-killer.html' title='Rapid Killer'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-64710487564526078</id><published>2009-08-02T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T01:48:19.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>My Uni condition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;University life is taking it's toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;So lifeless and vexing.&lt;br /&gt;My only aim is to&lt;s&gt;pass the exams&lt;/s&gt; get at least a B in the exams.&lt;br /&gt;And end everything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking into a very dark future.&lt;br /&gt;There is only nothingness...&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/4148854238655661832-64710487564526078?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/64710487564526078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=64710487564526078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/64710487564526078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/64710487564526078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-uni-condition.html' title='My Uni condition'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-2725264398493065257</id><published>2009-07-20T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:58:24.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I've Sinned and I admit!</title><content type='html'>Hi, I've commited a crime a.k.a I've sinned. I forgotten Teddy Mak Pui Yee's birthday which was on June. Yah, curse me to go to hell or whatever. I think I deserve it. Sorry Pui Yee. I know "sorry no cure". But, just wanna say it anyway. And Happy Belated Birthday. Hope you had a nice b'day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Slowly drifting apart.. When will I drown???*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-2725264398493065257?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2725264398493065257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=2725264398493065257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2725264398493065257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2725264398493065257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-sinned-and-i-admit.html' title='I&apos;ve Sinned and I admit!'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-2151468831744197158</id><published>2009-06-28T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:56:33.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occassion'/><title type='text'>They come and go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The hottest news right now must be the death of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LEGEND,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I guess I can be considered as one of the few who knows about this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Listening to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; One.FM&lt;/span&gt; every morning when I wake up has been a habit. Like every Friday, I was listening to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One.FM&lt;/span&gt; last 2 days. Somehow, that particular Friday's news gave changed the whole world (one way or the other)... Then I heard the DJ, Jeff, saying that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson passed away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; due to heart attack. I was like..&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Oh.. Okay. Michael Jackson passed away"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*This is what you call morning blurness*.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Then, as Jeff continues to feed details on his death, the reality starts to sink in slowly.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson, THE LEGEND, had left all of us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Honestly, I'm not that affected as I'm not a fan of him. Plus, because of his cases with the children, he gave me a totally bad impression. That's why I've never came to like him. I've even labelled him as a sick man. Ya, I know I'm not a very nice person. I guess because of my prejudice towards him, I didn't try to accept his songs or his greatness in the music industry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Everytime my mum tells me that MJ is a good dancer and singer.. The words just come and go. Actually, he looked quite good last time. I personally think that it's kind of dumb of him to undergo so many operation to whiten himself and look really bad. But, I guess he can't be blamed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blame it on fame? Blame it one people who cares about skin colour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm sure MJ has loads of his fans out there. Loving him for his voice, songs and his most famous moon-walk. The world would certainly mourn his loss. It's a loss to the world for losing a legend such as him. But, maybe there's a positive side of it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REST IN PEACE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;While popular people like him will be mourned by the whole world, there are some people that will go unnoticed and will only be noticed by their loved ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is a never-ending cycle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Live and die. some may die young while some lives long enough. Some die of natural cause while &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some die under the hands of reckless people and ruin the victim and the victim's loved ones' lives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I would refer to these reckless people as&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; IDIOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Doing things without thinking of the consequences or would just think of their own benefit. People who's done wrong should own up to their own faults. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;At last, those who receives the hardest pain is the victim's loved ones. Hating the idiot. Some maybe cursing. Or some would be thinking &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why did he bang my xxx?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What if I didn't let xxx go there?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I shouldn't have let xxx went there"..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Which is totally bad for the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But, as the saying goes,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Good people don't last long"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because the Gods loves kind-hearted people. So, maybe that's why they are taken away for us. I'm sure they would be totally removed from the worldly desires and might even be happier &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"up there".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I guess most people will refer to it as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I only hope that noone will blame themselves for the death of their loved ones. And no point in thinking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If only I..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because if it's destined, then there's no way you can change it. I'm sure those who's passed on would like you to continue with your life as happily as possible. The greatest love??? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be happy for your loved ones even if he/she is no more with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Loving someone doesn't mean you have to have him/her. Learn to let go and walk on bravely. The future lies ahead and the past will always remain as memories and lesson to be learnt to be a better person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*No matter how the sky is dark, light will always prevail like however long is the night, morning will always come*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-2151468831744197158?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2151468831744197158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=2151468831744197158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2151468831744197158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2151468831744197158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-come-and-go.html' title='They come and go...'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-7008791657784163436</id><published>2009-06-22T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:54:55.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethics'/><title type='text'>Selfish... Really...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly people, please don't be a fishmonger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;In other words: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE DON'T SELL FISH = PLEASE DON'T BE SELFISH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Today I went to the market with my parents. And the market we went is always crowded every single weekend as it is very popular. So, whenever we want to eat, we had to hunt for a place. And today, although we managed to find a table, we were short of one chair for my dad. So, I went to the neighbour table to get a chair since I saw an extra chair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Err..Uncle. Is this seat taken??? *smiles politely*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bloody Uncle: Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah.. *smiles exaggeratedly like some bitch*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Umm.. But there are 2 seats here. Are both these seats taken??? *I saw only one fella get out to get food*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bloody Uncle: YeaYeaYeaYeaYea.. It's taken.. It's taken.. *still has that bitchy smile. &lt;u&gt;NOTE: Uncle is a GUY&lt;/u&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Owh.. Okay... Thanks... *walks away*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Then.. Dad came back from ordering food.. Luckily with a chair for himself to sit. I was thinking &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That bloody uncle better be telling me the truth that there's another person sitting there".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then, I turned my head to his direction and saw(to my frustration) he got up from his original place and sit on the chair that I wanted &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; seat next to him is occupied by his newspaper!!! ARGH!!! WHAT THE?!?!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I told my mum about it... She said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's like that one lar.. Kiasu"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... OH MY GOD!!! In this crowded market with so many people standing by each table just waiting for a chance to sit down and have their breakfast, please be more considerate and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T SAVE THE SEAT FOR A NEWSPAPER!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*No offense to real fishmongers. I don't mean it literally. PEACE... I still need real fishmongers for real fish supply*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-7008791657784163436?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7008791657784163436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=7008791657784163436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7008791657784163436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7008791657784163436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/06/selfish-really.html' title='Selfish... Really...'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-8210777539594045285</id><published>2009-06-21T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:52:02.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occassion'/><title type='text'>Happy Parents' Day~!~!~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY~!~!~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; June 2009 is another memorable day &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR ALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the father's in the universe. It is where their children will celebrate this day with them. Sending gifts, cutting cakes or even a small little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HAPPY FATHER'S DAY"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wish is enough to make any dad happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about fathers, they always give me the image of a very strong man who is the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PILLAR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of the family. No matter how you lean onto him, he would always be strong for the household.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my dad projects that kind of image to us - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;their children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the kind of tech savvy kind of man who keeps up to the latest technology of updating his laptop with the most recent programs. Nor is he the kind of dad that cuddles you and shows his love every minute. He's the kind of cool dad that hardly talks and feared by his children. Sometimes, he even gives the impression that he doesn't really care about his kids that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, he don't even update his laptop virus definition files!!! Without the kids and technician, I guess his laptop is much destroyed. Hee... And to him, handphones are only for calling in &amp;amp; out. &gt;.&lt;".. Admittedly, it's kind of hard sometimes when you want to find a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; good reason to change to a cool high-tech phone. Haha... That's how &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dad is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But behind this image he built for himself, he's actually a caring dad. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRICT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dad. He totally suprised me by asking about my boyfriend one day. And my mum even told me that he asked her about my relationship with my boyfriend. He's always pampered me in a discreet manner. And he does jokes when he's in the mood. Most of all, he's always treated me as the small little girl 10 years ago. Maybe he should start to grow out of it. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's annoying how he's so stubborn at times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And whenever he uses the line &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SERVES WHAT PURPOSE?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when me and my bro wants to go out, me and my bro would definitely relish a punch on.. wherever. LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But, I guess that's what makes my dad unique in his own way.&lt;/span&gt; I would take this opportunity to say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"THANKS FOR EVERYTHING &amp;amp; YOU'RE ALWAYS MY ONE AND ONLY DAD NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I know that we shouldn't only express our love towards our dad on this special day.. But I am one of those few kids that has difficulty in expressing their own feelings. XD... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's only fair that I wish this too... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My mum and dad are like people from 2 different worlds. While my friends who saw my dad would say that he's fierce, they would totally like my mum and comment that she looks&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "young"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "friendly"&lt;/span&gt;.. =.="... She loves it when other people says that we're sisters... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(huh?? What the... that makes me old...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And also, she's the kind of fierce but open-minded mum. Compared to my dad, mum's more to the hot-tempered side. Mum is also more up-to-date with the latest fashion and sometimes technology. It's funny when they argue about something at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Because both also don't have the correct point. In other words, both are wrong while me and my bro would be snickering.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But, me and my bro talks mostly to her as she is a good conversationist(is there this kind of word????). Just that when she gets angry and annoying, that's where me and bro will start to boycott her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Another opportunity to express myself again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY! ALTHOUGH BOY AND ME ALWAYS DO A LOT OF THINGS TO MAKE YOU ANGRY, DO FORGIVE US. IT'S NOT OUR FAULT AFTER ALL. XD.. AND YOU'RE FOREVER OUR MOTHER."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh.. and also to our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GRANDMOTHER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;who's done more than what she should, cooking for us, cleaning us, nagging us non-stop.. Admittedly, you're something like our second mother.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; WE LOVE YOU FOR ALL YOU'VE DONE FOR US!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hee.. Sorry also for screaming at you at times.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*To all the kids out there, do spend time with your parents and never neglect them. At the end of the day, when everything crumbles down, they're the one that will always stay by your side. Although they might seem GODLIKE at times, they're still human like you and me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Happy Parents' Day to all the parents in the world, no matter where you may be.. Rested in peace or still present. Your kids must be missing you somewhere in one corner of the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349824264406697154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sj5k0uq6BMI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Vf9gVRt5nkU/s320/Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-8210777539594045285?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8210777539594045285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=8210777539594045285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/8210777539594045285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/8210777539594045285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-parents-day.html' title='Happy Parents&apos; Day~!~!~!'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sj5k0uq6BMI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Vf9gVRt5nkU/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-7556587788763644593</id><published>2009-06-20T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:20:12.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Deeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am inside a hole dug up partly by myself.. As I try to pull myself up... I got deeper into the hole... Whoever can save me...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Just the kind of human where I wouldn't give a damn after it's over&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349259495761255362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SjxjK3g8G8I/AAAAAAAAAsY/7c1VtJGeCmY/s320/sad_anime_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-7556587788763644593?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7556587788763644593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=7556587788763644593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7556587788763644593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7556587788763644593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/06/deeper.html' title='Deeper'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SjxjK3g8G8I/AAAAAAAAAsY/7c1VtJGeCmY/s72-c/sad_anime_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-9187626182925555745</id><published>2009-06-17T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:31:48.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>I would have to tag~~~</title><content type='html'>Tagged by: &lt;a href="http://missalienma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yoke Ha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Besides your lips, where is the favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cheeks&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Woke up at 0300 hours and... SHIT!!! MY TUTORIAL HAVEN'T DO!!! ARGH!!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;(ended up that the tutorial wasn't today. =.=")&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person/people you took photo with?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chee Kian.. Wei!!! I want my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;leng lui&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pics!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No I guess. I spoil others... Hehx&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Maybe.. If the needle is not so scary and if it doesn't hurt so much&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever have a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ken BP???&lt;/span&gt; Eh, no.. He's my prince. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The 2 chickies??&lt;/span&gt; No, they always bully me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; Ken Chen???&lt;/span&gt; NO!!! He's my "ZI MUI" a.k.a my sis. WAKAKAKAK!!!~&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone to be dead?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;YAH.. all those killers and murderers&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;8. what does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Y dying there ar? Is it any i can help? Btw, jz dun go during lunch time ya!(12-2) cz she might b nt around..Im stil go for event oli lo..Cz tis 2 week im bc v my group assg lo.. Y?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;from my ever caring BP&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;9. What are your thinking right now?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;How to save money le? To many events coming up soon... LOL&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you want someone be with you now?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2030 hours? Lol!!! Dozed off&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Metrojaya Sale&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone in your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yeah.. A few people in fact.. XD&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person who text you?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ken BP&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;10 lucky persons to do this quiz... (tagged!!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sunny, Chee Kian, Lynnett, Benson, Chee Kien, Jian Fung, Choo, Ken BP, Amanda, Jun Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who is no.2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;LOL.. He's single and available&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;16. Is no.3 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;female&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;17. If no.7 and no.1 get together, will it be good?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;NoooOOOO!! LOL. Never try to do dat&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;18. What is no.1 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chemical Engineering&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time you chatted with them?&lt;br /&gt;~Today??? But not all also~&lt;br /&gt;20. Is no. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yeah.. mayb?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Say something about no.2.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;EVIL!!!&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you think about no.2 and no.6 being together?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;UEK!!! Vomit blood. Plus, they're both guys&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;23. Describe no.9.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kind and super soft&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;24.Do you like no.8?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sure thing. How can I not???~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When is the last time you meet/ talk/ chat to no.10?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;LONG TIME AGO&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-9187626182925555745?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/9187626182925555745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=9187626182925555745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/9187626182925555745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/9187626182925555745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-would-have-to-tag.html' title='I would have to tag~~~'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-774689798670607626</id><published>2009-06-17T15:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:56:20.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>New Semester in A Whole New Place~~~!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My blog is nearing it's death's day again... =.="...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.. I found out that I've became more devoted to my new degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;(We shall see when will my fiery determination burn out)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my internet connection at home had been haywire for 3 weeks plus already.&lt;br /&gt;Something wrong with the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ocal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;rea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;onnection) network.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I really don't know what else can I do other than calling and calling Streamyx up to solve the prob.&lt;br /&gt;So there goes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after day..&lt;/span&gt; after day... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after day..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TILL NOW!