<?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-28255963</id><updated>2012-02-01T11:25:08.343+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Daily Whine'/><category term='Story Telling'/><category term='Daily'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='Music'/><category term='List'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Good Goodies'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Note'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Spookie Back In Cookie</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;img src=http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i222/may_yie/lublub/dance1lb.gif&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>293</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-1197456845737817788</id><published>2012-01-23T10:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:15:00.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(*^3^)/~☆ Happy Year of the Dragon 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXLZdJpQYG4/TxzCm1PHDHI/AAAAAAAAAoM/X_BMg17Idtk/s1600/dragoncard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXLZdJpQYG4/TxzCm1PHDHI/AAAAAAAAAoM/X_BMg17Idtk/s400/dragoncard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700645200725478514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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/28255963-1197456845737817788?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1197456845737817788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=1197456845737817788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1197456845737817788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1197456845737817788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-happy-year-of-dragon-2012.html' title='(*^3^)/~☆ Happy Year of the Dragon 2012'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXLZdJpQYG4/TxzCm1PHDHI/AAAAAAAAAoM/X_BMg17Idtk/s72-c/dragoncard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-2966251923711680651</id><published>2011-10-21T09:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T09:49:12.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Loner in a lonely place</title><content type='html'>It us about the second week or more that I am here in this place. Everything turns out ok so far (gotta have positive spirits baby!). As the weather getting warmer, my body feels more alive. I'm able to work harder and think clearer, well not entirely but great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little adventure down to search for great Chinese bakery. Surprise surprise I finally taste home. Again, not entirely the same but close, pretty close to home. Our journey ended with a sweet load of bread and diabetic pill for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a very nice and sunny day. It gets a bit boring and quiet without Zeus Zeus around. Since my body came alive, I did lot of works today. Lying on the bed now to have a little rest and going back for more actions later. Yeehaaa!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-2966251923711680651?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2966251923711680651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=2966251923711680651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2966251923711680651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2966251923711680651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/10/loner-in-lonely-place.html' title='Loner in a lonely place'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-4977195711215696586</id><published>2011-09-29T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T01:28:30.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>A few days ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some dumplings for dinner. First time and it was great :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 September 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Bebe's 4th birthday on that day. Bebe's little birthday party was supposed to be held on 23 Sept but I got the date wrong (oops! Sorry Bebe :P) Anyhow, we bought Bebe a small but cute and very delicious strawberry cake-tor lol. Bebe shared the cake with Girl Girl and Bun. They loved it very much &lt;3 I love you Bebe. 一定要健健康康、快快乐乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Pulau Ketam by train and boat. It has been a while since our last visit. I remember I threw up in the boat haha! Hmm, it was pretty boring and didn't have much to look around. A tiring and tired day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatime was opened near our house! Woot! It was my first time tasting Chatime drinks. It was alright. They are doing store open promotion where customers get a free drink from buying a drink. Of course, there are only 2 choices for the free drinks. Today was the third day we bought Chatime drinks. I love~~ strawberry pudding au-lait!!! Mmm~~ love it XD I moved my body body when I tasted pudding pudding XD yummy yummy lah. Bur of course, after 3 days, sorta bored of it a little bit :( The first night of the promotion, people actually rushed there and queued up for it. The long queue was the first time ever happened around this area, well after the morning chicken rice stall I suppose. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CduCrw-xzH0/ToNZL_9UBHI/AAAAAAAAAns/8CFKLYv8koM/s640/blogger-image-1970176078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CduCrw-xzH0/ToNZL_9UBHI/AAAAAAAAAns/8CFKLYv8koM/s640/blogger-image-1970176078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0RmJH4u1hiE/ToNZNFaSWRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/q8Wyh9epRTY/s640/blogger-image--744237723.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0RmJH4u1hiE/ToNZNFaSWRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/q8Wyh9epRTY/s640/blogger-image--744237723.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0VqQ51r1ptw/ToNZNwZkiDI/AAAAAAAAAn0/H7is1XE58Hk/s640/blogger-image-385113915.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0VqQ51r1ptw/ToNZNwZkiDI/AAAAAAAAAn0/H7is1XE58Hk/s640/blogger-image-385113915.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-khiXDMn8H_k/ToNZPWGgeYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/nLKK5FRK7Ro/s640/blogger-image-1698392644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-khiXDMn8H_k/ToNZPWGgeYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/nLKK5FRK7Ro/s640/blogger-image-1698392644.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-4977195711215696586?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4977195711215696586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=4977195711215696586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4977195711215696586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4977195711215696586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/09/update_29.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CduCrw-xzH0/ToNZL_9UBHI/AAAAAAAAAns/8CFKLYv8koM/s72-c/blogger-image-1970176078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-211248808785728391</id><published>2011-04-01T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T00:09:32.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Yeah~</title><content type='html'>Well, I am officially being employed again. Started yesterday. Didn't do much as it is going to be officially opened on 15th April. Seriously, I hope I can work this out and keep it as my first long-term job. It is some what close to my dream job: time is not fixed, no uniform or working outfits required (hurray for jeans, short shorts, and t-shirt!), no stress. Too bad I may have to leave on May. I ain't sure whether this is the right decision but I know I am gonna regret in the future if I don't do it this time. Well, hope for the best *cross fingers*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWHcXZshUl8/TZX4LJj9ocI/AAAAAAAAAng/hPQWyMvGVlU/s1600/BadParenting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWHcXZshUl8/TZX4LJj9ocI/AAAAAAAAAng/hPQWyMvGVlU/s320/BadParenting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590647382879347138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"Nom nom nom"&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/28255963-211248808785728391?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/211248808785728391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=211248808785728391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/211248808785728391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/211248808785728391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2011/04/yeah.html' title='Yeah~'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWHcXZshUl8/TZX4LJj9ocI/AAAAAAAAAng/hPQWyMvGVlU/s72-c/BadParenting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-775654702270123558</id><published>2010-07-22T23:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T01:04:39.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Inception</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/TEh2Sn4T-lI/AAAAAAAAAnE/J9ctl-Nnxcg/s1600/Inception-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/TEh2Sn4T-lI/AAAAAAAAAnE/J9ctl-Nnxcg/s320/Inception-Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496773407520586322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've found a movie that always fulfill the hunger and desire of  my  fantasy -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dreams and dreaming&lt;/span&gt;.  I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird stuff&lt;/span&gt; going all around in my head. About few years ago, I constantly had dreams going round and round in my head when I went to bed at night. It was great. I often noted them down through blog posts etc. I sometimes drew what I saw in the dream, if I still remembered them. I guess it was one of the best way for me to escape the reality for a little while. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet sweet &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;escapism &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first few minutes of the movie, I was like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;OH MY GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I couldn't believe what I saw. Isn't it what I always desire for? A dream to escape the reality. A dream for me to enjoy a glorious moment etc. Of course, it won't be real, at least for now. I hope I can live long enough to witness the moment it has become reality and cheap enough for a normal resident like me to enjoy it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the movie, I really like some of the characters in the movie. For instance, I never thought that I actually like&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leonardo DiCaprio&lt;/span&gt;. Ever since Titanic&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(sorry to say that I don't really like that movie, I fast forwarded it while I watched it for the sake's of watching a famous movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I didn't think that there was gonna be one day that I will like him. But after Shutter Island and Inception&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(well I want to watch Blood Diamond but didn't have a chance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think he is not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/TEhz8TT1keI/AAAAAAAAAmM/fCrVFPt87as/s1600/1927662_leonardodic_240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/TEhz8TT1keI/AAAAAAAAAmM/fCrVFPt87as/s320/1927662_leonardodic_240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496770825018511842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/TEhz-LBdfHI/AAAAAAAAAms/FeUSBHImkRI/s1600/Screenshot.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/TEhz-LBdfHI/AAAAAAAAAms/FeUSBHImkRI/s320/Screenshot.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496770857153690738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I was happy to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Cillian Murphy &lt;/span&gt;because I just watched Peacock the other night. He has a very nice skull lol. He did very well in Peacock. I want to watch this movie again&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/TEhz9nWo5iI/AAAAAAAAAmk/i3UPBTxQT3c/s1600/inception-onloc-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/TEhz9nWo5iI/AAAAAAAAAmk/i3UPBTxQT3c/s320/inception-onloc-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496770847578842658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/TEhz9Qow9aI/AAAAAAAAAmc/EiQzkYVldT8/s1600/Films_7-1_jpg_216219a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/TEhz9Qow9aI/AAAAAAAAAmc/EiQzkYVldT8/s320/Films_7-1_jpg_216219a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496770841480852898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/TEhz87gBszI/AAAAAAAAAmU/MnFmI22nz-Y/s1600/cScreenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/TEhz87gBszI/AAAAAAAAAmU/MnFmI22nz-Y/s320/cScreenshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496770835807056690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I am very attracted to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joseph Gordon-Levitt&lt;/span&gt;'s character and his look in the movie.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Smart and cool with sense of humors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;~ sexy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/TEh03YHOOvI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1iCpfsv_Bnw/s1600/Stars%2BSet%2BInception%2BLos%2BAngeles%2B2%2BARaBuD87Fl3l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/TEh03YHOOvI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1iCpfsv_Bnw/s320/Stars%2BSet%2BInception%2BLos%2BAngeles%2B2%2BARaBuD87Fl3l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496771839920061170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tom Hardy&lt;/span&gt;'s character in this movie is gorgeous. The way he has a little bit of beard that is not even a beard. I like his not-so-clean-shave. It must be a bit ticklish while kissing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/TEh0377I2PI/AAAAAAAAAm8/p3alvHKH7wA/s1600/Tom-Hardy-as-Bronson-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/TEh0377I2PI/AAAAAAAAAm8/p3alvHKH7wA/s320/Tom-Hardy-as-Bronson-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496771849533053170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the movie is great. Though I heard some of the people didn't like it because they couldn't understand it, I guess. The others dislike the ending of the movie as it didn't really specify whether he had really gone back to the reality. For me, I think it is brilliant. I won't mind to watch it again. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;the concept of the story. 4 and a half stars for the movie &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src='/rg/mediasingle/title-link/images/b.gif?link=/name/nm0330687/';" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-775654702270123558?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/775654702270123558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=775654702270123558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/775654702270123558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/775654702270123558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2010/07/inception.html' title='Inception'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/TEh2Sn4T-lI/AAAAAAAAAnE/J9ctl-Nnxcg/s72-c/Inception-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-6945003055798301484</id><published>2010-07-22T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:36:11.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>True Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Dave/comicbeautyontheinside1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-6945003055798301484?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6945003055798301484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=6945003055798301484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6945003055798301484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6945003055798301484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2010/07/true-beauty.html' title='True Beauty'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-1195010050506735526</id><published>2010-04-19T13:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T14:08:48.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>Don't Forget to Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/S8vyHVfXXII/AAAAAAAAAmE/awhra3TObqE/s1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/S8vyHVfXXII/AAAAAAAAAmE/awhra3TObqE/s320/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461725180958563458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I start? Haven't updated for a while. Though haven't been updated for a while, which I normally so insist to remember things happened everday, it is fine for me now. Cause even though the life is boring, somewhat like repeating what I'm doing everyday but I'm happy and glad that I'm blessed with this peaceful normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, things happened these few days really freaking me out. All I can say is that when one wants to change his/her mind, it just happens so quickly, sometimes even without a specific reason. Honestly, she has never hurt me so much like this before. Never ever. And I am always proud of this sisterhood love. Things started to change when other stepped in. I get really stressed up. Quarrel from family is one of the worst thing to me. Ever since last incident, I found myself cannot really hold these kinda pressure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, all I do is just trying to get the family together. Seeing everyone is happy then I'm happy. I do my best to ensure that they are safe, healthy, and happy. For me, there's no other place like home, no other better thing that staying with the family that always love you and support you. I do anything, even my life, because I know it worths it. What can I say? It just happened *snap* like that. I am not sure whether it was me who care too much, or it was just other reasons. Everything is not in order now. How sad for me to see my beloved family turns to be like this. Worst part is it just happened *snap* like that, just like that. So quickly. I don't even get to know what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back in time, I used to be like that when I was her age. I'm not sure better or worse, but I sure know it really hurts the people who love you and support you. I only realize it when I grow older. I kept telling my sisters "don't do something that will regret for life. Something that when you look back, it is just scares and guilty, cause it will follow you for life, like me". I, too hurt my parent's feeling when I was younger and I am so regret and guilty, until now. So, I really hope that they can understand me, start to realize it before it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it just doesn't work anymore. Maybe I am actually just not that important, even nothing in her anymore. I just can't stop crying and crying. I broke down and cried out loud in the bathroom last night. I haven't done it for a long long while, ever since I thought myself recover from depression. I even have a feeling that just lock myself back up in the room again. Just like before. It is just hurt to bear the feelings. But what can I do? The more I do, the more I get hurt now. I myself are dealing with other important thing as well, my graduation project, my last subject in the university. I want to give up and just let her be. But I found myself just cannot do it. I well too know that I don't want her to get hurt or not being happy. But what can I do? I really need to talk to someone. But I can't seem to find anyone. I realize that I don't have much friends to talk with. My boyfriend always says that he is too tired from work, need to sleep, cannot come on to be with me or even talk to me. and I really cannot talk to my mom because i dont want her to be more stressed from this issue. so what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray and pray. i have faith in God. All I do now is just wait and keep short term memory lost to accompany me. it makes me feel better. Try not to think about the consequences. Try to lost myself for a while. At least I'm gonna be in happy wonder land :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-1195010050506735526?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1195010050506735526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=1195010050506735526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1195010050506735526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1195010050506735526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-forget-to-smile.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget to Smile'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/S8vyHVfXXII/AAAAAAAAAmE/awhra3TObqE/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-6384206134167967762</id><published>2010-04-01T17:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T00:41:56.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>Waiting to be freed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/S7R2un6D2NI/AAAAAAAAAl8/H0ixxTszPhY/s1600/free_like_a_bird_404155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/S7R2un6D2NI/AAAAAAAAAl8/H0ixxTszPhY/s320/free_like_a_bird_404155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455115592011077842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling really down lately. Thinkin' back as my childhood, my teenage-hood, and my on-going young-adult-hood, I feel sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was born with this sad trait. I can't seem to be happy, for some reasons. It seems like, a lot of clouds above me, blocking my sunshine all the time. Yes, I had some happy times, but sadly, I can't recall them most of the time, only sad thoughts coming in, yes most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another few more things add in the collection of my sad thoughts lately. One day, when someone called me "auntie" (as people will call the middle age woman),  ding! here comes another sad thought! Yes, I look at myself, I am not a young adult, not physically not mentally. Good for mentally? I don't know but it is sure bad for physically lol. I mean, hello?! What am I doing here? I'm 23, I am supposed to enjoy my life when I am young, look at all of the people who are same age as me, going party, traveling with friends and family, enjoying meals with friends, or just very simple, having a really great and happy conversation with a group of friends. But hey look at me, when do i get to enjoy the feeling of surrounding with a group of friends? I don't even go out more than 10 times in 6 months, just to hang out with friends. Never been to real parties, never have a wonder birthday celebration. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, there was once a few friends did bring in cakes for me. You know what I told her when she asked "are you happy?" I was a dumbass and told her *shrug* "Every year is like that..." She was very unhappy. Of course I only realized that later on. I wasn't being a bitch telling her I didn't appreciate it, I really did. But I wasn't happy. I was not happy at all during my teenage-hood. 20% came from my boyfriend, 20% from school, 10% from family, and 50% from myself. It was one of the worst time ever. I even thought of jumping off from my auntie's apartment and thought of what should I write in my final note for the family, or should I cut myself to death, stab through my heart would be a great idea. I was so stupid enough I sometimes put a knife next to my pillow, just to make me felt better.  Of course, sometimes I broke out and cried, and I always lied that it was because of the stress from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally graduated from high school, I was glad. I didn't like my high school life. My best friend was stolen by others and left me alone. Depressed from getting up so early in the morning and going back home so late at night. I don't like my life to be just restricted like that. Of course, I didn't dare to tell my classmates that I am sooooooooo happy to get outta there, because I still want to be part of the class, even though I know they don't really care about me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it comes to my boyfriend. What can I say about that? Well, not sure if I made the right choice. All I could say that it was very very tough time for me. I didn't know why I still wanted to be with a guy who lied to me, cheated on me many times, and discriminated me with other people online. But of course, luckily he has changed. But sometimes I still think he loves himself more than he loves me. He booked tickets for me to fly over there again. Yes, I am so glad and appreciate that. However, sometimes I think why he's so ignorant? He wants me to be there, and that's it, without really care how would I feel, whether I am happy or not, or whether my family is ok with that. I'm really stressed from being away from home, leaving many things undone over here. And I am also very sad that my parents being really sad for me to leave home. I know they feel the pressure as well, financial, family, etc. It breaks my heart to see my mom trying so hard to bring the family together. It also breaks my heart to see my dad being in his 50 and still have to work very hard everyday to support the family. They are the one who raised me up. How could I just leave just like that? I will not be enjoying my time at all when I am there with my boyfriend. So I am thinking, if he really loves me, wouldn't he want me to be happy and enjoy the time with him without any worries etc? But he never get my points, all he thinks about is just us being together and not thinking about the others. I could do that, but I won't be happy. So does it mean he just wants us to be together, even I won't be happy? Besides, I've found myself getting really tired and upset about his life-style. I really concern about his health and he just doesn't want to listen to me. So again, I question, does he love me, or just loving himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that I wonder why my remaining good friends don't feel like giving me a birthday celebration or even trying to plan surprises as they do to other friend in the group. I am not saying oh you must give me back a present because I gave you one on yours. I am just wondering, why?! Never seen them going on planning how to celebrate with me on my birthday, while we always have to plan surprises for the rest of them. This year, I only received short birthday wishes from them, which is great, cause at least people remember. I thought they might celebrate with me after, but apparently not. Again, I am so easy to be ignore, ain't I? :) But oh well, my birthday is not anything special for me anymore, after all these years. I already accept that everyday is just the same day for me. People only run into me when they need my advices, after that "prooof" gone just like that. Again, I am used to it. But honestly, sometimes when I think about it, it really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I don't feel like eating lately. It started like a week ago when I always want to throw up after a meal. The after-taste of the meal really makes me sick. Even after I have brushed my teeth. It is so disgusting. There was a few times that I almost threw up immediately after having my meal, in restaurants. I hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am thinking, when will I be freed? I am really looking forward till the time comes. It may not be there when I am six feet under, but I am still hoping for better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-6384206134167967762?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6384206134167967762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=6384206134167967762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6384206134167967762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6384206134167967762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='Waiting to be freed'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/S7R2un6D2NI/AAAAAAAAAl8/H0ixxTszPhY/s72-c/free_like_a_bird_404155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-4558870499818274814</id><published>2010-03-21T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:21:30.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Telling'/><title type='text'>Being a dick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/S6WetFxYyxI/AAAAAAAAAlo/5h_GNrMNy6s/s1600-h/18078_271590206747_637186747_3487677_2592518_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/S6WetFxYyxI/AAAAAAAAAlo/5h_GNrMNy6s/s400/18078_271590206747_637186747_3487677_2592518_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450937421482478354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-4558870499818274814?