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, my new semester is quite okay. I noticed that it's different from foundations. Where:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1) Lecturers don't really mind whether you listen to their lectures or not. We're big enough to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) You're really gonna flunk the whole course if you don't pay attention in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3) The people there are different from foundations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;(I'm starting to think of it as my problem. My foundation group pepz are really fun and crazy!!! It's sort of my prob that I'm shutting myself from the other pepz. ARGH!!! Lol.. Blame TD15 for being such great pepz...)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Students are actually &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAYING ATTENTION&lt;/span&gt; in class compared to last time during foundations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I guess that's what I can think of so far. This 3 weeks has not yet been a busy week for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm just waiting for assignments to pile up. And then that's where things truly starts...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In fact I'm so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;busy that:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;~ We had steamboat in Sunny's place in PV5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~ We had weekly badminton games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~ I managed to catch Terminator Salvation with Chee Kian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~ Chu, Joyce, Pei Wen, Me, Hock Heng, Min Yang and Tok managed to play this eye-power-squeezing game in the library. Trust me, it's really eye-power squeezing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOL! Being in this Setapak campus needs a whole new adjustment as there's an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OFFICIAL LECTURE HALL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No more classrooms during lecture~~~ And also, since I'm commuting by public transport, there's a loooooooooooooong way to walk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OH!!! And there's a subject this semester that really caught my attention &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;(although now not really anymore coz it's not easy to learn.. Plus, I'm not from chinese background whih makes it all the harder) &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;which is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAPANESE LANGUAGE~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And surely, subjects that is a must for Actuarists: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calculus, Probability &amp;amp; Statistics, Discrete Mathematics...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Plus additional: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Business Accountings and Programming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Seriously, Actuarial Science &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOULD NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be called Actuarial Science anymore. I don't know why is the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Science"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; there. And it's hard to communicate to other people telling that I'm an Actuarial Science students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Some will be&lt;/span&gt; "Oh.. So, you taking science subjects ar???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;While some...&lt;/span&gt; "Huh???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And I usually find myself just saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm studying counting. Where I will have to count, count, and COUNT in the future. You know, something like accounting. =)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And that seems to do the trick where they'll just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh~~~"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Both parties also happy. =.="..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I guess that's all I can doodle for the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And honestly, everytime I open the newspaper, all I can see are bad news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abused maids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Child kidnapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Robbers attacking eateries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Haihz... What's to happen in a few years times???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I'm starting to despise the development happening in Sentul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yah.. I know that development is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But, I'm going to miss the cows that are gonna be herded to another place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And the shops lots opposite my previous house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The silence that is comforting at times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The country-ish feel of the place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The old uncles and aunties that watched me grow up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The sound of kids running around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The sound of the bicycle of the candy seller late at night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The times where you don't need to worry even if you're walking alone on the streets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And so much.. so much more... are now but mere memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*As people grow up, things change.. They start to pursue things and start to forget things that are dear to them once upon a time.. Old things forgotten, new things cherished. Nothing is forever... As the cycle repeats itself*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-774689798670607626?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/774689798670607626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=774689798670607626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/774689798670607626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/774689798670607626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-semester-in-whole-new-place.html' title='New Semester in A Whole New Place~~~!!!'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-1293373245195039105</id><published>2009-06-01T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:24:44.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occassion'/><title type='text'>Bye-bye to holidays. Gambatte!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;My new semester is starting &lt;s&gt;soon&lt;/s&gt; in 10 more hours. Gosh.. Kind of nervous. =S..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;But, I guess I'll just do my best. Thanks to BP for advising. Don't worry.. The chances of me breaking down is kind of low.. for now. XD..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;My break this time is kind of fulfilling because I got to meet up with my treasured ones such as Lynn, Simon, BP and Chee Kian.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="rgb(104,200,230)"&gt;And unexpectedly, got to meet up with &lt;font color="orange"&gt;Darling&lt;/font&gt; and also &lt;font color="green"&gt;Chee Kien&lt;/font&gt; last 2 days. Not to mention Stanley who left us after mamak.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;I'm really happy and I admit my idea of happiness is kind of simple. Spending time with my treasured ones. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="rgb(230,140,8)"&gt;Especially if it involves strong determination to beat the high score of the basketball game in arcades. LOL!!! Yah.. that's what Darling, Chee Kien and me did when we went to the newly opened shopping mall in Setiawangsa. &gt;.&lt;... Luckily you weren't there to watch us. Our stunts are just so unbelievable!!! &lt;s&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;borrowing balls from the other machine and sitting/kneeling on top of the machine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Not to mention critisizing the place and&lt;/s&gt; accidently bumped into someone they knew. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="aqua"&gt;It's nice just hearing to them talking. It's been so long since I've heard their &lt;font color="red"&gt;"melodious"&lt;/font&gt; voices. Haha.. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;I guess it'll be some time again until we meet up. Chee Kien is definitely going places after this. Managed to say super-advanced sorry for not able to celebrate my birthday with me. &gt;.&lt;"""... Anyway, thanks for the lunch~~~ It was really a suprise. You take care of yourself ar!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt;Darling's getting into terra-busy mode again. Remember to eat well and do take care of your own health.. &gt;.&lt;... Never neglect your meal.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;HaHa... I guess I'm prepared for my new day at a new place. Gambatte!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="red"&gt;*will I ever get past 21..? How I wish to drift into winter dream wonderland~~~ LOL*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-1293373245195039105?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1293373245195039105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=1293373245195039105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1293373245195039105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1293373245195039105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/06/bye-bye-to-holidays-gambatte.html' title='Bye-bye to holidays. Gambatte!!!'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-4334520177552628896</id><published>2009-06-01T00:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:30:40.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baron chen chu he'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>It's HIM again!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qing Hua Ci MV!!! Kind of like this song. Emo n hard to understand. &gt;.&lt;"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AMHuRzqfmgg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AMHuRzqfmgg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="brush script std" color="red"&gt;Qing Hua Ci(Chinese pinyin)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su pei gou le chu qing hua bi feng nong zhuan dan&lt;br /&gt;ping shen miao hui de mu dan yi ru ni chu zhuang&lt;br /&gt;ran ran tan xiang tou gou chuang xin shi wo liao ran&lt;br /&gt;xuan zhi shang zou bi zhi ci ge yi ban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you se xuan ran shi nv tu yun wei bei si cang&lt;br /&gt;er ni yan ran de yi xiao ru han bao dai fang&lt;br /&gt;ni de mei yi lv piao san / qu dao wo qu bu liao de di fang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#tian qing se deng yan yu / er wo zai deng ni&lt;br /&gt;chui yan niao niao sheng qi / ge jiang qian wan li&lt;br /&gt;zai ping di shu han li fang qian zhao de piao yi&lt;br /&gt;jiu dang wo wei yu jian ni fu bi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tian qing se deng yan yu / er wo zai deng ni&lt;br /&gt;yue se bei da lao qi / yun kai liao jie ju&lt;br /&gt;ru zhuan shi de qing hua ci zi gu zi mei li / ni yan dai xiao yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se bai hua qing de jin li yue ran yu wan di&lt;br /&gt;lin mo song ti luo kan shi que dian ji zhe ni&lt;br /&gt;ni yin cang zai yao shao li qian nian de mi mi&lt;br /&gt;ji xi ni you ru xiu hua zhen luo di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lian wai ba jiao re zhou yu men huan re tong lv&lt;br /&gt;er wo lu guo na jiang nan xiao zhen re le ni&lt;br /&gt;zai po mo shan shui hua li / ni cong mo se shen chu bei yin qu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="brush script std" color="red"&gt;-Translation-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brush outlines a beautiful pattern, brush strokes becoming lighter&lt;br /&gt;The peony on the bottle, simplest beauty, just like you&lt;br /&gt;Whiffs of incense smoke bring your troubles to my heart&lt;br /&gt;I pause halfway while painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glazing of the lady's portrait hides her charm&lt;br /&gt;Your smile, to me, like a budding flower&lt;br /&gt;But your beauty dissipates like smoke, to a place I can never reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#The perfect shade of blue awaits the right weather, like how I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;From a thousand miles away, I gaze at the curling chimney smoke&lt;br /&gt;The calligraphy beneath the bottle, elegance of the Han Dynasty&lt;br /&gt;Our meeting I foreshadowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The perfect shade of blue awaits the right weather, like how I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;The moonlight smudged away the remnants of our ending&lt;br /&gt;Like legendary porcelain obsessed with itself, your eyes full of laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those blue carp seem to come alive on the white bowl&lt;br /&gt;While I am imitating the Song inscription I'm thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;The eon of secrets you buried in the kiln&lt;br /&gt;It's exquisiteness like an embroidery needle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banana tree outside brought the sudden downpour, and in turn the copper rust on the door handle&lt;br /&gt;My passing by Jiangnan brings me to you&lt;br /&gt;Yet you fade away into the deep abyss of the Chinese painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. I guess those who's not interested in Baron Chen should skip this entry. Don't say I didn't warn you. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="8" color="red"&gt;LOL~~~ I'm in love with &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Baron Chen Chu He&lt;/span&gt; all over again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;I'm seriously having some anxiety problems.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever a new semester is going to start or exam or anything big is coming, I'll go and find something drastic to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Mostly is re-read all the comics I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(73,30,116);"&gt;Or suddenly go online and start downloading all d comics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:rgb(224,44,203);"&gt;This time, I re-watched &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Fated To Love You!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(8,94,172);"&gt;And fell in love with Baron Chen Chu He all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Only this time, the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;intensity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;GREW&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I spent almost 4 hours yesterday night reading some information about him.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih.. Really looking forward to his new drama series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(116,116,84);"&gt;And I got to know that he's quite a quiet guy.&lt;br /&gt;And his father is a gangster from a triad gang.. Who passed away last 2 years...&lt;br /&gt;I went to some of the forums and noticed that some people is not really happy with that fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(242,122,22);"&gt;Personally, I think that the fact that his father is so does not make any difference as long as Baron doesn't take the same track as his father does.&lt;br /&gt;The plus point is.. He still loves his father. I think because he stepped back into the kitchen of his old house to cook as paying his last respect to his deceased father.&lt;br /&gt;And look at him now.. Kind of successful.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(85,110,171);"&gt;Appearing in Jay Chou's &lt;span style="color:rgb(200,168,50);"&gt;Qing Hua Ci MV&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Kung Fu Dunk&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:rgb(240,128,243);"&gt;Fated To Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to Qing Hua Ci for &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;25 times in one day???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; God-knows how many times..&lt;br /&gt;The song's genre is something like Fa Ru Shue..&lt;br /&gt;Classical and totally my &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVOURITE!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus... Qing Hua Ci's MV is so damn cool with Baron in it. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Watched it quite a few times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(73,149,91);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He looks so damn hot in &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Fated To Love You!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has this model kind of walk.&lt;br /&gt;But, he has some brushing up to do in his acting skills as he's still kind of stiff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; looking forward for his next series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*luvs luvs*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(84,93,176);"&gt;Oh... this is his &lt;a href="http://blog.sina.com.cn/churiverchen"&gt;&lt;u&gt;blog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... in case anyone who reads Chinese are interested.&lt;br /&gt;And a &lt;a href="http://asianfanatics.net/forum/index.php?showtopic=522999"&gt;&lt;u&gt;forum&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about him..&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like his Western name - &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Baron&lt;/span&gt; - although almost everyone prefers River.&lt;br /&gt;Baron is rare and it holds a title for landlord or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Increases his elegance. XD!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Who's interested or is his fan can access to these webpages.&lt;br /&gt;There kind of shows my love for him.&lt;br /&gt;Shall not repeat it here again. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;And I know I've blogged bout Baron before. Kyaa~~~ Forgive me. LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SiKrvutw7nI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/qQqK0xi5oaE/s1600-h/baronchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342020944497012338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SiKrvutw7nI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/qQqK0xi5oaE/s320/baronchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SiKrvgWFKyI/AAAAAAAAAsI/6MzX4J_wXjQ/s1600-h/baronwifdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342020940639578914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SiKrvgWFKyI/AAAAAAAAAsI/6MzX4J_wXjQ/s320/baronwifdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SiKrvSPXwRI/AAAAAAAAAsA/1eLUCblV0os/s1600-h/Baron_Chen_Che_He_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342020936853340434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SiKrvSPXwRI/AAAAAAAAAsA/1eLUCblV0os/s320/Baron_Chen_Che_He_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342020932905612034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SiKrvDiKMwI/AAAAAAAAAr4/YLrct5-lMlY/s320/thumb_1adc05b3b512ebb6d9335ab1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:red;"&gt;*An artwork doesn't have a definite price to it; as long as you think it's worth it.. then it is special. THE ONE AND ONLY ONE - One of Baron's quote in the series*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-4334520177552628896?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4334520177552628896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=4334520177552628896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4334520177552628896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4334520177552628896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-him-again.html' title='It&apos;s HIM again!!!'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SiKrvutw7nI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/qQqK0xi5oaE/s72-c/baronchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-1180907408826270388</id><published>2009-05-24T23:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:35:50.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>Meeting with buddies~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;The 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; week of my semester holiday was a break-away from the hustle and bustle life in KL to Genting. It was really enjoyable and refreshing~~~ It's another memorable event to me. I hope I'll be able to blog about it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;And my 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; week of semester holidays is just as fun. I had 3 days of fun catching up with 3 of my greatest pals including another one of my pal's bf. They are...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ShloWRwFc2I/AAAAAAAAArw/51c5tgtHKnk/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339413565155930978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ShloWRwFc2I/AAAAAAAAArw/51c5tgtHKnk/s320/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lynn and Simon~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339413562925183026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ShloWJcO8DI/AAAAAAAAArg/c4wc7-PpIzw/s320/1_511024203l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beloved BP and Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339413566160857858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ShloWVfrawI/AAAAAAAAAro/MHAzY0pEptM/s320/929338425276l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Teh Chee Kian~~~ Sorry for stealing ur photo. WAKAKAKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="rgb(236, 32, 153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to find a temporary 3 days work thanks to BP in AP Corp. Honestly, working in the telemarketing line is frustrating. Let's not talk so much about it. You can read it from &lt;a link=""&gt;BP's blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="rgb(136, 169, 236)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; day of work in the Northpoint Offices in Mid Valley, I met up with Lynn &amp; Simon. Hehe... It's really sweet seeing both of them and I admit I miss them &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="brush script std" size="5" color="red"&gt;LOADS!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="brush script std" color="red"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN I NOT MISS THEM?!?!?! ONE IS MY FRIEND OF 6 YEARS AND STILL COUNTING. ANOTHER IS THE GOSSIP QUEEN!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="rgb(160, 227, 79)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gossip queen here is Simon. Yeap.. He gossips more than Lynn. Fu-yoh!!! I really admire him. I can use some of his skills. Hahax!!! But, he's really nice and funny. He treated us to Nando's~~~ And he spoilt the steel rooster attached to the railings. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="rgb(230, 175, 76)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn &amp; Simon was doing most of the talking and it's real fun hearing to them. About their college lives, friends and lecturers. The not so cheery me was hyped up after listening to them. Lol.. That's how powerful they are. And they said that I was stressed because I was babbling things that doesn't make sense. Lol... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="rgb(115, 132, 215)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to have a pearl milk tea. And to the arcade, seeing Simon playing Initial D, 3 of us racing in Daytona USA. And get cheated by Photohunt. I still think that the Photohunt in MV arcade cheats RM1. We only played for 1 minute. And it's certainly not our skill problem. I spent 15 minutes at the Photohunt in Genting. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn drove me back. Hee... With Simon, we didn't lose our way. XD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, for the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; day of my work, I went to One Hotel near One Utama~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="rgb(162, 95, 169)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I met BP who's working alongside me and managed to get to know Chun Li!!! Her real name sounds similar to Chun Li, so, BP decided to call her that. Haha... Ken &amp; Chun Li was always battling with each other throughout the 9 hours of work. Streetfighters hero marh.. LOL.. My legs are crying because I don't have a formal black heels. So, had to borrow Lynn's black Mary Jane's shoes. &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red" size="5" face="brush script std"&gt;IT'S BLOODY 4 INCHES!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Yah, I know she warned me, but I really have no other choice. *sob*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="rgb(76, 153, 154)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was an experience working in this line as the event helper. Got to know so many kind of people. And BP was always taking care of me. As if I'm tofu. Chieh.. Haha.. Yala yala.. I know you're nice and want to care about your friend over here. XD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="rgb(101, 137, 153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I got to know about his college life which is not as colourful. I kind of took pity on him, but I'm sure the bloodiness in him will pull him through all of this. GAMBATTE BP!!! I'm sure you can do it~~~ Hee.. We went to a not-so-nearby mamak in KL and started talking again. Haha... I'm gonna miss him again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="rgb(77, 177, 165)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm not working, I went for another Nando's meal by Chee Kian. &gt;&lt;.. I had a fate with the rooster. LOL!!! Went back to my old school. Reminisced while walking up the school. Haha.. Like "A Walk To Remember". Saw back my old teachers. Thinking how time passes by as they've changed physically. And looking at the mirror, thinking the same thing looking at myself. Seeing my old friends, and thinking how they've changed too. Haha.. Suddenly had a crave for ice-cream and got one from the same "pak cik" 2 years ago. Guess some things never change. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="rgb(108, 180, 125)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, met up with Chee Kian and walked to Nando's. I'm so gonna kill him. I crossed the road halfway and went back to the same point &lt;font color="red" face="brush script std"&gt;ALL BECAUSE OF HIM!!!&lt;/font&gt; I'm lucky to be alive. Lol.. It's because I'm blurry also larrr.. I misunderstood him. But it's easier to put the blame on him. Hehx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="rgb(101, 95, 96)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we had the Peri Kick-Starter in Nando's. Made him eat more. You'll see why when you see his size. Similar to that of a bone. The waitress was really nice and sweet. Saw a few MBS Form 6 gals. Talked a bit on that. Talked about his classmates which he really enjoys talking about. I personally think that this guy has cheered up a lot. Although still quite pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="rgb(170, 93, 191)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to the Bakery Shop to get some &lt;font color="red"&gt;pistachio&lt;/font&gt;.. Which I wrongly pronounced as &lt;font color="red"&gt;pimpachio&lt;/font&gt; to the lady. And she gave me the looks that says "this gal is mad". *sob* Haih... Alas got some almonds. Anyway, I didn't take him to stroll around the garden as I know the way. Have confident in me a bit okay??? Hmff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="rgb(88, 162, 212)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. And that ends my beloved 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; week. I really miss them a lot. I was really happy seeing them at last. And catching up on stuffs. Muahaha.. And managed to bully them along the way. Honestly, you should cherish your friends. Thanks a lot to you guys. &lt;font color="red" size="5" face="brush script std"&gt;MuaxXx~~~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red" size="1"&gt;*love ya all~~~*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-1180907408826270388?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1180907408826270388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=1180907408826270388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1180907408826270388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1180907408826270388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/05/meeting-with-buddies.html' title='Meeting with buddies~'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ShloWRwFc2I/AAAAAAAAArw/51c5tgtHKnk/s72-c/DSC00219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-3807513254539054613</id><published>2009-05-03T23:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:05:56.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Wolverine &amp; Threads</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:fantasy;font-size:10;color:red;"&gt;FOUNDATIONS ARE OVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,133,133);font-family:fantasy;" &gt;Happy?&lt;/span&gt; Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:fantasy;color:gray;"&gt;Sad?? &lt;/span&gt;A little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:fantasy;color:blue;"&gt;Relieved???&lt;/span&gt; No doubt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's left is wait for my Semester 3 finals result &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;(pray for the best)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and wait for degrees to start. Sadly, there's only a short time to rest before degree starts. Surely, will need to find a job. No money no life... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I managed to catch the 2 latest movies: &lt;span style="font-family:fantasy;color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;X-Men Wolverine Origins &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Threads of Destiny (T.O.D) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#005501;"&gt;I wanted to watch T.O.D,&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Chee Kian wanted to watch X-Men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few arguments, we came to a &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;mutual agreement..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;I would accompany him to watch X-Men,&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,133,133)"&gt;he'll accompany me to watch T.O.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair and square~~~&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to Mid Valley to catch both the movies.&lt;br /&gt;I woke him up at 8 in the morning so that he won't have any excuses to be late.&lt;br /&gt;However, I was the one who arrived late.&lt;br /&gt;And... Got lectured by him. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;When we entered the theatre, the whole room was EMPTY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Only the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;So, as usual.. We started to create a ruckus. Haha.. He jumping around. And me shouting around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;I thought noone would be entering the room, so I was shouting something to him and suddenly, a few people came in..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=".. Paiseh.. paiseh... And he got a good laugh at me. Zzzz... Smacking him is just not enough. I wanted to snap a picture of how empty the theatre is, but his phone is not up to it. Oh well... Anyway, Thread of Destiny is quite a decent romantic movie. Although I don't really like the ending. Hish.. But, I think it leads to another episode of it. I guess I'll be in it for a second installment. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sf28E8qvsbI/AAAAAAAAAqw/jlEKHRat7SE/s1600-h/thread-of-destiny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331624327067447730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sf28E8qvsbI/AAAAAAAAAqw/jlEKHRat7SE/s320/thread-of-destiny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(236,94,6)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:fantasy;font-size:10;color:red;"&gt;THREAD OF DESTINY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This japanese movie is based on a hit mobile novel &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;"Akai Ito"&lt;/span&gt; written by Mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;"Akai Ito"&lt;/span&gt; refers to the East Asian belief of the red string of fate. Originating from Chinese legend, &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;"the red string of fate"&lt;/span&gt; myth states that the gods tie an invisible string around the ankles of men and women who are destined to be soul mates and will one day marry each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot revolves about the heroin, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,133,133)"&gt;Mei&lt;/span&gt; and hero, &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Atsushi&lt;/span&gt;. When Mei met Atsushi in high school, they both realized that both of them have a lot in common. They found out that they've met each other when they were 8 years old on the 29th February - both of their birthdays. Now, 8 years later, they meet again and they somehow feel that they are fated, in one way or the other. They grew closer and as every story goes, something happens - or rather happened - made them grew apart. They realise, although fate can be sweet, it can be so dark that you don't even want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story also touches on drug addiction, suicide, possessiveness and domestic violence. I kind of like Mei, although I really feel like shaking her and say "WAKE UP!!! ARE YOU STUPID???" at times. But, I realised that she's doing a big sacrifice on her part and I really salute her for it. Not everyone can do that.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a common taste which is well-liked by everyone, but I think it's nice. Although it can get a little boring at times as there's not much action. So, don't watch it if you expect a lot of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:fantasy;font-size:10;color:blue;"&gt;X-MEN WOLVERINE: THE ORIGINS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331624319974607298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sf28EiPricI/AAAAAAAAAqg/5FQ09wBd0CE/s320/x-men-origins-wolverine.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sf28E7yPJVI/AAAAAAAAAqo/v7aBFyyPf4Y/s1600-h/wolverine_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331624326830433618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sf28E7yPJVI/AAAAAAAAAqo/v7aBFyyPf4Y/s320/wolverine_movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: SYIOK!!! Really action-packed and you can barely take your eyes off the screen.&lt;br /&gt;But in my case, I do get my eyes off the screen frequently especially when there's killing and gruesome things. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I have a weak heart...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOL!!! Noone's going to believe that.&lt;br /&gt;This movie didn't let their viewers down. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;yes chee kian, i have to admit that your recommendation is good.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *piff* This movie is quite detailed, from how he got his name - Wolverine - to why his memory was lost. I bet a lot of people knows what this movie is all about.. so, let me express my love towards the character. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:fantasy;font-size:180%;color:blue;"&gt;Wolverine a.k.a Logan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;~Hugh Jackman~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331624076296056946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sf272WeL8HI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_8SAwunnuAY/s320/hugh_jackman_wolverine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main attraction of this movie. Look at his body!!! He's so hot~~~ He's really fierce but also kind and nice. Just the perfect guy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:fantasy;font-size:180%;color:yellow;"&gt;Sabretooth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;~Liev Schreiber~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331624088051024706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sf273CQyg0I/AAAAAAAAAqY/sJm2LYDGW1Q/s320/sabretooth_Liev-Schreiber.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The antagonist of this story. But, he's quite good also. Haha.. Maybe because of his greed, he looks evil to me. My favourite quote from his is "Wake me up when it's over". XD.. Watch this movie to understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,133,133);font-family:fantasy;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Kayla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;~Lynn Collins~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331624085209008050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sf2723rMx7I/AAAAAAAAAqI/12oK_VqjajM/s320/kayla-lynncollins.jpg" border="0" /&gt; She's another hot woman in this movie. Really attractive and sexy. Like her physical attraction, her ability is to manipulate peoples' mind to do what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:fantasy;font-size:180%;color:gray;"&gt;Gambit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;~Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Kitsch~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331624075076819122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sf272R7f2LI/AAAAAAAAAp4/P9I4L3tBa00/s320/gambit_taylorkitsch.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Funny guy and cute. Haha.. His power is kinda cool.. Which is using cards to attack people. I think he charges them with electricity. He also has a electricity stick which is quite powerful. But, I still prefer the marvel Gambit. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:fantasy;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;Wade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;~Ryan Reynolds~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sf2723ZhR3I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/534iq97H9K4/s1600-h/ryan_reynolds_wade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331624085134854002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sf2723ZhR3I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/534iq97H9K4/s320/ryan_reynolds_wade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talkative and funny. Can't shut up and quite powerful despite his chatty mouth. In the end, he's REALLY powerful and managed to shup up... Not in a pretty way. He's expert with the swords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only those few in the movie. Obviously, there's more characters worth watching, so watch it!!! In short, &lt;span style="font-family:fantasy;color:red;"&gt;MUST WATCH!!!&lt;/span&gt; I'm waiting for more movies. Loadsa nice movies this year. Hee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movies, we went and look for Chee Kian's Eragon: Brisingr. Saw the price that didn't drop and put it again on the shelf. Hahax.. Then, went to get some sweets. Please don't be lazy la Sei Chee Kian!!! LOL!!! Hardworking a bit. Always lazy to get this and that. Alas hafta push him to get it. If not, he won't even get to see the cover of Brisingr or get any of those candies he wanted. Hahax... Kecoh with you again when I have the time yar. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up is: &lt;span style="font-family:fantasy;color:red;"&gt;TRIP TO GENTING!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-3807513254539054613?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/3807513254539054613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=3807513254539054613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3807513254539054613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3807513254539054613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/05/wolverine-threads.html' title='Wolverine &amp; Threads'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sf28E8qvsbI/AAAAAAAAAqw/jlEKHRat7SE/s72-c/thread-of-destiny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-2870930221445306410</id><published>2009-05-01T18:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:14:43.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>My dreams...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:blue;"&gt;Foundations are over.. almost.&lt;br /&gt;Next up waiting for me is my degree.&lt;br /&gt;Without me noticing it, I've been studying for 15 years.. and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;It's a common knowledge that I'm taking up Actuarial Science.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll get through these 3 years alive.&lt;br /&gt;Not so much of the hardship&lt;br /&gt;Nor the toughness of this subject..&lt;br /&gt;But more to my interest on this subject.&lt;br /&gt;I've been passing my 15 years of studying aimlessly..&lt;br /&gt;Merely for the reason to graduate with a good result so that it'll be easier for me to get access into the colleges I desire.&lt;br /&gt;Primary, secondary and now.. College.&lt;br /&gt;I exclude kindergarten because I'll never complain anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;It's so much fun - The starting of more challenges ahead.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad that I took these challenges professionally albeit tormentedly and managed to scrape an average result through all of it.&lt;br /&gt;I admit I've never been a very bright child, neither do I have the desire to compete with my friends to get THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes to the extent of ruining the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;But I do try my hardest to give my best effort in delivering what I'm required to.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's the problem.. Doing things without passion and merely to deliver the job.&lt;br /&gt;I've realised this a few years ago and thought that it wouldn't really bother me..&lt;br /&gt;Until now...&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm getting tired of doing things impassionately. I WANT TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:brush script std;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be in a field where I have passion in.                           &lt;br /&gt;Wake up every morning thinking "YEAY!!! ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL DAY!"&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever I'm doing while whistling, humming and smiling            &lt;br /&gt;Put on my real face instead of wearing a mask&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and able to tell my friends, without hesitation, that I love whatever I'm doing  &lt;br /&gt;To see my life without regrets in the future &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that and MORE!&lt;br /&gt;But, life isn't always so ideal.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my idea of career is something out of the ordinary???&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I have my own responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;And parent's expectations to live up to.&lt;br /&gt;Like what he said "Life is not ideal. If it's more ideal.."&lt;br /&gt;If only...&lt;br /&gt;So, I've decided to look on the positive sides of my current choosing&lt;br /&gt;And it's kind of appealing...&lt;br /&gt;Like.. able to get good money&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe, I can pursue my dreams after that.&lt;br /&gt;And to him, I've already tried talking to my parents&lt;br /&gt;And they just gave the same answer...&lt;br /&gt;Told you it won't work.&lt;br /&gt;Hee.. But, it's okay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't forget the 2 movies you promised. EKEKEKKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;We're so gonna watch it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to him for being so patient to listen and give some valuable advice&lt;br /&gt;Although you keep on denying the wise-ness of your advice. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm taking in the advice at my own risk. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:helvetica;font-size:78%;color:red;"&gt;*I wonder, if I stare into the sky long enough, will I be able to soar and fly into the sky..? Forgetting all my troubles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;*Today, i woke up in the morning.. finding tears on my cheek. Just another bad&lt;br /&gt;dream...*&lt;/s&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/4148854238655661832-2870930221445306410?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2870930221445306410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=2870930221445306410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2870930221445306410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2870930221445306410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-dreams.html' title='My dreams...?'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-1247106809192278945</id><published>2009-05-01T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:32:20.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Fun tag~~~</title><content type='html'>Found this in Lynn's blog. And since she needs someone to amuse her, here it goes. Lol.. since so long never seen her. This is the best I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who left a comment on your Journal),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it when ___2______3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___12___,&lt;br /&gt;-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;American Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lynn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;our affair is over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I think I realized it when &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I changed tennis shoes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;with Paris Hilton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and I saw you &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sit on my father&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I'm sure you're &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ashamed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; enough to understand &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;that we're cousins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I'm returning &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;your love letters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to you, but I'll keep &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;the oil stocks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; as a memory. You should also know that I &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;told in my confession today about a new life as a clone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go and drown yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Christina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should try it. So much fun. Hahx..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-1247106809192278945?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1247106809192278945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=1247106809192278945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1247106809192278945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1247106809192278945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-tag.html' title='Fun tag~~~'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-4081902542433795840</id><published>2009-04-27T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T05:55:28.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Sleepover!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3" color="rgb(193, 70, 226)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a sleepover session in Natasha's house last 2 days. &lt;font color="orange"&gt;BECAUSE MY FRIEND - CHRISSY JUST CAME BACK FROM INDIA. &lt;/font&gt;So we decided to have a get together to catch up on each others' life. And I also needed something to divert my mind from it's current state. Without us realising it, we've missed 4 years. And 6 years of friendship. Hee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3" color="rgb(243, 105, 274)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone changed a lot... Naturally. Must get out of my na&amp;#239vete assuming that nothing changes. And Chrissy is so innocent. I thought that she would be cheekier and more naughty compared to me.. But it looks like it's the other way around. She is such a good girl. Haha.. And I thought those kind of people faced extinction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3" color="rgb(96, 99, 218)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched some horror movies. And none of it scared me that badly. Haih... Namely, &lt;font color="red"&gt;"Unborn", "Coming Soon" &amp; "Devil in Flesh 2".&lt;/font&gt; But, I have to admit that they have an understandable plot. Compared to some other horror movies that will make your mind go blank at the end of the story. Oh yah, we also watched latest &lt;font color="red"&gt;"Friday the 13th".. &lt;/font&gt;And sadly, it didn't get any better compared to the previous seasons. The theme is kill. And the end leads to another season of Friday the 13th. And it's really gruesome... Hmm.. And I thought I saw the last season of it where Jason became a small boy again peacefully and reincarnated. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3" color="rgb(104, 211, 45)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was kind of nice hanging out with 2 of my pals. Hehe.. Basically, Chrissy just finished her A-levels and is now choosing the path of her future. She thought of business. But decided against it and chose Food Technology instead. She also thought of Medicine but it would require a very very &lt;font color="red"&gt;VERY&lt;/font&gt; long time for her to build up the career and build her own name in the world. Not to mention her cash flow. Haha.. And now, after listening to Natasha's law career experience, she's interested in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3" color="rgb(228, 133, 28)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I've been interested in taking the law career since young. But, after discovering that my memory is not that excellent, I decided to opt for other careers that requires lesser memorising skill. Hehe.. But, the idea of law has always intrigued my interest in it. And having a friend who's in that field is fun. She tells me about whatever happens in UK, US, India and also all the injustice done to the citizens such as putting an innocent behind the bars and waste their 10 years of life is such damned place. To me, being a lawyer is a very noble job. But it can also be a cursed job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="1" color="rgb(182, 182, 182)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we indulged ourselves in a little drink. Chrissy can't even take Jolly Shandy and I had to finish that up. Natasha got drunk after a small little mug of Carlsberg. Which leaves me finishing up the rest 500 ml. Duh.. Luckily I'm not easily drunk. I remembered to fill my tummy with food. Past experience taught me a lot. &gt;.&lt;... So, I and Chrissy had to control the drunken woman. It's real hard work. Haha.. Somehow, I wished I were drunk the other day so that I can forget all the worries and so many stuffs residing in my tiny brain. It's a torture - saddening myself to bed every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3" color=rgb"(0, 0, 0)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to bed. It was kind of hard for me to sleep. I keep waking up at the slightest sound. Duh.. I didn't have a good sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3" color="rgb(87, 130, 181)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was time for us to leave the next day. Natasha's mum(Auntie Rose) is really nice. She cooked for us and she felt guilty for not being able to provide us food when we were about to leave. But, she still offered some lamb and chicken to us. And we whacked it nicely. Nyummy~~~! Thanks to both daughter and mother. I'll be sure to come back. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3" color="rgb(176, 100, 92)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Nat's house is a double storey terrace and I noticed something.. That &lt;font color="orange"&gt;I wouldn't come to adore big house &lt;/font&gt;as much as I did before. Also, &lt;font color="orange"&gt;I would not come to like sleeping alone in my own room.