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4558870499818274814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=4558870499818274814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4558870499818274814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/1970/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Matt/EXPECTATIONS-DESTROYED.png" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Heart You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-491894505227397057?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/491894505227397057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=491894505227397057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/491894505227397057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-1419018958474123049?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1419018958474123049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=1419018958474123049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1419018958474123049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1419018958474123049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes-i-am-very-super-easily-offended.html' title='Yes, I am very super easily offended'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-2473228336714972563</id><published>2010-02-24T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:27:44.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Telling'/><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/1965/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Rob/goodateverything.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-2473228336714972563?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-4279066356014281922</id><published>2010-02-23T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:56:26.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to update really. There's things happened but I don't really feel like talking about them. Express my feeling at the moment with the following song, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Wedding Game 大喜事&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 我们的爱 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;手交给你 一生交给你&lt;br /&gt;在你眼里 看见我自己&lt;br /&gt;直到白头 谁都不会离弃&lt;br /&gt;永恒看得见 幸福在心底&lt;br /&gt;牵你的手 相伴一世纪&lt;br /&gt;我会永远 承诺保护--你&lt;br /&gt;直到我们 连波纹-都老去&lt;br /&gt;也会让你开心不哭泣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱 没有四季 每一分钟都二十五度C&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱 今天不渝 天涯海角也都会有痕迹&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱 心有默契 不管是谁会先停止呼吸&lt;br /&gt;Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;手交给你 一生交给你&lt;br /&gt;在你眼里 看见我自己&lt;br /&gt;直到白头 谁都不会离弃&lt;br /&gt;也会让你开心不哭泣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱 没有四季 每一分钟都二十五度C&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱 今天不渝 天涯海角也都会有痕迹&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱 心有默契 不管是谁会先停止呼吸&lt;br /&gt;Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我看仔细&lt;br /&gt;永远不要忘记&lt;br /&gt;所有 好心情 坏脾气 苦与乐 都珍惜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱 没有四季 每一分钟都二十五度C&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱 今天不渝 天涯海角也都会有痕迹&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱 心有默契 不管是谁会先停止呼吸&lt;br /&gt;Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;AveMaria&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/28255963-4279066356014281922?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4279066356014281922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=4279066356014281922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4279066356014281922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4279066356014281922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-9096346029699672602</id><published>2010-01-04T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:53:29.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Christmas '09 and New Year '10</title><content type='html'>The last 2 weeks were incredible! I get to meet my boyfriend again after 6 months of separation. Man, I miss him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going to pick him up from the airport, I told my friend "hey, I am pretty nervous. After all, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I haven't seen him for 6 months!" &lt;/span&gt;Indeed, I was pretty nervous, sweaty palms etc lol. Anyway, I was standing there for almost an hour before I saw him walking out from the Arrival Hall.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; My heart was pumping very fast. Yes, I miss him lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, we had out little trip to Port Dickson again, the nearest beach. Unforgettable memory lol.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Walking for a few km under the hot weather to reach to another hotel, private pool, watching National Geographic Channel &amp;amp; BBC, lots of room services, heaps of hot showers and disappointed for no buffet (still :()&lt;/span&gt;. It was awesome :) Then lots of trips to&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Cold Storage to hunt for food, Jusco for desks, rearrange the room, left over KFC, and heaps of complaining for not getting the light in my room done&lt;/span&gt; lol. Then we had our&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; romantic night at Mandarin Oriental Hotel&lt;/span&gt; that next to KLCC on 30th December 2009. Despite I was feeling unwell, I love that night so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed very fast as we were really enjoying it. 2 weeks came and left. I had to send my boyfriend back to the airport. Didn't cry this time, well at least not in front of him. Sad, but I held it back. Thinking to see him again in 6 months is rather happy yet sad. Each separation is getting harder and harder. I cannot really take it anymore. When he told me &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"well, don't leave again?"&lt;/span&gt; I burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am very tired, hoping to graduate soon. I am very very happy that I pass that difficult subject which I though I was screwed. Still have 1 more subject and 1 graduation project to go. Must have to do well in current 2 subjects! I will do my best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I am so happy Bebe is coming with me! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-9096346029699672602?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9096346029699672602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=9096346029699672602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/9096346029699672602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/9096346029699672602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-09-and-new-year-10.html' title='Christmas &apos;09 and New Year &apos;10'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-186897887866566505</id><published>2009-12-07T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:50:31.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>Strawberry chick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sx0i4WMFiAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/KKoldV3pfQw/s1600-h/1036399strawberries1byOveTpfer-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sx0i4WMFiAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/KKoldV3pfQw/s200/1036399strawberries1byOveTpfer-main_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412520678593497090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realized that I can't really handle that much problems and stress as I used to be. Unsolved problems or matters just do the merry-go-round in my head and always feel like something stuck in my heart. Pretty stressful. Guess I am getting old now, used up all the energy already *cough cough* or &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I am stepping into the "Strawberry World" &lt;/span&gt;and soon to become a citizen of the Strawberry chick (草莓妹) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should loosen up a bit. I don't really want depression to visit me again lol. A lot of stuff to do lately. Many in a day, have to be multi tasks. I really hope that I could have some spare time for myself. The short break wasn't enough to recharge myself from all the works, stress, and more stress. My day is not about my day anymore. It's fill with house chores, picking sisters from here and there, some more house chores, then now university stuff, part time. Whoa! Where is MY TIME to read and really sit down and enjoy a task-free moment? I don't even have much time to talk to my boyfriend since then. Busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this post I have to start digging for information for my assignment that I MUST finish before next Tuesday *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, part time coming this weekend. I am actually quite looking forward to it. After all, I always have been wanted to work at the front-counter to meet different customers etc. Heard that there's gonna be 3 consulors there with me in the booth that day. Pretty much existing. Hopefully I won't be too nervous and make myself a weirdo or lost my professional that day :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Back to Work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-186897887866566505?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/186897887866566505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=186897887866566505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/186897887866566505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/186897887866566505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmm.html' title='Strawberry chick'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sx0i4WMFiAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/KKoldV3pfQw/s72-c/1036399strawberries1byOveTpfer-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-2930776452379429582</id><published>2009-12-06T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:43:12.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheap = Low Quality? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I washed the dishes earlier, and look at the water cleaner we have, I realized that some people really have the "dog eyes". They are nice to the rich and bully the poor. I have deal with many people like that in my life by judging on me outlook and things I used. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what if I want to buy cheap things from the market? So what if I wear this really torn jeans and old flip flop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; They are all nice as long as they are durable and pretty to me. &lt;/span&gt;I don't care they are torn on me, so why do these people care? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branded stuff not necessary to be better than the cheap no-brand-market stuff. You are just paying more because of the advertisement you and other people around the world see over and over again&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;. So, it pretty much sounds like you are paying your $ for other people &lt;/span&gt;who buy or didn't buy the product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me some of the no-brand products are more durable for the branded product. For instance, I used to buy a "tick" brand shoe which cost me heaps but it wore out and the bottom and front rubber came off after a while. On the other hand, I got this shoe that I bought from The Warehouse in New Zealand which stated "Made in China" (which also I believe that the "tick" company also outsourced their products there), hey hey hey, I have been wearing it for 2 years and I'm still wearing it, just as I bought the first day. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Geek Girl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I watched this dancing competition the other day and the girl team did really bad in the second round because they did not like their theme "Star Wars". I was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"how could you not like it? " &lt;/span&gt;(Of course, I meant the old one). Star Wars is classic! Then "Opps!" I realized I have been turned into a sorta science fiction maniac like my boyfriend lol. He made me watched all of the old Star Wars and Star Trek series and movies, plus the other science fiction series. Wow! I'm insane! At the end, I am brain washed and yeah I started to like science fiction stories. Some of them are actually quite good ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lastly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SxvaMyMJ6dI/AAAAAAAAAkY/g-q2gwY5nOw/s1600-h/IMG_2721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SxvaMyMJ6dI/AAAAAAAAAkY/g-q2gwY5nOw/s200/IMG_2721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412159290381822418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SxvaNZ0Z-hI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3hEtiOhFqDk/s1600-h/IMG_2738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SxvaNZ0Z-hI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3hEtiOhFqDk/s200/IMG_2738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412159301019630098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;And...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up before you go go by Wham&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMCO7Ro4tRI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-2930776452379429582?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2930776452379429582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=2930776452379429582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2930776452379429582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2930776452379429582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SxvaMyMJ6dI/AAAAAAAAAkY/g-q2gwY5nOw/s72-c/IMG_2721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-3060535307413833445</id><published>2009-12-03T18:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:37:29.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>Who is to take the blame?