&lt;/font&gt; Because, it's so hard for people to communicate in big houses. Shouts can be heard all over the house whenever anyone need help with something. ==".. And you have to run here and there to get to the destined places. PLUS if ever your phone is not with you... I'll be gone case when I need it. Haha.. Also, it's kind of scary sleeping alone in a big house. I guess I'm starting to dislike loneliness.. I'm so in it nowdays. With noone to talk to when you need someone so desperately. As we age.. Everything drifts away. Even if it's your most treasured. Everyone has their own lives and their time are so occupied. But I also need the loneliness at times. Hee... However, spending a 2 days with 2 of my pals is refreshing. My burden has lifted.. in a way. Hehe... I'll be looking forward to the next meeting. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3" color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. And I'm having my Sem3 exams this week! All the best to all the candidates~~~ And I need equally the same wish. Hahx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="color: rgb(81, 145, 215)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3" color="white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I can't help but to think if the path I'm choosing now is right or wrong. I'm always tempted to just run away from all the responsibilities and choose what I love. But, as stupid as I can get, I can't do it. Guess I will just have to finish up what I have chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="1" color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Will my knight in shining armor ever arrive???*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-4081902542433795840?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4081902542433795840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=4081902542433795840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4081902542433795840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4081902542433795840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleepover.html' title='Sleepover!!!'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-2645390002721390327</id><published>2009-04-19T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:12:00.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occassion'/><title type='text'>Another of my precious memories..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories that I will cherish to death~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-c2.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-c2.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; 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Not really 100 actually...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;001. Real Name : Christina Lim Phui San&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;002. Nickname(s) : NaNa(firstly by BaBa &amp;amp; MaMa, secondly by Elephant Ken)&lt;br /&gt;Teng(By Shal and widely used)&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;(Zzz… Don’t remind me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;003. Age : 18+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;004. Zodiac Sign : Saggy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;005. Male or Female : Female&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;006. Elementary : Tadika Riang Baru &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;007.Middle School: SRK Convent Sentul (2)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;008. High School : SMK Convent Bukit Nanas009. College School : UTAR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;010. Hair colour : Black.. With a hint of dark brown???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;011. Long or Short : What long what short? Hair??? Long…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;012. Loud or Quiet : In the middle. Depends…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans : Both..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;014. Phone or Camera : Phone with built-in camera. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;015. Health Freak : Err… Not really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;016. Drink or Smoke : Drink&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone : Yah. All the handsome actors. Haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;018. Eat or Drink : Both&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;019. Piercings : Yeap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;020. Tattoos : Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;021. Social or Anti-Social: In the middle. Again it depends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;022. First Piercing : In Mid Valley. Forgotten the year. Form 4 if I’m not mistaken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;023. First Relationship : 3 years back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;024. First Best Friend : Loshni? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;025. First Award : Erm.. Story telling competition in Tadika?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;026. First Kiss : …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;027. First Pet : Dog... or was it tortoise???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;028. First Big Vacation : So far.. Penang. Lol..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;029. First Love at first sight: Erh…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;030. First Big Birthday : When my family did it for me when I was still young. Currently...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;049. Eating : Nothing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;050. Drink : Nothing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;051. Excitement Level : NIL!!! I’m so damn pissed with my line connection!!! Streamyx, please upgrade!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;052. I'm about to : KILL STREAMYX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;053. Listening to : Some drama dialogue on tv.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;054. Plan for today : None.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;055. Waiting for : The streamyx line to improve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;056. Energy Level : High&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;057. Thinking of someone: No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;058. Want kids? : Urm…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;059. Want to get married?: Urm… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;060. Careers in mind? : For my degree… Actuarist. But, being a designer has always been in my mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which is better in the boy/girl you like,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;068. Lips or Eyes? : Eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;069. Romantic or Funny? : Both&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;070. Shorter or Taller? : Taller!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;071. Protective or Caring? : Both... Not over-protective though. Irritates me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous? : Both&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms?: Both&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;074. Sensitive or Loud? : Neither&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;075. Hook-up or Relationship? : Relationship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;076. Trouble Maker or Hesitant? : Neither&lt;br /&gt;(I’m so greedy. LOL… &amp;amp; I’m ignorant about the fact that perfect guys doesn’t exist~~~)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;080. Lost glasses or contacts : No~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;081. Ran away from home : No… But I guess it would be a good experience. XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defence: Erm… Nope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;083. Killed somebody : NO!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;084. Broken someone's heart : Erh… Don’t know. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;085. Been arrested : Nope~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;087. Cried when someone died : Yeap…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you believe in,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;089. Yourself : Yeah… Low belief level though. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;090. Miracles : Erm… It’s commercialized091. Love at first sight: Erm… Dramas love this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;092. Heaven : Erm… Seen it!!! In dramas. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;093. Santa Claus : Urh… Again it’s commercialized&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;094. Tooth Fairy : GOSH!!! Next question PLEASE! These are tough questions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;095. Kiss in the first date: Yeap~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Truthfully,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;097. Is there someone you would want to be with right now? : Yeah…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you're in life now? : I do wish for better. But, I’m satisfied. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;099. Do you believe in God? : Yeah??? *blinks*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people: This time… I’m gonna tag…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny (tags me a lot)&lt;br /&gt;Yoke Ha (something for you to do)&lt;br /&gt;Others who are interested in doing this tag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-3854780523827767890?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/3854780523827767890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=3854780523827767890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3854780523827767890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3854780523827767890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/04/100-truths-not-really-100-actually.html' title='100 truths.. Not really 100 actually...'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-5235659141053077647</id><published>2009-04-12T09:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:19:33.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occassion'/><title type='text'>The bitter and the sweets</title><content type='html'>Time flies by so fast and now it's already the 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; week of my third sem as well as other fellow UTARians who's in their third sem. Come tomorrow and it's going to be the last week for us to be together before we enter our study week and obviously... &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem 3 finals!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my one year in UTAR, I've come across many types of people. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Namely, the ones whom I like and there are those that I dislike. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There are those people that are willing to go the distance to help out and shoulder their responsibilities well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there are those that shrink away from their responsibility and wouldn't even bother lifting one eye at you if it's not their problem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There are those &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;special cases&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where they wouldn't do anything and wait for things to drop on their laps &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(eventhough it's concerning very important things to them)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and there are those who will push their responsibilities to others to do when actually, they are very free and the task they have won't even take half an hour to finish it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Then, they would come up to you and tell how tired they are although in reality, the work he/she does is not even half of the assignment while others who is dying for the assignments wouldn't even complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Yah, it's common phenomenon when we are assigned to do group assignments. That's why I prefer individual assignments although it's hell of a tougher to do. But, group assignments are very enjoyable when you get good teamwork between your members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There are also victims who would get blamed for everything in an assignment because that particular person is already branded as "not likable" or for other personal problems. Something like a prejudice. Although that person has tried his best, it's just not enough and he has to go the extra mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I would like to thank those who has helped me a lot throughout this year, namely:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shin &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunny &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dai Lou &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joyce &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are also those who are nice and helped me although I can't be considered as a friend to them - &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senior Adrin and Cel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yah, not to mention the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ungrateful person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; whom I have introduced to the PMP programme and then forgotten me when it is him who didn't approach me although I've time and again mentioned "Do find me when you have any problems". &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, just because I'm your mentor, doesn't mean I have to dog at your heels every waking milisecond of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have my own life to live. I guess I'm just a bad mentor. I'll try to avoid being one in the future. The more I know about humans, the more they irk me. That's the kind that the world could do better without.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To others whom I've not mentioned, I love you guys a lot too. You guys added colours to my life~~~ Without you, my life at college wouldn't be as colourful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for all those activities you accompanied me to when noone is interested.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for all those food we have although I've gotten fatter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for telling me so many tales about you and keep me amused.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Thanks for being my first friend in UTAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for always bullying me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for the memories which I will cherish throughout my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU and may all of you lead a bright future ahead. ^^.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*When people come and go, you will still remember them because they leave footprints in your heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-5235659141053077647?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5235659141053077647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=5235659141053077647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/5235659141053077647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/5235659141053077647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/04/bitter-and-sweets.html' title='The bitter and the sweets'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-2007198766058230545</id><published>2009-04-06T01:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:34:28.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Save The Last Dance For Me~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Saturday was the last dance we had. That's real sad. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We only had 6 classes this time!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; T.T.. And I don't know that it's the last lesson we're having. OMG!!! I'm really going to miss Miss and Sir. Too bad we can't have dinner with them as they had their own plans. &gt;.&lt;... And sadly enough, we might not be having any more dance classes with them because all our seniors will be real busy soon. As it will be their last year and thus, final projects will occupy their time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After our classes, it was already 7.30 p.m...? And we went to station 1 for food after aimlessly walking around in Jaya One. Haha.. Again.. Forgotten to have a photo session with them. ARGH!!! Those are &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senior Adrin Wong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (very gentlemen and very nice), &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shannon &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(fellow Banananian), &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (quiet guy. &gt;.&lt;..) and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camelia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Got to know her name yesterday only)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Then, me &amp;amp; Ken had to leave early because don't have a car. And it's already 9!!! But, we had a nice time requesting songs for the band in Station 1, which none got aired by them. *Piff*.. Sadzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As soon as we got into bus, Ken camwhored!!! HAHAHA!!! A rare thing. Because I brought out the camera~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321266597366212418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdjvxusqJ0I/AAAAAAAAAog/pI7O4s602Gw/s320/DSC03275+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321266599664702306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sdjvx3QqU2I/AAAAAAAAAoo/9037ssqdhFo/s320/DSC03279+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then I took some pictures~~~ Night Lights of KL~~~&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321266599946629586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sdjvx4T4MdI/AAAAAAAAAow/AIk6kzC-M9o/s320/DSC03280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdjyYDWvauI/AAAAAAAAApI/yaYCQyib5zs/s1600-h/DSC03283+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321269454769711842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdjyYDWvauI/AAAAAAAAApI/yaYCQyib5zs/s320/DSC03283+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdjvyfeSg8I/AAAAAAAAApA/XcoM5BWwpw8/s1600-h/DSC03282+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321266610459280322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdjvyfeSg8I/AAAAAAAAApA/XcoM5BWwpw8/s320/DSC03282+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdjvyHL5g3I/AAAAAAAAAo4/u9OVmLo5URU/s1600-h/DSC03281+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321266603939693426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdjvyHL5g3I/AAAAAAAAAo4/u9OVmLo5URU/s320/DSC03281+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Finally at 10.15p.m.~ We reached Central Market. Really quiet and peaceful. First time I've seen such peace in KL. Hehx.. Don't miss out the chance~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321269455206292978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdjyYE-1HfI/AAAAAAAAApQ/2ECtLPANnnY/s320/DSC03284+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321269462918202498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdjyYhtfhII/AAAAAAAAApg/wjuxlqIS_PA/s320/DSC03286+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Gosh I like the lights!!!! And below is the mosque~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321269462837226114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdjyYhaL6oI/AAAAAAAAApo/XMe5RV0Plrw/s320/DSC03287+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THIS!!! Is obviously not Malaysia. I find it fascinating!!! It's a church in Edinburgh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321276715289276370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sdj4-q5f79I/AAAAAAAAApw/HB5hSB62_a8/s320/edinburgh+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Save money and go travelling around the world. My dreams~~~ I WILL realise it!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-2007198766058230545?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2007198766058230545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=2007198766058230545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2007198766058230545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2007198766058230545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/04/save-last-dance-for-me.html' title='Save The Last Dance For Me~'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdjvxusqJ0I/AAAAAAAAAog/pI7O4s602Gw/s72-c/DSC03275+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-7188324494811441526</id><published>2009-04-06T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:20:51.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Nyonya Food~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Honestly, if I take the same bus back home everyday with Ken, you guys are definitely going to see a different me... namely expanded size.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Because he is never full. And keeps on hunting for food. &gt;&lt;... That day, he was asking, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where got nice food ar?".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And since we tried both the Mamaks outside of Central Market, I brought him into Central Market. After circling around, we went into the Food Court. Which has changed a lot! It is re-decorated and it looks nicer and more comfortable compared to what it used to b... 1 year back I guess? After taking our tour, we finally settle on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nyonya Food~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdjgyWwXEoI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/delNPa2TyUI/s1600-h/DSC03271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321250115444740738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdjgyWwXEoI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/delNPa2TyUI/s320/DSC03271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; Sotong with Ladies Finger~ (my order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sdjgx1cQdVI/AAAAAAAAAoI/A4ns9qImYL0/s1600-h/DSC03270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321250106502051154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sdjgx1cQdVI/AAAAAAAAAoI/A4ns9qImYL0/s320/DSC03270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; Sting Ray~ (My order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321250115885848594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdjgyYZh2BI/AAAAAAAAAoY/xXAVvS2TjS4/s320/DSC03273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The ambassador of eating society. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. They are really nice. And Ken ate until his face went red. And he was also sweating like a pig! WAKAKAKAKA! Because these nyonya foods are really spicy . &gt;&lt;.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it's really delicious of you can eat spicy foods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Too bad I forgotten to take pictures of the food court. &gt;&lt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I recall one of out conversation the on Friday. It was in Lai Foong.. Lol.. Having another lunch after our classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ken: Nana.. If got chance, try and enter those eating program la next time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: You mean like Jalan-Jalan Cari Makan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ken: Yah Yah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: No lor please.. You want to me to become fat like an elephant.. like you ar???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ken: ==... One week once only mar.. Not everyday also&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Oh.. Yah hor.. Somemore free food. People sponsor somemore. Good la.. can save food money for my other expenses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ken: ==..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Coming out with you almost everyday also enough already lar.. You establish eating society lar.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ken: ==&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*continue eating and talking about other nonsense* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Have to thank Ken a lot for being my activity partner and doing loadsa crazy things with me. Tahan my 38-ness and being equally as 38. Eheh.. And also thanks to you for bringing me out of the darkness with your 38-ness. Our laughter means a lot to me. Good luck with your &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A***e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; orh. WAKAKAKAK!!!&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/4148854238655661832-7188324494811441526?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7188324494811441526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=7188324494811441526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7188324494811441526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7188324494811441526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/04/nyonya-food.html' title='Nyonya Food~'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdjgyWwXEoI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/delNPa2TyUI/s72-c/DSC03271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-1628914986060358372</id><published>2009-04-04T11:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:56:17.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The 3 lecturers~</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320666807101956450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdbORV2GIWI/AAAAAAAAAnY/NjCvK8x21JM/s320/the3lecturers!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Gabriel, Aaron &amp;amp; Lucas conducting TD15 &amp;amp; TD16 English for Communication class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha!!! This is so much fun. We had endless laughter that day. Finally, a real full-hearted laugh after a tensed up week. Really really tension week. And each of our professors are accompanied by a dictionary to help them identify unknown words. LOL!!! Real great professors they are. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320666806992219522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdbORVb7rYI/AAAAAAAAAng/Igb5WnfIXlI/s320/DSC03251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is Ms. Malar, our supposed lecturer. Decided to view their performance. And that's Dennis, recording their performance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320666813963334994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdbORvZ-dVI/AAAAAAAAAno/zaUujUHoVwM/s320/DSC03252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gabriel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was by far the funniest one. With his favourite quote - &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Alright.. I'm going to check up on this word. For the meantime, you guys can go and take a 10 minutes break".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Students: Sir! I wanna take a break.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Gabriel: Sure. 15 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Also:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Gabriel: What's the meaning of this phrase, students?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Students: Erm.. It's... *finding answer*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gabriel: Okay. Good answer. Let's go on to the next slide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He really drove Ms. Malar mad!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he even attempted to skip to the exercise slide without teaching us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdbOSJlUjYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/t1BtMpU-iEc/s1600-h/DSC03256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320666820990242178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdbOSJlUjYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/t1BtMpU-iEc/s320/DSC03256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next is &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaron&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with his pose. I guess he's the most fidgety one. Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His famous quote is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aaron: Please call me by my full name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ms. Malar: Mr Aaron.. May I know what is the meaning of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aaron: No. Call me by my OTHER full name.. Mr. Aaron Timothy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's also the situation when Ms. Malar asks him loadsa questions, he would reply:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaron: I'm the lecturer. I'm supposed to ask questions and you answer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA!!! It was really an uproar in the class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And his favourite student seems to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, who miraculously answers all the question he poses. Hahax... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdbOR7R_KLI/AAAAAAAAAnw/OZ4OiPTW7GU/s1600-h/DSC03266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320666817151051954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdbOR7R_KLI/AAAAAAAAAnw/OZ4OiPTW7GU/s320/DSC03266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the last lecturer of the day is &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lecturer wearing 3 quarter pants!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320676991538772018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdbXiJ1DODI/AAAAAAAAAoA/bd2gzSt58G4/s320/reference.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;His memorable moments is when Ms. Malar asks him to explain the reference slide. LOL!!! Bizarre. See that Heinle &amp;amp; Heinle???? This is the story of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Students: Who's Hei&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nly &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; Heinly? What's their relationship? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas: ... They're brothers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's also:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Students: Why is that author called Longman? How long is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas: ... Very long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh.. Oh...! And not forgetting their last question:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Students: How to pronounce the name after Longman? Bee.trees? Beat.Rice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas: No. It's Be.At.Rice...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol.. And Ms. Malar finally came to her senses to end the class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha.. Really a funny day~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just the thing everyone needed to ease the tension of a REAL hectic week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-1628914986060358372?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1628914986060358372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=1628914986060358372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1628914986060358372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1628914986060358372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-lecturers.html' title='The 3 lecturers~'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SdbORV2GIWI/AAAAAAAAAnY/NjCvK8x21JM/s72-c/the3lecturers!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-137761317997820967</id><published>2009-04-04T09:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:49:52.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Shattered Hopes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It all started like a fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;Beginning of a hope.&lt;br /&gt;Promise of a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;And promises are kept and realised.&lt;br /&gt;That's how fairytales are.&lt;br /&gt;Happily ever after~&lt;br /&gt;Except, this time is no happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;No happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;Beginning of a hope... yes..&lt;br /&gt;Crushing of hopes.. yes...&lt;br /&gt;Promise of a happy ending... yes...&lt;br /&gt;But that's where it all stops.&lt;br /&gt;The promise is kept... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promise is realised... definitely &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's how things work in reality.&lt;br /&gt;Happily ever after are rare.&lt;br /&gt;And once you grab hold of that happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;Do not ever... ever... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;let go of it.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to it like it's your lifeline.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Because once you let go..&lt;br /&gt;Second chances are close to nil...&lt;br /&gt;This is a real dissapointment to me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess heartbroken is the word.&lt;br /&gt;I've never feel so dissapointed since...&lt;br /&gt;A long long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Just when you bring me go soaring through the skies...&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the eagles...&lt;br /&gt;Between the clouds...&lt;br /&gt;You dropped me down..&lt;br /&gt;And you're lost forever...&lt;br /&gt;The phrase &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"The higher you fly. The harder you'll drop"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Has been proven to me time and again...&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I keep hoping in hopes that it'll be realised..&lt;br /&gt;Is it time to stop hoping?&lt;br /&gt;To be void of all emotions?&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely hard to do...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving me false hopes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for those who are victimised.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to walk forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Damn it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's the best to describe my dissapointment now. And no.. I'm not ditched. Lol..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*My summer trip has been cancelled*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-137761317997820967?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/137761317997820967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=137761317997820967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/137761317997820967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/137761317997820967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/04/shattered-hopes.html' title='Shattered Hopes..'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-7660431887712610352</id><published>2009-03-29T10:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:33:44.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dances'/><title type='text'>Paso Doble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Went for dancing class today. I thought that we were to continue learning foxtrot. It took me by suprise when I heard a really really REALLY familiar Mexico bull-fighting song in the air. And the sir and miss started to perform Paso Doble steps.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is a dance where the gal becomes the cape and the guy is the matador which is the leader. And Ken was joking that I was to be the bull. Zzzz.. And as usual, started making pig/bull faces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This dance proven to be another challenging one. I think we're going to have challenging dances already. But, it's a really nice dance and I really like it. Really have to double my efforts to pick up with this dance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I'm out of idea this week. Too much things in my mind. Been really restless these few days and there are no events except tests - which was okay. Although a lot of people says GG. Means Good Game. Which also means that it's the end. Dota players should know what it means. Haha.. Dota terms are being brought to reality. Even Ms. Quahci, my Management Studies lecturer is using it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'll try to update something interesting next week. Have a lot of assignments dateline this week. Thank God half is done. XD~~~&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/4148854238655661832-7660431887712610352?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7660431887712610352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=7660431887712610352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7660431887712610352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7660431887712610352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/03/paso-doble.html' title='Paso Doble'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-1183605879925075614</id><published>2009-03-28T11:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:15:45.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occassion'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"5 more seconds to earth hour!!! Get ready to off the lights!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318081132219453890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sc2enQSl0cI/AAAAAAAAAmw/hIhjTlk2eVw/s320/earth_hour2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318081127685370594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sc2em_ZlMuI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ZuEVQaGkEdc/s320/earth_hour1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Don't fret~~~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/home/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to know available activities when the lights are off. XD!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do support earth hour. With that one hour of turning off your lights, you can help our earth towards a better future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPPORT EARTH HOUR BY TURNING OFF YOUR LIGHTS FROM 8.30 TO 9.30 ON SATURDAY, 28 MARCH 2009! ONE HOUR IS ALL IT TAKES!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-1183605879925075614?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/1183605879925075614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=1183605879925075614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1183605879925075614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/1183605879925075614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour!!!'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sc2enQSl0cI/AAAAAAAAAmw/hIhjTlk2eVw/s72-c/earth_hour2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-5611992790493072589</id><published>2009-03-23T14:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:15:19.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedication'/><title type='text'>We'll always be there to support you~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Everyone in this life is filled with happiness.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nonetheless, there are also people who will face problems whether they choose to, or not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There are people who always find for problem such as those who are to free and therefore, find something to mess around with. Examples are those trouble makers, drug addict, etc.. However, there are those unfortunate ones who will find themselves facing some problems that they try to avoid.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I came to know of &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;this certain friend&lt;/span&gt; who is having problem right now. And I also realised that being sarcastic has its own consequences at times. Today, I felt guilty after my tongue slipped. And therefore, compelled to post this up. I also have a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"beloved friend"&lt;/span&gt; to blame for not stopping my mouth in time, and only tell me after my tongue slipped. I've noticed that this certain friend has been moody for the past week. And, my "beloved friend" told me what's wrong with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not sure whether it's true or not, but it's kind of sad to see you moody.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Also to my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"beloved friend"&lt;/span&gt; who is having some problems of his own, I hope he'll see the light soon. I've done all I can to counsel him. It breaks my heart to see the sadness and the gloominess in his face whenever the situation occurs. But, I think he's matured enough now to decide what to do for his best.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lastly, I just want to say, me and all of your friends will always be here to support you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Try to express your feelings to us, so that we can share the burden. I'm sure it will be a relieve after you pour out your feelings. Maybe you think that you will burden us with your feelings, but I can assure you that I'm only glad to relieve you of your burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's what friends are for right? To share and care. I pray that everything will be fine soon. Have faith, and everything will turn out fine. ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316271300640066418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SccwlMRBS3I/AAAAAAAAAmg/g1Cy4SRiUyU/s320/AngelPray88.339131529_std" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope is always available to us. When we feel defeated, we need only take a deep breath and say, "Yes," and hope will reappear. --- Monroe Forester&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-5611992790493072589?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5611992790493072589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=5611992790493072589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/5611992790493072589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/5611992790493072589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-always-be-there-to-support-you.html' title='We&apos;ll always be there to support you~~~'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SccwlMRBS3I/AAAAAAAAAmg/g1Cy4SRiUyU/s72-c/AngelPray88.339131529_std' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-3717630588863772215</id><published>2009-03-22T18:28:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:57:33.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occassion'/><title type='text'>Purple Ribbon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sc7Swtcb3QI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/X38w0Umi-0Y/s1600-h/DSC03236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318419944245550338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sc7Swtcb3QI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/X38w0Umi-0Y/s320/DSC03236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The purple ribbon~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sc7SwLOOpBI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Tmw4JNz5bbs/s1600-h/DSC03230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318419935059158034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sc7SwLOOpBI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Tmw4JNz5bbs/s320/DSC03230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Muahahaha! Make Ken pose this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315973789476195570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ScYh_w0EDPI/AAAAAAAAAj4/kDFyt8RwFvg/s320/DSC02423.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315974350029998386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ScYigZCgSTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/A4033y15S88/s320/DSC02438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really love the classical interior design of the halls in Sunway Resort Hotel~~~ &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunway Resort Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the Family Enrichment Programme hosted by &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YB Dato Seri Ng Yen Yen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Phaveena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; asked a few UTARians to go, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got selected&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proud~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahax.. I thought it's going to be a speech in English.. As it turns out, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;it's all in Mandarin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And even the brochure is in Chinese!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gosh.. How mortified I was. I felt as if I'm in Mars or Pluto. Okay.. That's a little bit too drastic. But somehow,&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like I've travelled to France &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;where they speak English but it's not their mother tongue. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You feel quite lost,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;but not entirely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. As my Mandarin is not really proficient - I can speak but not read - I can't read all the words but &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can still handle the speech with Ken and Yoke Ha as my translator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe.. Luckily, there's not only me as there's also &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth and Sunny who are as equally blur as me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. XD..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315973790931916418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ScYh_2PIloI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vg7z-_7QUMw/s320/DSC02421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we're bored~~~ Ken, Me &amp;amp; Yoke Ha. Pictures never turn out right with Ken.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315973792506793874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ScYh_8GnT5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/dgGxh-V1h-0/s320/DSC02417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compared this to that of the above.. This is so much nicer. XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As expected, the youngsters feel bored after a while. The row behind me which is occupied by UTARians... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;excelled in magic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You see.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;they were just behind me a few minutes ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and when I turned back after a few minutes, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they were gone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha.. That proves that this kind of programme is not really suitable for youngsters. However, this programme is really useful for married couples as they talk about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how to cope with family stress, how to build a happy family, how to maintain a happy family and those related to happy family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then, I turned to the back row again, now occupied by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choo, Pei Wen, Hock Heng and Kar Wai.. and I saw...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315963565998151314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ScYYsrY9FpI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Uwe62xHfwsg/s320/bingo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yah, they were playing bingo. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I'm mistaken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. Maybe they are jotting notes. But,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; they certainly are scribbling something on the piece of paper given to us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I decided to play also&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. with&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ken and Yoke Ha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318419938910458258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sc7SwZkc0ZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/nBOsDA1kQP0/s320/DSC03233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yoke Ha, Hock Heng, Ken &amp;amp; Me outside the toilet. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315973786492560354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ScYh_lstY-I/AAAAAAAAAjg/rDRCMRwqX_o/s320/DSC02412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The true definition of a spacious washroom!!! As big as a condo unit.. I'm serious and I'm not exaggerating~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316038601066284114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ScZc8SzSBFI/AAAAAAAAAmY/516XUrDMw3c/s320/DSC02446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316038596961630594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ScZc8Dgp-YI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/w4heZ6H75ok/s320/DSC02445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Views from the ladies~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When an hour passed 12, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we were ushered into another &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;room for lunch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And we thought it would be a normal lunch... with nasi lemak bungkus or something like that.. But, the meal is totally different from what we thought.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Gosh... We had 6 course meal!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And there are waiters serving us. Imagine that!!! I guess it's worth it after all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(there are those who commented on the cost of the meal...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316038298288460338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ScZcqq3bEjI/AAAAAAAAAlg/8QB_qqRigTs/s320/DSC02433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Chinese Set Menu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315974344326742178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ScYigDyvgKI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZveQhwhEjxU/s320/DSC02437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Dish - Dim Sum~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316038307021263218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ScZcrLZfEXI/AAAAAAAAAlo/yxfpJ9qx58E/s320/DSC02439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3th Dish - Roast Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316038309717628866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ScZcrVcWV8I/AAAAAAAAAl4/IiRspSrwsMU/s320/DSC02441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th Dish - Fish with Pattaya Sauce.. Nyummylicious~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316038309383512002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ScZcrUMsH8I/AAAAAAAAAmA/BHJg5LUk3-Q/s320/DSC02443.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th Dish - E-fu Noodles..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We played a game.. loser eats a mouthful of it. It's not really nice... =S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315974341671435234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ScYif55qu-I/AAAAAAAAAkI/Vqd_6UUxjLE/s320/DSC02430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet couple~~~ Sunny &amp;amp; Ashley ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315973796323481762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ScYiAKUlWKI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ogfUJAACZfs/s320/DSC02429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hock Heng~~~ Posing hunger with the food. XD. Pei Wen's face is blurred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316038310848684690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ScZcrZqA4pI/AAAAAAAAAlw/1jyGzW8jhfc/s320/DSC02440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hock Heng &amp;amp; Sunny - the Penangites~~~ Truly enjoying their food with surpising speed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316038600102089042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/ScZc8PNZkVI/AAAAAAAAAmI/3NjzDKN1nzk/s320/DSC02444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Aftermath.. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that, we changed clothes and fled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. XD.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth, Liew, Sunny &amp;amp; Ashley had their own programme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choo, Kar Wai, Pei Wen &amp;amp; Hock Heng went back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which leaves me, Yoke Ha &amp;amp; Ken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We thought of going for ice-skating in Sunway Pyramid. But, it's crowded and we had to cancel our plan. This leaves Yoke Ha to go back home as her friends won't be able to make it to Sunway Pyramid; me and Ken going for our favourite dancing class. We had to stop by at Ken's house as he needs to get the car to drive us there. And, he has the chance to show off his piano skills. ==...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our tiredness couldn't be any more obvious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - we were practically struggling to catch up with the lesson as the class started an hour ago. There are a few changes in steps, tempo and also some add-in steps. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I find it hard to concentrate and feel dizzy after a few spins of the foxtrot..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pride myself in my energy level!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Me and Ken were already dying by the time we were asked to partner up for the dance. Finally, we took our leave at half past 6. I got to go back home straightaway, but Ken has another programme he needed to attend. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's seriously a really tiring day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But fun nevertheless... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Energy level depletes faster nowadays. As I said before, I pride myself on my energy level!!! And my eyes are seriously malfunctioning. They start to ache and make me sleepy when night falls. And the hour is still early, namely 8. Seriously need some kind of drug to snap me out of it!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/4148854238655661832-3717630588863772215?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/3717630588863772215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=3717630588863772215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3717630588863772215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3717630588863772215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/03/purple-ribbon.html' title='Purple Ribbon'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sc7Swtcb3QI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/X38w0Umi-0Y/s72-c/DSC03236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-7679258322726304815</id><published>2009-03-21T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:20:21.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>OhMiGoshTheyAreJustSoAwesome!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doggies!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are such awesome creatures. Dogs are my first and true love apart from horses, dolphins, wolves and mythical creatures. Haha... But I do have the most adorable and unique hamster at home. And I love it to death. Although he does get on my nerves at times. &gt;&lt;.. Anyway, I woke up today and started to google doggy pictures. And these are those pictures I managed to find online.. among others. And I do so love these elegant and big dogs. Except the pomeranian.. Haha.. I just thought that the pomeranian is a rea poser. So, I just decided to put it up. Hahax.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#BerneseMountain"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bernese Mountain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#BorderCollie"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Border Collie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#CaneCorso"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cane Corso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#Dachshund"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dachshund&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#Doberman"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doberman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#FilaBrasileiro"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fila Brasileiro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#GermanShepherd"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;German Shepherd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#GreatDane"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great Dane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#Greyhound"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greyhound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#OldEnglishSheepdog"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Old English Sheepdog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#Pomeranian"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pomeranian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#Rottweiler"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rottweiler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#Schipperke"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Schipperke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#ShibaInu"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shiba Inu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#SiberianHusky"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siberian Husky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#St.Bernard"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;St. Bernard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a id="BerneseMountain"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbypRDAbU4I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/JJqCZzshHjA/s1600-h/Bernese_Mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313307770720310146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbypRDAbU4I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/JJqCZzshHjA/s320/Bernese_Mountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bernese Mountain Dogs are gentle, cheerful, intelligent and are natural watchdogs but nor overly dominant. They are also fairly friendly with strangers and like most big dogs, needs to be socialized since a puppy. They are also easy to train although slow to mature... being puppy-like for quite some time. However, they are a loyal dog, self-confident, alert and good-natured. Those who have an apartment are not advisable to have this dog as they are inactive indoors and they need a lot of exercises.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/bernesemountain.htm"&gt;For More Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a id="BorderCollie"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbypQoM_cVI/AAAAAAAAAjI/i3sdHnFTLVo/s1600-h/border_collie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313307763525251410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbypQoM_cVI/AAAAAAAAAjI/i3sdHnFTLVo/s320/border_collie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Border Collies are a gift from heaven for those who wants to achieve high ranking in sports as they are agile and very intelligent. These dogs should not be kept by those who does not plan to spend a lot of time with them as their intelligence will be wasted and they'll be destructive in the house. This shows that this dogs are very intelligent and needs ample exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/bordercollie.htm"&gt;For More Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a id="CaneCorso"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbypQjXJhsI/AAAAAAAAAjA/755YVul7oKw/s1600-h/cane_corso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313307762225678018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbypQjXJhsI/AAAAAAAAAjA/755YVul7oKw/s320/cane_corso.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Very loyal, willing to please and quiet around the house. The Cane Corso is highly intelligent and very trainable. Active and even-minded, he is an unequalled watch and protection dog. The Cane Corso Italiano is great with children in the family. Docile and affectionate with the owner. They are protective yet gentle. The Cane Corso has a very stable temperament. It makes an excellent guard dog and watchdog. It will not wonder from the home. They stick close to their masters. If necessary he becomes a terrible and brave protector of people, house and property. The Cane Corso is not a fighting dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/canecorsoitaliano.htm"&gt;For More Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a id="Dachshund"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbypCSHgEYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/wrTIu8ycDaU/s1600-h/dachshund.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313307517078475138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbypCSHgEYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/wrTIu8ycDaU/s320/dachshund.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lively and affectionate; proud, bold, and clownish. Curious and clever, can appear to be mischievous. They should not be over fed, for this breed tends to gain weight quickly. Devoted to his family, some fanciers feel the long-haired variety is calmer than the other two types, with the wire-haired variety being more outgoing and clown-like. All are slightly difficult to train. Can be difficult to housebreak. Dachshunds are good dogs to travel with. This little dog needs an owner who understands how to be his pack leader or he will take over the house, attempting to train the owner rather than allow the opposite. If the dog is allowed to take over, many behavior problems will arise, such as, but not limited to, guarding furniture, separation anxiety, food, toys or other objects, snapping, biting, and obsessive barking. They will become unpredictable with children and adults they do not know. If it gets really bad, they may become unpredictable with their owners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.dogbreedinfo.com/dachshund.htm"&gt;For More Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt; &lt;a id="Doberman"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbypCG-AGLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/zw3USkSxEcc/s1600-h/doberman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313307514085841074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbypCG-AGLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/zw3USkSxEcc/s320/doberman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Doberman Pinscher is intense and energetic with tremendous strength and stamina. Versatile, highly intelligent and very easy to train. Determined, fearless and assertive, but not vicious. Noble, loyal and affectionate with the family. It likes to be physically close to the family members. Devoted and watchful, this is a very people oriented breed. The Doberman needs an owner who is willing and able to display a natural authority over the dog. Humans need to discipline the dog without being afraid of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/doberman.htm"&gt;For More Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt; &lt;a id="FilaBrasileiro"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbypB4cL3tI/AAAAAAAAAio/8tw-_22yysQ/s1600-h/fila_brasileiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313307510185909970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbypB4cL3tI/AAAAAAAAAio/8tw-_22yysQ/s320/fila_brasileiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Fila Brasileiro is a courageous, powerful Mastiff. It is amenable with its human family, making a very loyal loving companion. Extremely dedicated to his owner. A Fila will protect you without a moments hesitation. He feels that is why he is there. Once you bond with your Fila you and your family will become his whole world. You do not teach your Fila to protect you, as he does this on his own. It is the breeds nature to be loyal and protective of his family. They love kids in their own family and take a lot of abuse from them. Ask anyone who has kids and Fila's and they will tell you how unbelievable it is how gentle they are with the children in the family. Fila's make great family pets and are gentle, loving, loyal and very protective. They will also bond with other pets in your home. Outstanding courage, determination, and bravery are part of his characteristics. He is docile and obedient to his owners and family and extremely tolerant with children in his own family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.dogbreedinfo.com/filabrasileiro.htm"&gt;For More Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt; &lt;a id="GermanShepherd"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbypBliXK_I/AAAAAAAAAig/PwX_26Bn9eM/s1600-h/German_Shepherd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313307505111542770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbypBliXK_I/AAAAAAAAAig/PwX_26Bn9eM/s320/German_Shepherd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;German Shepherds are direct and fearless, and alert. Bold, cheerful, obedient and eager to learn. Known for their tremendous loyalty and courage. Calmly confident, but not hostile. Serious and highly intelligent. They have a high learning ability. German Shepherds love to be close to their families, but can be wary of strangers. This breed needs his people and should not be left isolated for long periods of time. They only bark when they feel it is necessary. German Shepherds have a very strong protective instinct, so they should be extensively socialized. Aggression and attacks on people are due to poor handling and training. Problems arise when an owner allows the dog to believe he is pack leader over humans and or does not give the dog the mental and physical daily exercise he needs to be stable. This breed needs owners who are naturally authoritative over the dog in a calm, but firm, confident and consistent way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/germanshepherd.htm"&gt;For More Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="GreatDane"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbypBA-hKPI/AAAAAAAAAiY/DrSF6neNbdE/s1600-h/Great_Dane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313307495297526002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbypBA-hKPI/AAAAAAAAAiY/DrSF6neNbdE/s320/Great_Dane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Great Dane is a gentle giant. Dignified, kind, sweet and affectionate, it is playful and patient with children. It loves everyone and needs to be around people. The Great Dane does not bark much and only becomes aggressive when the circumstances require it. A steady dog, responsible and dependable. Brave and loyal, it is a good watchdog. Because of his giant size, the Great Dane should be thoroughly obedience trained when young so it will be manageable when fully grown. Teach this giant dog not to lean against people, especially children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/greatdane.htm"&gt;For More Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="Greyhound"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbyoxNZfYpI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Gaf4opJVemM/s1600-h/greyhound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313307223753974418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbyoxNZfYpI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Gaf4opJVemM/s320/greyhound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sensitive, sweet and elegant. Brave and loyal. With meek owneres it can become willful. The Greyhound is very intelligent, but its character is often undervalued because of its reserved behavior toward its master and toward strangers. Socialize them at an early age to prevent timidity. As a rule, they are gentle and even-tempered - both racing lines and show lines. Most Greyhounds have a definite prey instinct. It is instinctive for these dogs to chase anything that moves quickly. They are extremely fast and some will kill cats and other domestic animals, although this is not the majority (only about 20% of ex-racers are too "keen" on chasing prey to ever be safe with small animals). About 10% are immediately okay due to low prey instinct, and the rest can be trained to leave cats and other small pets in the home alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/greyhound.htm"&gt;For More Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="OldEnglishSheepdog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbyoxNSk2jI/AAAAAAAAAiI/BYKU8fhx0EU/s1600-h/Old_English_Sheepdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313307223724972594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbyoxNSk2jI/AAAAAAAAAiI/BYKU8fhx0EU/s320/Old_English_Sheepdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The Old English Sheepdog is a gentle, loving and lovable teddy bear. Even-tempered and adaptable. They are friendly, intelligent, faithful and protective. It loves children and is very much part of the family. It has a strong herding instinct and may try to herd the family, especially the small children, by bumping, not nipping, but is otherwise excellent with them. They need to be taught not to herd humans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/oldenglishsheepdog.htm"&gt;For More Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="Pomeranian"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbyoxDrqvmI/AAAAAAAAAiA/3BQOgSpjJnQ/s1600-h/pomeranian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313307221145861730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbyoxDrqvmI/AAAAAAAAAiA/3BQOgSpjJnQ/s320/pomeranian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sbyow05ZNEI/AAAAAAAAAh4/08wcblI6XmY/s1600-h/pomeranian_baby.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313307217176900674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sbyow05ZNEI/AAAAAAAAAh4/08wcblI6XmY/s320/pomeranian_baby.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Pomeranian is a lively little dog. Intelligent, eager to learn, very loyal to its handler and family. The Pom is a wonderful companion dog and show ring contender. The breed's docile temper and affectionate nature endear it to many. They are alert, curious and busy: one of the most independent of the Toy breeds. Its vivacity and spirit make it well-liked by persons who do not usually care for toy dogs. They may be picky eaters. If it is properly introduced they usually get along with other dogs and household animals without any problems. Poms make good little watch dogs. Teach this dog early that it may bark a couple of times when the doorbell rings or when there are visitors, but then to keep quiet. Be very consistent about this. Poms have a delightful nature and do not cling to their handlers. Proud and happy, they are good at learning tricks, but need a firm hand. The Pomeranian must know the owner is the boss, or he will not listen. This breed may become too demanding if the owner allows it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/pomeranian.htm"&gt;For More Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="Rottweiler"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sbyow6pdyUI/AAAAAAAAAhw/d2xWR7PPWkA/s1600-h/Rottweiler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313307218720704834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sbyow6pdyUI/AAAAAAAAAhw/d2xWR7PPWkA/s320/Rottweiler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbyoT0gS8tI/AAAAAAAAAho/4JEVVOPtkhE/s1600-h/Rottweiler_pup.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313306718855426770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbyoT0gS8tI/AAAAAAAAAho/4JEVVOPtkhE/s320/Rottweiler_pup.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rottie is calm, trainable, courageous, and devoted to their owner and family. They have a reliable temperament. Protective, he will defend his family fiercely. These are strong fighters that seem immune to pain. Serious, steady and confident. Firm and careful training is essential for this breed, otherwise you may end up with a very powerful and overly aggressive dog. Yet they can, with proper handling, also be loyal, loving and very rewarding companions. They require owners who can handle their massive size. The Rottie is a natural guard dog with a mellow temperament. They are highly intelligent and have proven their worth beyond question in police, military, and customs work over many centuries. Because of their size, training should begin fairly young - while the dog is still small. This breed needs a lot of leadership, companionship and socialization to be truly happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/rottweiler.htm"&gt;For More Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="Schipperke"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbyoTxAPy_I/AAAAAAAAAhg/8FI5GguXP3g/s1600-h/Schipperke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313306717915696114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbyoTxAPy_I/AAAAAAAAAhg/8FI5GguXP3g/s320/Schipperke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Schipperke are quick, energetic little dogs. High-spirited, alert, and self-confident. Very devoted and loyal, especially with children. It really bonds to its master. Pet cats will be happily accepted and they are usually good with other dogs. They are very smart, curious and mischievous. These dogs do exceptionally well on boats. Among the Schipperke's best qualities are the ability to defend its home against intruders - backing down from nobody, and being an excellent friend to children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/schipperke.htm"&gt;For More Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="ShibaInu"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbyoT0ZSbyI/AAAAAAAAAhY/MmkfovvgVIU/s1600-h/Shiba_Inu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313306718826032930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbyoT0ZSbyI/AAAAAAAAAhY/MmkfovvgVIU/s320/Shiba_Inu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Shiba is an alert, lively and bold dog. Loving, kind, trainable, brave and clean. Confident, fearless and courageous. The Shiba is agile, fast and playful. Charming and open. They bark little and bond closely with their handler. It may be a bit reserved with strangers but children do not usually cause any problems, for Shiba's make good companions for them. Socialize this breed well as a puppy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.dogbreedinfo.com/shiba.htm"&gt;For More Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="SiberianHusky"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbyoT4XYWZI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/EoSfeXZIb60/s1600-h/Siberian_Husky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313306719891773842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbyoT4XYWZI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/EoSfeXZIb60/s320/Siberian_Husky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;These dogs are gentle and playful and very fond of his or her family. A puppy at heart, they are clever, sociable and loving, easy-going and docile. Though they do generally have a lot of energy, especially as puppies. Good with children and friendly with strangers, they are not watchdogs, for they bark little and love everyone. Huskies are very intelligent and trainable, but they have a mind of their own and will only obey a command if they see the point and if you do not display leadership, they will not see the point in obeying you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.dogbreedinfo.com/siberianhusky.htm"&gt;For More Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="St.Bernard"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbyoTi2763I/AAAAAAAAAhI/4nM9N0t40aA/s1600-h/St_Bernard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313306714118548338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbyoTi2763I/AAAAAAAAAhI/4nM9N0t40aA/s320/St_Bernard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saint Bernards are extremely gentle and friendly and very tolerant of children. Slow moving, patient, and obedient. Extremely loyal, this breed wants to please. Since this dog is so giant, be sure socialize &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it very well at a young age with other people. It is highly intelligent and easy to train, however training should begin early, while the dog is still a manageable size.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/saintbernard.htm"&gt;For More Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.. There's nothing better than to have a dog to accompany me now~~~ Too bad my housing area is not really keen at the idea. &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-7679258322726304815?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/7679258322726304815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=7679258322726304815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7679258322726304815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/7679258322726304815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/03/ohmigoshtheyarejustsoawesome.html' title='OhMiGoshTheyAreJustSoAwesome!!!'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbypRDAbU4I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/JJqCZzshHjA/s72-c/Bernese_Mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-8922917656815119954</id><published>2009-03-19T14:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:51:33.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Let's Go For Holiday~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LET'S GO FOR A HOLIDAY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's go Lang Tengah for holiday!!! Who's interested?!?!?! Let's go!