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sxei7HOdU8I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/YcpZVK_f_Ds/s1600-h/22_angry_aggressive_dog_driving_a_car_-_roadrage.jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sxei7HOdU8I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/YcpZVK_f_Ds/s200/22_angry_aggressive_dog_driving_a_car_-_roadrage.jpg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410972613744612290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car was hit until the driver seat door could not be opened. So this girl claimed that she was not paying attention on the road and said sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the negotiation, they decided to take me to this car shop where it's her boyfriend relative car repair shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I had to take my car to this place early in the morning. Deal with the car dealer on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They said no more white colour door but dark red and green. Of course I don't want it! It wasn't my fault to got my car hit?! At the end, decided to take a more expensive white door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Had to ask my autie to pick us up from the shop and send us home, and take us back again to the shop later in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Called to talk to this repair man and he bitched at me for kept asking him to hurry hurry while it was the other man asked me to call and ask around 3 or 4 pm (I called at 3.30 pm and only called one time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He said things will be done around 6 to 7 pm but called back and said done at 4.40 pm. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Was humiliated by the repair man and blamed for coming late. Doh! Office finish time and autie had to rush from her place to our place then back to the shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Mocked me for not knowing how to drive in front of everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had enough. It wasn't my fault for this ok? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was a victim too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wasted my whole day waiting for the car to get fixed and yelled at the repair man while the lady who hit my car just had to pay without showing up etc. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So irresponsible! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, the "new" door is actually a second hand door which is worse than the one I had. Scratches here and there. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can only hope things gonna be better tomorrow!&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/28255963-3060535307413833445?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3060535307413833445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=3060535307413833445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3060535307413833445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3060535307413833445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-is-to-take-blame.html' title='Who is to take the blame?'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sxei7HOdU8I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/YcpZVK_f_Ds/s72-c/22_angry_aggressive_dog_driving_a_car_-_roadrage.jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-3711814124104734157</id><published>2009-11-30T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:33:12.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Goodies'/><title type='text'>Alice is Dead</title><content type='html'>Found a game just now called "Alice is Dead". Great scene, beautiful art, nice music. He really created a creepy scene with the aids of the song. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/511552&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-3711814124104734157?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3711814124104734157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=3711814124104734157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3711814124104734157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3711814124104734157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/11/alice-is-dead.html' title='Alice is Dead'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-5880364732376516305</id><published>2009-11-25T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:51:38.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures speak louder than words! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b261/xxgenie_in_the_bottlexx/Flash/thfloating_muffinbun_by_quirkessenc.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bun &amp;amp; Bebe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08nqmAFTI/AAAAAAAAAkA/GYlf-1vVjBc/s1600/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08nqmAFTI/AAAAAAAAAkA/GYlf-1vVjBc/s320/DSC00021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408045379688076594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08najOUsI/AAAAAAAAAj4/2MbCnhfhGa0/s1600/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08najOUsI/AAAAAAAAAj4/2MbCnhfhGa0/s320/DSC00019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408045375381459650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08nJSkjEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/eYpVujpsclE/s1600/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08nJSkjEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/eYpVujpsclE/s320/DSC00018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408045370748210242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bebe the Lion King! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08KgPaihI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/LbbAmAMO-E4/s1600/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08KgPaihI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/LbbAmAMO-E4/s320/DSC00004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408044878692780562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CIMB bank sent me an Outlaw Octo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08m8moy9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/oeeH6RhM1Oc/s1600/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08m8moy9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/oeeH6RhM1Oc/s320/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408045367342713810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL Octo sucks Bun's blood :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stuff&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw0243KxCCI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Bnj1PvqLPrg/s1600/DSC00001+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw0243KxCCI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Bnj1PvqLPrg/s320/DSC00001+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408039078051514402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08Jx_zA-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/n5UBHS298w8/s1600/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08Jx_zA-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/n5UBHS298w8/s320/DSC00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408044866279244770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hand-made Bag (I made it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw024pye6sI/AAAAAAAAAio/yJuTSqcn3P0/s1600/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw024pye6sI/AAAAAAAAAio/yJuTSqcn3P0/s320/DSC00001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408039074460003010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Book that I bought for sister. Hope that she will read it someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b261/xxgenie_in_the_bottlexx/Flash/m3.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Food&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08KMaqWXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/kJxXpKoYfmU/s1600/DSC00004+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08KMaqWXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/kJxXpKoYfmU/s320/DSC00004+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408044873371244914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;McDonald breakfast with sister on Saturday morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Penang Express Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw025cmqY4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/Wl4cRV8PKDc/s1600/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw025cmqY4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/Wl4cRV8PKDc/s320/DSC00002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408039088100631426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08LGNQ-fI/AAAAAAAAAjg/RaQSRRJCF7E/s1600/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08LGNQ-fI/AAAAAAAAAjg/RaQSRRJCF7E/s320/DSC00005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408044888884312562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08K69IFgI/AAAAAAAAAjY/1tsjptdrqxI/s1600/DSC00004+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw08K69IFgI/AAAAAAAAAjY/1tsjptdrqxI/s320/DSC00004+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408044885863831042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw023-Bjr7I/AAAAAAAAAig/709d_6e2oys/s1600/dried+curry+noodles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw023-Bjr7I/AAAAAAAAAig/709d_6e2oys/s320/dried+curry+noodles.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408039062712070066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw023msqhqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/ms600e56EK0/s1600/abc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sw023msqhqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/ms600e56EK0/s320/abc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408039056450422434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-5880364732376516305?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5880364732376516305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=5880364732376516305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5880364732376516305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5880364732376516305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/11/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b261/xxgenie_in_the_bottlexx/Flash/th_thfloating_muffinbun_by_quirkessenc.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-6568557208836255630</id><published>2009-10-21T00:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T01:10:28.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Port Dickson + Melacca</title><content type='html'>During 17th and 18th, we went to PD and Melacca for a holiday trip. Since it was a public  holiday on Saturday, all of the hotel rooms were more expensive than usual. We finally got into a hotel called Astana Sunshine Beach Resort (something like that). RM 300 for public holidays, 1 seaview department, 2 rooms and 2 toilets. Sounds pretty good. The room was big but it smelled funny and pretty old. Some of the facilities in there were broken and only 2 local channels were shown on the television =______=; No activities in the hotel as well... except for BBQ. However, an extra RM 50 had to pay for it where they would provide tools for BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3pAyui-BI/AAAAAAAAAgA/SHHCmmBfJzc/s1600-h/img_2618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3pAyui-BI/AAAAAAAAAgA/SHHCmmBfJzc/s320/img_2618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394724128485996562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3o-7Nn8ZI/AAAAAAAAAfo/PfYLvsR-jWY/s1600-h/img_2601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3o-7Nn8ZI/AAAAAAAAAfo/PfYLvsR-jWY/s320/img_2601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394724096404091282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3o-pcKbKI/AAAAAAAAAfg/BCF1vzEatF8/s1600-h/img_2597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3o-pcKbKI/AAAAAAAAAfg/BCF1vzEatF8/s320/img_2597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394724091633233058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3o_tejq0I/AAAAAAAAAfw/CQie5j3HjmY/s1600-h/img_2606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3o_tejq0I/AAAAAAAAAfw/CQie5j3HjmY/s320/img_2606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394724109896887106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3qb1imt3I/AAAAAAAAAgg/cnQcuIkFABA/s1600-h/img_2629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3qb1imt3I/AAAAAAAAAgg/cnQcuIkFABA/s320/img_2629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394725692609312626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3qa-9JvcI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/4ZpCJFAuKKo/s1600-h/img_2626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3qa-9JvcI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/4ZpCJFAuKKo/s320/img_2626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394725677956709826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3qatpgJpI/AAAAAAAAAgI/WwF14SekzzA/s1600-h/img_2622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3qatpgJpI/AAAAAAAAAgI/WwF14SekzzA/s320/img_2622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394725673310889618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3qcRhimHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/_xkz6OSGZxI/s1600-h/img_2632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3qcRhimHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/_xkz6OSGZxI/s320/img_2632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394725700121041010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3sHmLrxbI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3UgLhb4AdqA/s1600-h/img_2640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3sHmLrxbI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3UgLhb4AdqA/s320/img_2640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394727543912514994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3sIRVG0fI/AAAAAAAAAhI/srnnD6Wj-vA/s1600-h/img_2668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3sIRVG0fI/AAAAAAAAAhI/srnnD6Wj-vA/s320/img_2668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394727555494760946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the muzeum, ostrict park, and the night market in Port Dickson. I felt sorry for them as there were not many entertainment around PD. No cinemas, no proper boutiques, not even a proper stationary shop... I feel very lucky to stay in a big city :) Anyhow, I enjoyed playing in the sea with my sisters and then we played in the pool for a little while. Dinner was seafood of course. Yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3tnjfPRJI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ldhezKSjqsk/s1600-h/DSC00116+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3tnjfPRJI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ldhezKSjqsk/s320/DSC00116+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394729192456668306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3tn72ja4I/AAAAAAAAAhg/1sVcksZcJrI/s1600-h/DSC00118+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3tn72ja4I/AAAAAAAAAhg/1sVcksZcJrI/s320/DSC00118+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394729198996908930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3to-8wKVI/AAAAAAAAAho/3R8RWlxCjmw/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3to-8wKVI/AAAAAAAAAho/3R8RWlxCjmw/s320/DSC00121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394729217008085330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3tpbLX8OI/AAAAAAAAAhw/5USr13Bc16w/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3tpbLX8OI/AAAAAAAAAhw/5USr13Bc16w/s320/DSC00124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394729224585605346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3tp-hBCUI/AAAAAAAAAh4/DM0mOmsRJ-0/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3tp-hBCUI/AAAAAAAAAh4/DM0mOmsRJ-0/s320/DSC00123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394729234071619906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3t-3i4pJI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/P-ATlTmrHxU/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3t-3i4pJI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/P-ATlTmrHxU/s320/DSC00127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394729592977663122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3pAREdZgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/94Y2RYTVr6Q/s1600-h/img_2617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3pAREdZgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/94Y2RYTVr6Q/s320/img_2617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394724119451100674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep well that night because the room was too old, really. And the crazy people at the BBQ had the music really loud until it rained around 2 am in the morning. No phone to call directly to the receptions or customer service centre otherwise I would ask them to tell them off. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Melacca the next day. Pretty nice day actually, very very hot. A lot of tourists there. We had chicken rice balls for lunch and walked around the town. Took some pictures and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3sIwLMneI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6nvwiczb4lI/s1600-h/img_2692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3sIwLMneI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6nvwiczb4lI/s320/img_2692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394727563774696930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3sGwAjqtI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ixVqXveV-2I/s1600-h/img_2703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3sGwAjqtI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ixVqXveV-2I/s320/img_2703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394727529370331858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it.  A nice relaxing trip ended in a very hot day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-6568557208836255630?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6568557208836255630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=6568557208836255630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6568557208836255630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6568557208836255630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/10/port-dickson-melacca.html' title='Port Dickson + Melacca'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/St3pAyui-BI/AAAAAAAAAgA/SHHCmmBfJzc/s72-c/img_2618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-8200832576064216041</id><published>2009-09-21T00:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T01:29:06.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Food Fiesta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZcVm2ID7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/dVMZYPVxvVo/s1600-h/dsc00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZcVm2ID7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/dVMZYPVxvVo/s320/dsc00036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383591930842582962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmmmm ~ custard ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZcVwSSNxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/I36XO_5qDsM/s1600-h/dsc00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZcVwSSNxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/I36XO_5qDsM/s320/dsc00041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383591933376608018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZcWdFKFyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Tawx6Fl98hc/s1600-h/dsc00054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZcWdFKFyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Tawx6Fl98hc/s320/dsc00054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383591945401145122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw the bell in a shop. Really wanted to get it for the house but worried the naughty kids might come and ring it and so on. Some more, it is too troublesome to send it over to Ace. So yea, didn't get it at the end. Probably get it next time before moving in, hopefully can get through the custom too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This teddy is available in the shop too!!! Mmmmmm ~ teddy~&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZcWgRv1KI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/m2DFzKu68cw/s1600-h/dsc00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZcWgRv1KI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/m2DFzKu68cw/s320/dsc00055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383591946259256482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZcXC3yiyI/AAAAAAAAAeY/EUfIbkm8kWA/s1600-h/dsc00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZcXC3yiyI/AAAAAAAAAeY/EUfIbkm8kWA/s320/dsc00091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383591955545623330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZclE_H9fI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ea1uZLLxfkg/s1600-h/dsc00092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZclE_H9fI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ea1uZLLxfkg/s320/dsc00092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383592196631426546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZlr29cMfI/AAAAAAAAAfA/e1rRjzZCNqM/s1600-h/dsc00093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZlr29cMfI/AAAAAAAAAfA/e1rRjzZCNqM/s320/dsc00093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383602208730001906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to Indian Restaurant for lunch today. It was my  first time to have leaf rice, so to speak. Very delicious. Was hoping Ace can try this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fried squid, curry chicken, and icy lime drinks :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20 September '09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mmmm~ Ramen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZclQB1Z3I/AAAAAAAAAeo/CgQYP4rh_Fw/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZclQB1Z3I/AAAAAAAAAeo/CgQYP4rh_Fw/s320/DSC00101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383592199595583346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, funny face again &gt;___&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZl4o8_VoI/AAAAAAAAAfY/CZJbMIwOatw/s1600-h/DSC00088+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZl4o8_VoI/AAAAAAAAAfY/CZJbMIwOatw/s320/DSC00088+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383602428308313730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZcl6cczxI/AAAAAAAAAew/9tGFgbWn65g/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZcl6cczxI/AAAAAAAAAew/9tGFgbWn65g/s320/DSC00110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383592210981506834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donuts from Big Apple Co. XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-8200832576064216041?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8200832576064216041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=8200832576064216041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8200832576064216041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8200832576064216041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/09/food-fiesta.html' title='Food Fiesta!'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SrZcVm2ID7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/dVMZYPVxvVo/s72-c/dsc00036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-4458193630081585753</id><published>2009-08-19T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:01:42.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Price up up up! Works up up up!</title><content type='html'>Things getting more and more expensive lately. Bought some chicken patties yesterday which surprised me. It was about RM 5 now it is RM 7. So, the prices of drinks and other snacks have been gone up too. Sad. &lt;p&gt;Trying to edit my questionnaire and have to interview about 30 people for that. Luckily the questions are all set and all I have to do just some modifications. There’s an assignment to hand in next week and I have to do some revisions  for the classes I have been attended lately. Taking Financial Management this semester. Whoa! All the calculation is  pretty interesting, it’s like going back to high school. Gonna take some time to refresh my mind about all the things learnt in mathematics class before lol.&lt;/p&gt; Going to have noodles later. The one that Ace said it looks like pasta. Hip hip hurray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-4458193630081585753?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4458193630081585753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=4458193630081585753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4458193630081585753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4458193630081585753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/price-up-up-up-works-up-up-up.html' title='Price up up up! Works up up up!'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-4590364295498812717</id><published>2009-07-07T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:01:52.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Auckland Botanic Garden</title><content type='html'>We were at the Botanic Garden this afternoon. Too bad didn't bring the camera with us today. It was a bit sad and depressed walking around in the garden because most of the trees are half dying (winter now). It reminds me how I dislike winter... I don't like the cold. Things are so different in New Zealand compares to Malaysia. I miss the weather in Malaysia already, hot and humid, and the people over there too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-4590364295498812717?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4590364295498812717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=4590364295498812717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4590364295498812717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4590364295498812717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/auckland-botanic-garden.html' title='Auckland Botanic Garden'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-3538909171201156779</id><published>2009-06-22T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:48:47.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Freezing Cold!</title><content type='html'>It is the second day in NZ (so fast!) and still cannot really adapt the weather. Too cold! It bothers me a lot when I go to the toilet. The toilet seat just too cold!! It freezes my butt!!!!! Saw the ice covered the car and the grass  in the morning, it's insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe is allergic to something and his body is swallon up like a stuff doll. Poor Bebe. I miss him so much already when I was on the plane. Really want to see him waiving his tail and have the puppy eyes while I ask him to come over. I've been having fun with Zeus. Nice and friendly dog. Remind me of BunBun and makes me want to bully him lol :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't done much for these 2 days. Just sit around and watch some tv, playing games. Didn't eat much though. I had  a bad gastric acid this morning. Maybe it was because I stayed up all night and was a bit hung over lol lol. Drank too much vodka the previous night. Well, not a lot, but drank it pretty fast :P Yup, I've got 2 bottles of Absolute vodka from the duty free. Pretty cheap though, 55 dollars for 2. We keep the vanilla flavour. and that's the source for my headachey lol lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing nothing at the moment. Ace is sleeping as there's work later. It's only 7:44 pm and it is like about 10 pm out there already. Urgh, I don't quite like it but good though I suppose. Less sun set. Less anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to read later when he goes to work. Angels and Demons yes or the Goosebumps in chinese series (stolen from sister :D ) Haven't had dinner yet. Pretty hungry. Cookies later :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-3538909171201156779?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3538909171201156779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=3538909171201156779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3538909171201156779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3538909171201156779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/freezing-cold.html' title='Freezing Cold!'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-3101076496070606006</id><published>2009-06-15T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:26:03.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Telling'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Yup, having another cool dream, after a long long long long time. This time, it is a romantic thriller lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I can remember now, my best friend (I don't know who she was couldn't see her face, but she was my best friend in the dream) and I met 2 lovely models, who were sweet and tall, let's called them model no.1 and no.2. We had some sort of very good relationship, sorta like they were lesbian and they liked us but for us we were just very good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there it goes, model no.2, she was tall, with long smooth black hair, she liked me a lot. We were at some sort of night market, and were sitting down at a side of the mamak stall. The table and chairs were red. Someone came behind me (I couldn't see his face), asked if me and the model no.1 were having the best relationships (well, I hope he meant friendship lol). I told him no, it was me and no.2 instead. I could see she was smiling happily. Then, I felt it was not feeling right, I am straight and I love men not girls?! I told no.2 that we couldn't do this anymore. I had to call this friendship/relationship off. She was very upset and angry. Then my friend and I left the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next scene, I met the brothers who were selling things in the market. He was charming, manly man and with a very cute smile. I fell for him, and I think he thought the same lol. But then no.2 found out about that and she was very unhappy about it. She turned my best friend into gold fish. I had no choice but to run to the fish shop to get a fish bowl for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 big raks in the shop. selling only fish bowls. I picked up a small one, due to the budget and there weren't many choices that I liked. The one that I picked was an okay size for a small gold fish, round and glass bowl. One thing it was very strange that the glass was pretty soft like rubber and I could bend it. It was like the glass was not yet completed or something. I had to get it still as there was no choice, my friend needed to stay at somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked back home, put down the fish and found that my family were not there. I went back to the market again, found out that no.2 was trying to kill me. The brothers were trying to protect me and asked me to run while they were dealing with no. 2. I looked back at him, he was so worried about me but still insisted me to run for my life. I was so touched. I ran and ran. 2 of my friends were supporting me. One of them were on a horse, the other was on bicycle. I saw no.2 was running fast behind me too. I was not fast enough so I asked if I could get on the horse. I managed to get on it but I almost fell off as there was a kid (probably my little sister) was sitting in front, then my friend, then me. I was just sitting at the horse butt there and it slowed down the horse. When we reached the gas station, I jumped off and stole the motobicycle that someone was filling up petrol. I drove off as soon as I could. I tried to go different way that no.2 might not guess it was the direction for me to go; however, no matter which way I took, she was able to locate me. So I decided to drive off away this town. When I was at the cross road, I though about my family and the guy. I couldn't just leave them there with no.2. She would kill them! So I turned my way back to the market, quietly and slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night market was a ruins now. No one in there. I saw my family and friends been turned into gold fish. They were struggling on the staircase, without water. I picked them up and about to run to the fish shop again. Then I saw him. He was with his brother (elder brother), looked at me and said something like he would wait for me at there. I had no time to chat with him but run to the shop. I managed to find another bigger fish bowl, same style, but the glass too soft. I saw no.2 in the shop. He (I don't know why it was a he now &gt;___&lt;) was trying to kill me. I told him I was very tired of all this, could he just wait and let me finish chosing a fish bowl and we would sort it out there. He agreed. But still, I was very scared inside. I asked why the fish bowl is so soft etc, the owner told me it was the way it supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I manage to save my family and friends. I ran off to put them in the house, and went back to the night market. The brothers were there. No.2 was waiting for me in the black turnnel. I turned to look at him, saying, if we did not have any connections or love at all, I would just go in. When I was about to go in, he said "Don't do it. Just leave now. The turnnel is about to fall apart. It will finish her off in there." I looked at him and nodded. He continued, "If we have fate to be together, we will definately meet again." I was very sad, I did not know whether he really wanted to be with me. I just nodded. I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at some restaurents with my family and friends (they were back to normal). His brother ran to me, saying that no.2 was not dead yet. I had to run back to the ruins and finish her off. Something something happened and he finally expressed his love to me when we both killed no.2 lol lol lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, couldn't remember much of it. But it was very romantic yet scary, especially that part when I was being chased. More dreams to come I hope :) Ace don't get mad aye lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-3101076496070606006?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3101076496070606006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=3101076496070606006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3101076496070606006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3101076496070606006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-2884222378807642772</id><published>2009-06-11T20:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:21:58.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SjEBsgw57_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4EchRWUJHlk/s1600-h/27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SjEBsgw57_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4EchRWUJHlk/s200/27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346056096886419442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely depressed since yesterday. Calm down a little bit now. Losing a lot of blood still. Wonder why the amount of blood is more than the usual. It makes me moody and grumpy all the time. I will just close up and hide myself for a while before I made everyone including myself upset again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Angels and Demons by Don Brown. Going to read it soon. Went to Kinokuniya today as well, saw Sybil, the multiple personality disorder book. Really really want to buy and read but can't afford it... I'm broke. By the way, I really like the other multiple personality disorder book called The Mind of Billy Milligan. Really looking forward to his movie. I hope he is doing fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch some movies with Georgie Pie now to calm down a bit more. Away from people. Goodnight Catherine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-2884222378807642772?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2884222378807642772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=2884222378807642772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2884222378807642772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2884222378807642772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-extremely-depressed-since.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SjEBsgw57_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4EchRWUJHlk/s72-c/27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-3196753149679730776</id><published>2009-05-06T10:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:43:33.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Telling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Dream of a lovely dream</title><content type='html'>This is a story about a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was somewhat alone in a seaside residence. She walked around the lovely  neighborhood in the evening. The sun light now is so soft and tender now as it about to go back into the sea. "What a lovely day," she smiled.  But deep down inside her, she was lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she walked along the beach, she heard some Jazz musics, playing softly. She followed the music and finally came to this Social Party in an open garden. There were beautiful and colourful lantern lights and beautiful people wearing Tuxedo and gowns everywhere. "Hmm... Interesting." As she walked into the party, nobody noticed her at all. Everybody was busying socializing, holding a glass of golden-like champagne in their hand. "Is it some sort of beautiful people social club?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked and walked until she went into a grass room. Why it is a grass room here because the walls were grass, if you know what I mean. There was a queen size bed at the middle of the room. A handsome, yet familiar man, wearing a handsome Tuxedo, half lying in the middle of the bed. He smiled at her. His smile was so charming and it brighten up and shaken her heart. "Is he... it can't be! oh ... no wait .... it really can't be...HIM?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi. How are you, young lady?" A man came out from no where. He was wearing black, long fine robes. He had golden hair, wearing round golden side glasses. Probably a 40ish man. She smiled a little, didn't know what to say and what was really going on. "We are having a little fun game here. Anyway, would you mind to change your clothes into this?" He pointed the a beautiful dark green gown, which appread suddenly on the bed. Now that she only realized she was actually wearing the white hoodie with her favourite mini skirt. She was thinking how she was not fit in with this awesome and classy party. The man in the bed pat on the right side of him, asking her to come over. She walked next to the bed, slowly put both of her knees on the bed. The bed was so soft like cloud in the sky yet it was hard enough to support her for not sinking into it. She though she could have a very very good sleep in this bed. The black shiny sheet was so silky . It looked very nice with the gown on it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was putting the gown on her body to see if it fit her, the man on the bed smiled.  She swore she met this man in her life. "Hmm.. could it be... oh yes!! It's him!" Leonard was his name. Back in the childhood, nobody liked to play with Leo. He was chubby and always had food in his hands. Since he was a little bit too chubby, it was hard for him to run around like the other kids. You could always find him sat under the tree, eating snaks and watching other kids chasing each other on the big field, or swimming in the pond. Yes, he might be a dirty little piggy pig, as the other kids called him, he liked to smile. The smile was so bright, sunny, and cheerful; though it sometimes covered with chocolate or ice cream. Then one day, Leo the piggy pig was bullied by the big kids again. He sat alone in the evening. She still remembered, tears on his face looked like golds as the sun light shined on his face. She couldn't stand it anymore. She felt pity for him. She knew how lonely it was to look different than the others. As the tear drops getting bigger, she decided to sit next to this stranger and gave him a comfort smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah-hem." As the old man in black robs cleared his troat, she woke up from the flash back. She looked at Leo. He was still looking at her, with the smile. Yes, the charming smile. He broke out to a giggle now. She looked at her body. "Eh?!" She was wearing the white shirt he used to wear and it was buttoned up! How on earth did he do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gather 'round, gather 'round people for the game is about to begin," the elf-like girl floating at the middle of the party said that. "Put on your gown now and come with me." Leo held her hand and walked to the middle. "But...but.. you have to let me change first!" Leo didn't reply but kept on walking. She looked at herself, "Eh? Since when I changed into the gown?" She couldn't think about how things magically come and gone now and they were at the middle of the party. There was a golden chair at the middle of the crowd. She looked around, it seemed like everyoone knew or expected what was going to happend next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, who want to be the guest tonight?" Everyone looked at one another, nobody step ahead. The elf-like girl looked around and saw her. "Well, well, look who we have here tonight. Why don't you try this, as the new comer for this party?" "But...but..I..." "Say no more my friend. Enjoy the journey of  your soul." She helped her to sit in the chair and everbody was quiet.  Suddenly, everything went black. She couldn't see anyone but her at the middle of spot light. Then the scene changed. Now she was in a castle, surrounded by doors that lead to another room. The light stands and furniture in the room were so beautiful. The only thing was, everything was in grey. and yellowish, like watching an old film or someone's flash back. "I must find a way out, now." She ran and ran, didn't know which one to choose, just simply pick one door and entered, depending on her instinct now. Finally she reached the last room. There was a chair at the middle of the room, just like the king's chair. On her right hand side, ther was another door while the left hand side was a window. As she about to open the door, her instinct told her to choose the window and jumped out instead. She didn't know why but she just followed it anyway. "Man, I'm going to die! Ahhhh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went quiet again. She opened her eyes and saw that she was on the golden chair, surrounded by people again. "Ah you! Why did you choose the window? No one ever chose that before. Normally people would just entered the room...and..." "And they come back?" she asked. The elf-like girl looked a bit stunned. "I know, as the minute you enter the room, you will keep on going around like this, entering one room and another, again and again, forever, never can find the way out right?" "Well, you are a smart girl." "I am just follow my woman instinct."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the crowd was slowly  moving away by losing interest that she did not get lost in her way, she got up and was about to leave. She couldn't find Leo in the other room. When she turned back around, she saw Leo was on giving a massage for a pretty girl on the chair that she was sitting on. There were a few friends around him too. She felt a bit down now yet happy for him. "Yes, he has a pretty girlfriend now and surrounded with many friends," she thought. His social life was getting better now. She was really happy for him. Leaving a Thank You note on the bed,  she heading towards the gate and ready to leave this pretty club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, that's all I could remember lol lol.