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Venue : Lang Tengah (somewhere near Redang)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Date : 12 May 2009 (subject to change)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Price : RM 359&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Package Includes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Return speed boat transfer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ 2 nights accomodation (air-cond room with attached bedroom)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ 2 b'fast, 2 lunch, 2 tea-break, 2 dinner (1BBQ)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Free flow of beverage from 7 a.m. - 7 p.m. (exclude alcohol &amp;amp; carbonated drink)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Snorkelling trip (Lang Tengah + Redang Marine Park + House Reef)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ 1 guided jungle trekking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoever interested please contact me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:limphuisan@live.com"&gt;My e-mail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To have a look at the place:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redanglangresort.com.my/intro.asp"&gt;RedangLangResort&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.S.A.P. 2 weeks from now!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-8922917656815119954?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8922917656815119954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=8922917656815119954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/8922917656815119954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/8922917656815119954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-go-for-holiday.html' title='Let&apos;s Go For Holiday~~~'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-4845886061199038047</id><published>2009-03-15T10:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:02:00.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='views'/><title type='text'>Maths &amp; Science in English</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a rage last week due to this issue - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Use Bahasa Malaysia to teach Science and Maths again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teaching Science &amp;amp; Maths in Bahasa Malaysia in English was implemented &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, when I first enter Form 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Which means that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I studied Science &amp;amp; Maths in Bahasa Malaysia in my primary years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Although, I don't really like the idea of suddenly changing our Science &amp;amp; Maths into English... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had to cope up with it and as humans adapt to changes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Science &amp;amp; Maths in English are enjoyable now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, since the last 7 years, there are so many people protesting against the use of English as a medium of teaching Science &amp;amp; Maths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The most popular reason is that students can't keep up with with their studies. Most of them are those from rural areas. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is that because of their lack of trying to learn the language?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They can take up English language and try to learn the language instead of just protesting against the use of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have friends.. mainly Chinese. Their English are not that super fluent since their mother tongue is mandarin,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; but I've never heard them complain about the use of English in Science &amp;amp; Maths.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Plus, some of them are more fluent in Bahasa Malaysia compared to English. In fact, some of them manage to score really high marks. They even came to ask me to teach them to improve in their English(not bragging about me here). &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That proves that they are willing to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you all want to protest to return Bahasa Malaysia as a medium of teaching Science &amp;amp; Maths, then they can also say that they want Mandarin as a medium of teaching Science &amp;amp; Maths.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But they did not, because they are pretty sure that the Government won't allow it and that Science &amp;amp; Maths in English is not a bad thing. As long as you have the will to learn it, you'll realise that it's not living hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The young generations nowadays starts their Science &amp;amp; Maths in English(standard 1) and slowly progress without ever learning it in Bahasa Malaysia before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compared to us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that suddenly have to switch from 6 years of learning it in Bahasa Malaysia and suddenly to English, I think they are having an easier time to cope with it. Honestly, you all just need to spare a little bit more time to learn English. Me, being a Chinese and unable to speak Mandarin.. Also only truly learnt the language when I first came to UTAR(Watch loads and loads of Taiwanese drama). Although I didn't really learn the writings. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, I'm sure that Bahasa Malaysia and English have a lot more in common compared to English and Chinese characters???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Definitely...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Undeniably, Bahasa Malaysia is the National Language of Malaysia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but it's high time to learn that English is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; International language.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It truly won't hurt to learn another language instead of just sticking to one language. I hope our&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Yang Berhormat Dato' Seri Hishammuddin bin Tun Hussein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will stand strong in his principles and not waver. Because, I can be sure that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bahasa Malaysia is implemented as a medium in teaching Science &amp;amp; Maths again, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the childrens will be having a far more difficult time when they enter college and university&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it is a known fact that higher studies uses English in the Science &amp;amp; Maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; --- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alan Cohen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alice Walker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-4845886061199038047?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4845886061199038047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=4845886061199038047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4845886061199038047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4845886061199038047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-science-in-english.html' title='Maths &amp; Science in English'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-4239666470952316163</id><published>2009-03-15T09:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:10:06.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Tag!!! Argh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tagged.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AGAIN!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ARGH!!! Maybe I should make it a point not to visit blogs. Hahax.. But, I believe in Karma. Firstly, I would like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONGRATULATE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sunny for resurrecting his blog after not updating it for a longgggggg time. But, my idea of him resurrecting his blog is not by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAGGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; others.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ESPECIALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me!!! Lol.. I've just done a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;100 questions tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://viviancwm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vivian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last week. That's why I'm kind of scared of being tagged already. But, it's ok lar Sunny. I'm not angry. Just feel like&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; strangling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you on Monday. ^^.. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.E.A.C.E.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Huahuahua~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tagged By: &lt;a href="http://sunnyboiboi.blogspot.com/"&gt;SUNNY OOI JIAN ZHEN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. YOUR REAL NAME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Lim Phui San&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(first 3 letters of real name plus izzle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrizzle??? Gosh.. Does this sounds like a Gangsta name??? Sounds more like a snack's name!!! ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. YOUR SPY NAME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(favorite colour and favourite animal). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Wolf/Dolphin/Dog/Horse. LOL!!! Aw.. I can't decide with my favourite animals. There's too many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(your middle name and street you live on/or neighborhood if it's a number). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phui San Batu Muda.. ==".. Mali Mali.. Sini jual banyak barang orh.. That's how I sound like. Some kampung Ah Moi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(the first 3 letters of your last name, and first 2 letters of your first name).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LimCH.. OMG!!! That's my dad's intials. Cool.. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;6. YOUR SUPERHERO/CRIMINAL NAME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(your 2nd favorite colour, and favourite drink).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BlackLemon~ Actually, I have a lot of favourite drinks. But, I prefer most of my drinks be accompanied with a lemon. Hee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;7. YOUR IRAQI NAME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, 1st letter of your last name, 2nd letter of your moms maiden name, and 3rd letter of your dads): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmlim.. This is getting ridiculous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;8. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(parents middle names). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jok Yeng Choong Hwa.. &gt;&lt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;9 . YOUR GOTH NAME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(black, and the name of one of your pets).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Chumi.. You call this gothic? Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 . YOUR HOOD NAME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(first 3 of your first name, and add -iqua):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chriqua.. ==.. Glad that this is the last question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***NOTE: I'm still retaining my real name. Thank you all. LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm a nice citizen, I'm not taggin anyone. Who wants to do it, feel free to do so. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-4239666470952316163?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4239666470952316163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=4239666470952316163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4239666470952316163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4239666470952316163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/03/tag-argh.html' title='Tag!!! Argh!!!'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-4968942642626631339</id><published>2009-03-08T11:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:45:55.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Foxtrot~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbTx6MpZRXI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mjppAScWvE8/s1600-h/DSC03149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311135842706212210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbTx6MpZRXI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mjppAScWvE8/s320/DSC03149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The atmosphere of Station One. Nice???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeay~~~ Dancing classes has started back!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yesterday was our first class and sadly, there's not many people attending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4 girls&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, it's so much fun all the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's never dull dancing wif Ken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know why??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We can do the wrong moves and still look nice in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sir and miss will figure out why is that so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then, we'll start laughing our heads off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, foxtrot is not an easy dance because it's a sleezy and slow and romantic dance which I and Ken can never dance properly. Haha.. we still fare better in Jive~~~ Me being the stick and him being the wood.. Decided to be more &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"fat hau"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to look nicer in the dance. Haha.. And suprisingly, it kind of worked!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahaha.. It was 7p.m. by the time we leave the place. While waiting for my mum to come, Ken accompanied me to try out the newly open &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Station 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The name of the restaurant is not really cool, but the atmosphere is really nice. And the food there is not bad. It's a western based restaurant. We tried the snack &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Four Colour Roll"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's nice!!! It's just fishcake and crab with some vegetables and mayonaise. Then, Ken ordered&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Iced Longan Milk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I just needed some Honey and thus, I ordered a glass of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Iced honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Ken's drink is so nice!!! T.T.. Regretted not ordering it. I thought Longan and Milk is not a good combination but it turned out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And Ken seizes every opportunity to tease me. Should've just grabbed the drink from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311135835270867106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbTx5w8q6KI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/mKXVzCMmzBU/s320/DSC03145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Four Colour Roll~&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311135824691935442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbTx5JidONI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ZuCphWYlGKY/s320/DSC03141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Iced Longan Milk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311135782541757266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbTx2shEi1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/vswzJ8F-UNE/s320/DSC03140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Iced Honey&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311135831527904402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbTx5jAR1JI/AAAAAAAAAgI/d2uXWCMIki0/s320/DSC03142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ken with his drink. There's actually another picture with him posing with the food. But, he's not sporting enough and deleted the picture. Boo!!! Shame on you KEN!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-4968942642626631339?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4968942642626631339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=4968942642626631339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4968942642626631339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4968942642626631339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/03/foxtrot.html' title='Foxtrot~'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbTx6MpZRXI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mjppAScWvE8/s72-c/DSC03149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-4060940113304244546</id><published>2009-03-08T11:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:26:56.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I'm such a catch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've come across a few people who thinks so highly of themselves. Yah, I know the greatest love of all is loving yourself, but I don't think it's until the extent of boasting about your riches or your greatness. And the most frustrating part is, you boast about yourself in such a humble way that it makes it all the worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For example:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boasting of riches&lt;/u&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sadly, my dad had to sell away one of my cars because I don't think my house garage can fit another extra car since he's going to get a brand new Nissan Skyline to add in to our collection of 10 cars. Bye Bye my lovely Subaru Impreza.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boasting of ownself&lt;/u&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I find that so many people are adding me in Facebook. Gosh, I shouldn't have put that picture of me in it. But, I know that they are not real friends, so.. I have to other choice than to reject them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!!! I'm so good at boasting. Lol.. It's a wonder I don't put them to good use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I've not been into Friendster lately. But, my brother is still visiting it and I notice something amusing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's been a few girls putting up in shoutout saying &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Please don't say thanks for the add when I didn't add u.. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my bro will exchange glances &gt;&gt; =.="..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh.. It's honestly.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VANITY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Must they be so sensitive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only draw one conclusion... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EGO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4148854238655661832-4060940113304244546?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/4060940113304244546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=4060940113304244546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4060940113304244546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/4060940113304244546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-such-catch.html' title='I&apos;m such a catch!'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-3884406753804762572</id><published>2009-03-08T06:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:25:58.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Taggy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tagged by: &lt;a href="http://viviancwm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vivian &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;100 questions, here we go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tag 10 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've tagged : I spare everyone. But you can do if you feel like wanting to do something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;01. What have you been doing recently? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Studying, eating, sleeping, dancing~~~ Lol.. everything is what everyone does. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;02. Do you ever turn your cell phone off? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes. I believe that the cell phone needs to rest to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;03. What had happened at 10.00 am today? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just came back from Imbi market. Gosh.. I really don't like the chicken section. You can hear all those still living chickens sqawking and clucking away before the woman put them in real boiling hot water. Gosh!!! I shall consider becoming veggie since I can't eat much nowadays. &gt;&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;04. When did you last cry?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm.. I think somewhere around last week. Was reading a Walk To Remember. But At First Sight made me cry even harder although I tried really hard to supress it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;05. Believe in fate/destiny? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yah. Things happen making me believe in it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;06. What do you want in your life right now? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Complete my studies excellently. And also getting a new phone and a license. XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;07. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains,or just put up your hood? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm.. I prefer playing with the rain. I seldom use an umbrella even if I have one with me. XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;08.What's your favourite thing to have on your bed? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't have one. I sleep on mattress on the floor. Haha.. That's my own home made bed and I love my MooMoo cow pillow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;09. What bottom are you wearing now? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol.. Teddy shorts &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. What's the nicest text in your inbox say? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm.. I lost my phone and I seldom save mesages. The only message I have is the one sent by Rosilina which is quite sweet - "Friendship &amp;amp; Medicine, both are good for health. They care for us when we are not well, but the only difference is that friendship has no expiry date.. tc.. miss u" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol.. I think so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm.. can't remember. So long didn't watch lovie in cinemas ady. &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. What are you proud of? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm.. My man-ness? Haha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. What does the oldest message in your inbox says?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Same as the above. *refer to the above* LOL! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some old English song. Can't remember title. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teng (by Shal), Stick (by Makky &amp;amp; Vivian), Nana (by Ken).. Zzzz &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. What does you last received text message say? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it was from Ken - "Message me when they come". You see, he was late for dancing class because he was DOTA-ing. Zzzz &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. Are you currently happy? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not sad. So.. should be happy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Who gives you best advice? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunny, Darling, Ken, Chee Kien, parents, Shal &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erh.. No. &gt;&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. Who did you talk on phone last night? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Darling. It was a short one since I just woke up and he didn't want to disturb me sleeping. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24.Is anyone bugging you right now? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't think so... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25.What/ Who was the last thing/ person to make you laugh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elephant Ken~~~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope.. don't have one. Anyone wanna give me? LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28.Have you ever had your heartbroken? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sure.. But it's mended. XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People who boasts endlessly... == &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No gua.. Are actors included? XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NO lorrrrrr &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. What is the colour of your room? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yellow walls and white ceiling &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33.Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Owh wow.. sounds appealing. But, I'm not certain about it until the opportunity presents itself &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying of: talk is cheap? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Huh? Got such saying wan meh???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol.. dancing that time called hug or not ar? Lol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm.. nope. XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;38. Do you have a life? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Duh.. of course &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;39. Have you ever think someone died,when they really didn't die????? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, don't think so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm.. where? MSN??? For fun only lor &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sighs* If only I could remember my dreams and have more frequent dreams &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;42. Last time you smiled? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A while ago. Chatting wif people and they said something cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;43. Have you changed this year? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;44. What are you listening right now? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Radio. 988. Haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you're doing this? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope.. Everyone in my household is busy. Plus my bro is not around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes opened or closed? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha.. Can teach me walk with my eyes closed please? It's so cool.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't be like the person you despise &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;48. Do you want someone you cannot have? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yah I guess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guitar. So long didn't touch it already. &gt;&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50. What was the worst idea you've had in this week? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm.. All my ideas are good. Haha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;51. What are you doing last night at 11 pm? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleeping. It's really a tiring day after the dance yesterday.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Should be. ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;53. What song best describe your love life? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm.. Can't think of one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;54. Does the person know that you like him/her? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My bf? Lol.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;55. Who always make you laugh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;College mates and my friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than English? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Malay, Cantonese, Mandarin, very little BM, very little japanese and very little Hokkien. Ahaha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;57. Favourite website(s)? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blogs and &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;http://www.google.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;58. What's your middle name? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phui San? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assignments I think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;60. What do you think you are like? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ask my friends. They are better judge. XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I die alone~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imbi Market &amp;amp; Sentul Market&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RO, DOTA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those whom I've not seen for a while&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;65. If you have to choose between friend and love,who will you choose?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm.. Don't want both. XD.. Because whoever I choose, I'm gonna hurt either one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tagging &amp;amp; chatting. And Viwawa is such a pain. Connection really bad. Improve la plzzz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;67. Which primary school are you from? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SRK Convent Sentul (2)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;68. Name 3 colours that you like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blue, Black, White&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;69. What emotion you like to show? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blur~~~ Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;70. What is your life to you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;71. If you have something troubling you,what will you do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Solve it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;72 Who did you last chat in msn today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm stil chatting. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;73. Who do you admire most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obama?? LOL.. No idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;74. Which month are you born in? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last month of the year - December&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neutral and slight happiness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;76. What time now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1402&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;77. What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vivian.. Blur.. stressed up. Someone yo would want to take care of. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;78. What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me ori okayyyy? How dare you look down on my hair? Lol..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because Vian says she'll be emo if I don't do. And I don't wanna add to her emo-ness. &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep quiet and look cross&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;81. At which age you wish to get married? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't really know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;82. Who is more important to you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's supposed to be a comparison.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;83. If today is the last day of your life,what will you do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spend time with everyone I know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm.. Darling I think??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yah.. I've been seeing one quite often. Although not always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;86. If you have a dream come true,what would it be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Live a really really happy life? And be in fairytale. Haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;87. What is your goal for this year? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get good results for my foundations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;88. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yah.. I think so..?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;89. What feeling do you love most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Completing my responsibilities well. And being appreciated. And also loved. I guess that's how everyone loves ryte?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;90. Do you really think it's global warming now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yah.. Totally. I hope everyone will be more conscious about our environment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;91. What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being used. Not appreciated. And hated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yah.. I try my best to cherish all my friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;93. Do you believe in God?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think so..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;94. Who cares for you most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naturally.. my family and the one who loves me???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in you life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha.. Health, Wealth, Loyal Friend and Loving Family. LOLOL!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;96. What will you bring when you fight? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've never been in a physical fight before. But if i do.. I'll present my... GUN!! *bang bang* DIE ALL!!! ==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;97. What have you done regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few.. I'm starting to learn to not to do things that will make me regret.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;98. What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Super super sad!!! Suicidal even? But, who says I can't continue caring for others? ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;99. What if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye Bye le... KILLER INSTINCT takes over. Hehx.. Careful...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;100. How do you feel now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally!! I'm done with this tag. OMIGOSH!! WHO ON EARTH CREATED THIS THING???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-3884406753804762572?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/3884406753804762572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=3884406753804762572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3884406753804762572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/3884406753804762572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/03/taggy.html' title='Taggy~'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-8989256240062277297</id><published>2009-03-08T06:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:01:33.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Beginning and The Last~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hooray~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First week of my semester is over!!! And Monday is a public holiday. It's a joy having holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EXCEPT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I'll need to stay back late until 6.00 p.m. on one of the day this coming week to replace the class I'm going to miss on Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND ALSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I lost my phone on my first day of the semester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The thing is.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe that the person will not even spare a Nokia 3310 for God's sake!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;At least if I say that the phone is Nokia N95 or Sony Ericsson W910i also I can understand a bit lar. But... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS NOKIA 3310!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Let me keep it to protect myself from dogs please!!! Haha.. This phone is famous for throwing at dogs. The dog will faint but the phone will still survive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyway, when I lost this phone, I realised that I've been taking this phone for granted. I think the saying &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"You'll never know the value of something until you lose it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; couldn't be any more true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Anyway, I can only blame my own callousness for the missing of my phone. T.T.. I accidently left it on the computer lab table and went out. When I finally realise that I left it in the computer lab, I went back and find for it. But, it's already gone... in a mere 20~30 minutes. Gosh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I can only say goodbye to my love and hope that you'll not be tortured by the new damned owner of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310627861921106658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbMj50wZiuI/AAAAAAAAAfw/8jMvVcJ9bg4/s320/nokia_3310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is mine!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310627859355171282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbMj5rMoedI/AAAAAAAAAfo/85--RLT7XsY/s320/no3310_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poses by fellow Nokia 3310~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyway, shortly after my phone went missing, Kenneth came with a Nokia 3310. Same colour with mine somemore. Haha!!! I started pestering him to give me back my phone. It appears that his old phone got soaked in water when he was playing volleyball. So, he had to use of the old phones available in his house. He's nice enough to offer me one of his old phones to use. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Kenneth!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But like him, my house also has a few old phones. Which means that, I'm not getting a new phone.. yet~~ Hehe... I thought of getting a new phone when I get a job. And with my salary, I'm going to get a new phone. Whee~~~ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Provided&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if my dad is going to pay for my license. Planning to get license also~~~ Haha...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, this is going to be the last semester for me in Foundation In Science in UTAR. And after that, I'm going to go for my degree. Gosh.. Time flies. The subjects I'm taking this semester is relatively lesser than last 2 semesters which are: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. English for Communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Web Page Design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Management Studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The assignments are piling up like.. GOSH!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Since there's only 7 weeks this semester, assignments are given to us relatively early. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 BIG ASSIGNMENTS to be done in 5 weeks!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; How nice can my life get??? ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've got to do a drama for my English for communications. I kind of look forward to this assignment. Basically, we've come up with the synopsis. My members are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Thiyagoo (main actor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2.Yoke Ha (Daughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Nevin (Mentally challenged son. Haha..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. San Len (Narrator and odd jobs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm glad that my team members are co-operating and even &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thiyagoo is volunteering to write the script&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe.. I hope everything turns out good~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then, there's Management Studies. Where we have to find a leader and do some research about him. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kudos to Yoke Ha who found a leader for us to do research on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My lovely members are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Yoke Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Tan Seng Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. Francis Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. Chew Kok Fai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And the last assignment is Web Page Design. We have to create a Web Page with our own business. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My team members decided to do Spa. And we also came up with out own URL already&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Not bad.. Many things have been decided for the first week. And it's a change that I'm not the one coming up with ideas. Ekekekeke... My stunning members: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Yoke Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Shulakshna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Ellana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything is going to be a rush this semester. On the plus side, we'll be finishing semester 3 soon. Whoo~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-8989256240062277297?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/8989256240062277297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=8989256240062277297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/8989256240062277297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/8989256240062277297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/03/beginning-and-last.html' title='Beginning and The Last~'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SbMj50wZiuI/AAAAAAAAAfw/8jMvVcJ9bg4/s72-c/nokia_3310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-5677804513533001769</id><published>2009-03-01T09:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:35:31.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='views'/><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sanjmp9QeYI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zybT3DRfSC8/s1600-h/Beyonce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308023889070160258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sanjmp9QeYI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zybT3DRfSC8/s320/Beyonce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every girl's dream??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Unfortunately, what the beholder beholds is often an idealised and almost impossible to achieve image. Not that it stops woman from trying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I saw this statement from The Star, Saturday 28 February 2009. Star Weekender Section. Quote your sources. Haha.. Anyway, how true is this statement? Quite true I think. There're so many people doing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Botox, plastic surgeries, liposuction, face lifts, double-eyelids, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You get my point. Especially with those barbie dolls and fairy tales that potrays all beautiful ladies. Since young we've already got the impression that beauty is so important.. Personally, it's kind of scary to go under the knives. Who knows what will happen...Don't get me wrong, as a girl... I'm also conscious about my appearance. But maybe not as drastic as going under the knives to change my monkey face. Lol.. Luckily, I'm a scrawny kid. So, I don't need to worry much. Note that I use "scrawny". So, it's not a boast. Noone would boast about ownself being scrawny. &gt;&lt;.. Anyway, I don't know why am I blogging about this. Maybe because I'm going back to college tomorrow and I'm still in holiday mood. Don't want to go. But, still have to go. Haihz.. Life is like that. Enjoy it. Haha...&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/4148854238655661832-5677804513533001769?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/5677804513533001769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=5677804513533001769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/5677804513533001769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/5677804513533001769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/Sanjmp9QeYI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zybT3DRfSC8/s72-c/Beyonce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-2109982952574095885</id><published>2009-03-01T08:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:26:30.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Linger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SanXJcj6LSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/AoCgqdSPiEM/s1600-h/Linger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308010193118440738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SanXJcj6LSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/AoCgqdSPiEM/s320/Linger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched this chinese movie last Wednesday. Movie title is&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Linger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Flying Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Chinese is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hu Die Fei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I rarely watch TV nowadays. But, since &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vic Zhou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is acting, I decided to watch it that night. Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This movie is about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yan(Li Bing Bing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who lost her boyfriend, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dong(Vic Zhou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in an accident. Dong was chasing Yan at that time to ask whether she loves him or not and unfortunately, he crashed before he got an answer. Yan was guilty and had to rely on anti-depressant pills to live until 3 years later, her doctor asks her to try and stop taking those pills. That's when she starts seeing Dong who is a ghost. Dong still lingers around in mortal world to hear Yan's answer and also to see his dad who he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; does not have a good relationship with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Honestly, I've never heard of this movie before which is released in January 2008. Omg.. I'm that outdated??? And I guess that kind of means that this movie is not so popular. Which is quite true because the review I saw about this movie is not exactly a nice one. There's people condemning about the characters, the cast, the storyline, the director who is not really a romance script writer... Well, you get the point.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Personally, I like this movie. I think this movie is one of a kind movie which is potrayed in a different way. For example, most of the romance movie nowadays is about a how a pair of strangers become couple and lives happily ever after. But, this is after that. What happens after 3 years, your dead boyfriend finds you as a ghost. And you're trying so hard to forget him. Will you still have feelings for him?&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get the message of the movie, and that's what movies are supposed to do right? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, why look so far into the character, etc... I also like the way the movie ended. It's sweet to me. Although not that satisfying... It was already midnight by the time I finish watching the movie. Which leaves me without any energy to bang the TV hungering for more. Hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As I've said before, this movie is not your typical romance movie, so some might not like it. I've come to discover that my taste is a little bit unique. Hehx.. Maybe because I don't think too much??? One man's poison is another man's meat right...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But I do have one complain about this movie.. It's that I have to agree with Ken that the cover of the movie is a bit old fashioned. Haha.. Oh, there's also credit to Li Bing Bing for singing the theme song. Only Memory a.k.a Zhi You Hui Yi. I like that song. Ghostly and sad. And this movie is so unpopular that I can't find even the song in youtube. Or the lyrics anywhere. T.T...&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/4148854238655661832-2109982952574095885?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/2109982952574095885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=2109982952574095885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2109982952574095885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/2109982952574095885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/03/linger.html' title='Linger'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SanXJcj6LSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/AoCgqdSPiEM/s72-c/Linger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-323643623921580840</id><published>2009-02-22T10:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:09:25.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='views'/><title type='text'>God's Creation??? or not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's this case of whether human is an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; evolution of ape or not. You know, Charles Darwin said that humans are evolution of ape. But some say that humans are naturally God's creation. Now, it's heatedly debated in Sunday StarMag!!! Go follow it up. Against Charles Darwin or With Charles Darwin. It's your say!!! Every Sunday yar~~~ StarMag. It's been debated since last 2 weeks. Today is the 3rd week~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148854238655661832-323643623921580840?l=memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/feeds/323643623921580840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4148854238655661832&amp;postID=323643623921580840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/323643623921580840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148854238655661832/posts/default/323643623921580840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofchristina.blogspot.com/2009/02/gods-creation-or-not.html' title='God&apos;s Creation??? or not...'/><author><name>Christina Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802768846283338942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/S1IX98p8lcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cZsSOt8vKWM/S220/Ge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148854238655661832.post-9220268459535204887</id><published>2009-02-22T09:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:00:41.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>With Natasha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SaCvomjEXqI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/gmBQeSGvjH8/s1600-h/all.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305433473119706786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BP3Kk_TnWgU/SaCvomjEXqI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/gmBQeSGvjH8/s320/all.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yah, went out with her 3 days before Valentines to Times Square. While waiting for Arthur, she suggested that we go to the Foto Studio to take our pictures. And I agreed since it's so fun. Hee~~~ I personally love the fourth picture with Hamtaro. Really cute and crazy. Haha!!! It took some effort to come out with crazy poses. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&l