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-3196753149679730776?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3196753149679730776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=3196753149679730776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3196753149679730776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3196753149679730776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/dream-of-lovely-dream.html' title='Dream of a lovely dream'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-2138174824074337483</id><published>2009-04-18T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:48:36.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Monster Allergy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Semhz3P47eI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kmV41IoAF0g/s1600-h/55.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Semhz3P47eI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kmV41IoAF0g/s200/55.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325965946718318050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the same allergy again since a few days ago. It is not contagious to others but only to my own body. Doctor said I can't scratch them and better don't rub them too hard too as they will go under the skin, flow along my body through the blood.&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time I have this serious allergy. So, I figure out the thing that trigger it off might be the sticky mango tree juice. I remember there was a drop of it on the back of my hand last time when I plugged the mango. Then the rash grew along my hand blood vessels. All the way down to my arm. This time, I kinda grabbed the mangoes. I though it would be fine as soon as I wash it away but nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt; Do:&lt;br /&gt;1. No more mango-touchy touchy!&lt;br /&gt;2. No soap, shower gel, shampoo or any other washing products.&lt;br /&gt;3. No hot shower, only cold tap water *sob!*&lt;br /&gt;4. No scratchy scratchy. Doc said they will ruin my third layer of skin and hence can't absorb or retain water, hands gonna be old peep's hands lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt; Do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Use Isoderm, the shower gel that made for baby who has allergy skin.&lt;br /&gt;2. Take pills on time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Apply the cream on time.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ask someone else to wash the dishes and so on! Mwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat mangoes still! But ask someone else to peel it for me :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-2138174824074337483?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2138174824074337483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=2138174824074337483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2138174824074337483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2138174824074337483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/monster-allergy.html' title='Monster Allergy'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Semhz3P47eI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kmV41IoAF0g/s72-c/55.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-5890357947319077490</id><published>2009-04-16T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:17:01.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sec8mys_IkI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Srr-kCPiSGQ/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sec8mys_IkI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Srr-kCPiSGQ/s200/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325291721532056130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of work, very exciting and yet tiring. One of the long-term employees have to leave early today so it left only me and another girl (my friend). She is there for about a month already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had to do a lot of things today, such as filling, printing, gave out flyers, threw the rubbish, cutting, pasting, photocopying, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have any lunch break today. Just only a few minutes pee break. So, hopefully they know that I work 8 hours ++ today. Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-5890357947319077490?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5890357947319077490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=5890357947319077490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5890357947319077490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5890357947319077490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sec8mys_IkI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Srr-kCPiSGQ/s72-c/6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-3963601711588782771</id><published>2009-04-14T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:52:52.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Update for another week</title><content type='html'>1. Well well, first of all, I want to say that I'm very very, extremely sad that my N800 is dead... :( The screen is totally black out! or keep flashing sometimes... *sigh* now I have to go back to desktop... which I dislike the most. But... what to do? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I went for a part-time job interview yesterday and it was great :) They asked me come and start working on today, but I still have to work on some stuff before I can actually start. So, I told them that I will be there on Thursday instead, which is supposed to be my workday Thursday and Friday :) A bit nervous now. Haven't worked in a place like that before + it is a service based job. So yea. Oh yea by the way, the place is called iEducation Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Had sore throat. My knee hurts too because the weather is getting a little bit cold. Asthma came and visit me on Monday early morning *gasp*! Ugh! So hard to breath by that time and only got a little sleep because had to work on my Marketing Research Chapter 2 for the lecturer. Hmm...  in that class, it was only a few of us turned up as it is a semester break... oh... and it was a replacement class lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   I slept in until 11 am today to catch up some sleeps. Been working like hell lately and didn't have time to do anything at all. I watched some movies last night, and some tv. Man, haven't had that kinda feeling for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I miss my babe so much. But he is busy. I am so sad that my N800 is dead and want to share the job for getting a job but he can't be around :(  :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Bebe is very naughty lately. He is getting bigger tho lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-3963601711588782771?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3963601711588782771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=3963601711588782771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3963601711588782771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3963601711588782771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-for-another-week.html' title='Update for another week'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-8869834974740317825</id><published>2009-04-03T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:10:47.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>Overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SdY09dX7aMI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8LQEeRMlOIA/s1600-h/27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SdY09dX7aMI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8LQEeRMlOIA/s200/27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320498240246474946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah~ so busy lately. So so busy. Too many assignments to work on and house to clean. Sigh. Lecturers said "quickly work on it and hand in!!", parents said "Clean the room and house, quick!!". I only have one body lah, cannot handle too much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I am so so so so so tired lately. Very tired indeed. Probably all the mess? or maybe over works. I try to be more hardworking this semester but only found that I can't work as good as before :( Very sad lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having weird dreams lately :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH I'm soooooooo bored!!! Everyday just uni then assignments, then fetch sisters or work around the house. Always the same! Didn't even social with other people :( especially when I really feel like I want to lah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel sad that I don't have much talents :( No time for even the things I want to do too. Drawings lah, photographing lah, watch heaps of movies lah. No time no time!! Though I have a little bit of time, probably an hour, I will just feel so guilty doing them but not working on my assignments or work around the house :( My sisters all gone to learn dancing. I also want to learn something, something I want it for years --- learn Spanish. I want I want :( I want to learn guitar too :(  No time no money :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-8869834974740317825?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8869834974740317825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=8869834974740317825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8869834974740317825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8869834974740317825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/overload.html' title='Overload'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SdY09dX7aMI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8LQEeRMlOIA/s72-c/27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-6870513538988063925</id><published>2009-03-28T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:41:50.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Goodies'/><title type='text'>60 Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sc3-2J50MhI/AAAAAAAAAag/iLth20pveVY/s1600-h/60earthhour.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sc3-2J50MhI/AAAAAAAAAag/iLth20pveVY/s320/60earthhour.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318186941319229970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have 2 hours until Earth Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so touching when I saw the ads about it on the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so funny that how some of the people still don't believe in global warming. A while ago I was listening to BBC news, there was a minister claimed that he doesn't believe in global warming at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my kids to have a clean environment in the future. And their kids, and their kids' kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is raining now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-6870513538988063925?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6870513538988063925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=6870513538988063925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6870513538988063925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6870513538988063925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/60-earth-hour.html' title='60 Earth Hour'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sc3-2J50MhI/AAAAAAAAAag/iLth20pveVY/s72-c/60earthhour.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-272727704574632259</id><published>2009-03-27T09:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:20:07.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>She is not sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Scw3YlgDUXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/keV3ckSvYQ0/s1600-h/61.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Scw3YlgDUXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/keV3ckSvYQ0/s200/61.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317686155540648306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how it begins. I finished class, ready to fetch HiJin back to her house. We came to car park and found that there was a car blocking in front of my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Errrr..What?! Again?! Man! Why they always have to do this?" I took out my cellphone and started to call the number the car's owner written on a paper. It rang and rang and rang. No one answered the phone. At the same time, I kept complaining to HiJin how worse the situatinon went on day by day and how the university not to do a thing about it. After a long long while, then only the car owner answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hello. Can you come and move your car away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I knew I didn't use the magic word "please" as prove later I didn't have to do it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh yea... ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She was about to hang up. But since we were in a hurry I asked her where she was at that time cause it might take her about 10 to 15 minutes to be here if she were at another university building. I explained to her that we were in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um at main block"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she hung up on me. Right. I was so pissed off. The tone of her voice showed that I was the one who disturbed her instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Urgh! Where is she?! I though she said she is at main block?!" I complaint some more to HiJin that sometimes I am not sure if I should ask them not to do it again, or just let it be. It is very frustrating that I have to wait for them and come to move the car away. Sometimes they took a while to come from another building. Just like last time. Waste of my time! But on the other hand, it is not completely their fault as the university or the car park guards do not control the other non-university students or workers cars coming in. Besides, there are more and more students in this university now and more and more students drive to university. There will not be enough car parks for us anymore. But still, they shouldn't block in front of others' cars... They should just wait or come early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another minute gone while I complaint all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called again but she didn't answer the phone this time. I called again. Still no one answered. I saw that a girl came out from the front door now. Walking slowly like she was on window shopping. We looked at her but she still walking slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! She came. The look on her face. Urgh! You really wanted to slap her if you saw her face by that time. She looked so annoyed as like we were the one who disturbed her and such. Man! Some more, she didn't apologize AT ALL! She is a fine looking Chinese girl but gosh! her attitudes kill her look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moved her car still having the "you-owe-me-10-billion-dollars" look on her face. Sigh. No manners at all. I feel sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, I saw a girl. She apologized for blocking someone's car.  After she moved the car away, came and apologized again. I couldn't help to think about that rude girl again. She must has been from the kiasu group kinda people who are also very ke po and so on. Typical!&lt;br /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-272727704574632259?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/272727704574632259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=272727704574632259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/272727704574632259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/272727704574632259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-is-not-sorry.html' title='She is not sorry'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Scw3YlgDUXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/keV3ckSvYQ0/s72-c/61.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-5941963016003974556</id><published>2009-03-26T17:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:56:10.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sct7Xr7sFxI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/inYM-DEGn0U/s1600-h/31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sct7Xr7sFxI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/inYM-DEGn0U/s200/31.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317479431901288210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, we received a letter from Majlis Perbandaran Selayang  (The Selayang Council) claimed that I have to pay for the RM 60.00 fine for not paying the parking fee (or over time). It stated my car plate number, date and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date: 16 Dec 2008&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(What the... I can't even remember what I ate for the past few days, how could I remember something from last year, a particular date?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time: 02:43 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (worse! Can you remember what you did exactly at 4:17 p.m. yesterday?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't receive any ticket from them since I start driving. So I called. A malay lady answered the phone. I told her the situation and explained to her that I never get the ticket at the first place and I always pay for the parking fee. I also made it clear to her that it was LAST YEAR! I'm not going to pay for that if I don't get a good reason for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh well, maybe the wind blew your ticket away?" She said. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ok...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".... or maybe a naughty kid took your ticket away" she added &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(LOL!!!!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I found the answers very ridiculous and funny. so I said, "Well maam', there were 2 to 3 guards at the area I parked. So, I don't think the kids could actually do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept silent for a while. So I added that it was from last year and I never get notice or ticket or what so ever. Some more I always pay when I am around that area. I am not going to pay for that if they can't justify it well for me. So she checked the record. While I was waiting, I heard she talked to another woman in malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RM 0.50 = 1 hour (or 30 minutes, I can't remember, they changed it after a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In their conversation, I get to know that I didn't do anything wrong. It was the person who in charge simply gave fine to people. I paid and I left on time. So it wasn't my fault. I couldn't believe it. How could they just do things without really checking it first *sigh*. Anyway, she came back to me again, said it was some mistakes there but didn't explain why (oh well, I overheard the whole conversation anyway). They didn't say sorry, just said they will send me a things again to cancel the fine. Hmm, well, it has been a week and I haven't received anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose that's how people do things here!&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/28255963-5941963016003974556?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5941963016003974556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=5941963016003974556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5941963016003974556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5941963016003974556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/Sct7Xr7sFxI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/inYM-DEGn0U/s72-c/31.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-4329158574313294819</id><published>2009-03-11T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:15:59.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Saw it on the back of someone's car. You very Kiasu (scare to lose), I Kiasi (scare to die). Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking honey now and trying to work on my assignment. I dislike caffeine a lot. Won't even want to drink it unless it is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raining a lot lately. It is going to rain now, again. Home alone with 2 dogs and 4 gold fish. Feeling so empty. I guess one of the main reasons why divorce rate is so high might because one of the partners is workaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start hugging and caring your love one, family, and friends because they are the one who care about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-4329158574313294819?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4329158574313294819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=4329158574313294819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4329158574313294819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4329158574313294819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-2801563280682825757</id><published>2009-03-09T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:17:35.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>You have to wait</title><content type='html'>A big fat fish pectoral fin wounded my mom's palm very badly. It stuck inside and couldn't take it out. I had to pull it very hard to remove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly sent my mom to the nearest clinic. However, the clinic we usually visited didn't open today because today is public holiday. So we had to go to the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me upset and angry was the receptionist. She is the doctor's wife. My mom told her the situation and she bleed a lot. What she answered next actually surprised us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Umm... Ok, then you sit down and wait," she said.&lt;br /&gt;"But my palm is very numb and very painful right now..."&lt;br /&gt;She kept silent.&lt;br /&gt;"How many more people are waitng until me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Um... About 5 or 6"&lt;br /&gt;"But I'm in so much pain right now! And it bleeds!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oo..ok. Well, I will try what I can do lor.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't really polite. How could they let the wounded badly patient just sit and wait for another 30 or 40 minutes? I was really upset about that and told my mom I would just ask them again. My mom went to ask them instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, how many people are there now? Are you sure you can't let me see the doctor first?"&lt;br /&gt;"Um..well I will see what I can do lor.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is angry now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Well, if I still have to wait some more, then I have to leave to another clinic now"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok ok. I will try my best then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew she was like that, we would have leave to another one now. But since it is public holiday today, not many clinic open. After another patient, she let us in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor cleaned mom's wound, gave her injection, and gave her some pills. Things are ok now. But it means I have to cook the dinner tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-2801563280682825757?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2801563280682825757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=2801563280682825757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2801563280682825757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2801563280682825757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-have-to-wait.html' title='You have to wait'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-9006087506812052066</id><published>2009-03-07T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:11:17.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>You Have Won RM 6000!!</title><content type='html'>When I was on my way back at the Sg. Wang monorail, I saw a lot of sales people stood there holding a file thingie in their hands. Some young girls were blocked by them. I walked very fast so they couldn't get a chance to block my way and try to sell or do whatever they were going to do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I almost reached the station, a guy who looked about 15 to 17 years old successfully catch up and kept asking me to help him for this promotion thingie. At first I ignored him but he was so insisted and wouldn't leave me alone. I told him I didn't want anything but he explained that all I have to do is to tear the papers apart to see what it is inside (I was still walking fast). He explained that if it wrote "Thank You" then I had to give it back to him and din't have to do anything. I took the paper, teared it just to get rid of him. Seriously, it is not gonna be easy to win a prize unless I was very very very lucky, or it was a scam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I opened it, it wrote "Special Gift". I handed it to him and about to leave. He screamed and jumped up and down very very very dramatically. "Hey you have won a special gift! OMG! Have you taken any of this paper before? Did you read the newspaper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it doesn't matter for me, I don't really care about the prize anyway. I told him I didn't want it and gave the paper back to him. He was a bit taken back and asked me why? Well, I've read enough this kinda scam already and I don't think I want to believe it. My heart kept telling me to move on but he kept holding me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Why don't you want it? Omg! You have won RM 6000 worth of prize!" He said&lt;br /&gt;"So, what is it now? Do I have to purchase something before I "claim" my prize?" (about to leave)&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no, all you have to do just promote and advertise it for us. Have you seen the newspaper lately? What kinda newspaper you read? OMG! I will show you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was then about to run to the other sales people to get the "things" to show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Umm, you know what, I don't want it. You can keep it."&lt;br /&gt;"Why not? You have just won special gift, RM 6000!"&lt;br /&gt;"How do you check the special gift? Scratch the things here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no, we have to use our scanner to scan to see what kinda prize you get"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... really. Well, you know what, I will give it to you! You can keep it. It is a gift for you from me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next conversation was him kept asking me why didn't I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been flipping through and read a lot of newspaper lately, everyday, to check ads for my assignment. But I didn't see anything like that in the newspaper (he kept saying it is a big thing in the newspaper). Besides, how did he know I had won RM 6000 prize? There's other prizes too. How come he was so sure it was exactly the RM6000? He looked pretty angry when I refused him and walked away without saying "thank you" or what so ever. IF it really was a real things,  and IF I were the boss, I would be crying for having these kinda low quality sales people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my heart kept telling me don't get it. I don't care if it is true or not. I ain't just not gonna receive a "big prize" just *snap* like that. Some more, there are a lot of scams like that going on in this country. Besides, if it was real, they are hiring these low-standard sales people, promoting at a place like that, and also kept asking only teens or young adults like me to do it for them. I found it suspicious OR they are doing a really bad job. For me, I think it is a failure for this whole "promotion" and "advertising".&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/28255963-9006087506812052066?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9006087506812052066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=9006087506812052066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/9006087506812052066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/9006087506812052066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-have-won-rm-6000.html' title='You Have Won RM 6000!!'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-3770524317347677382</id><published>2009-02-27T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:32:36.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>New Busy Time</title><content type='html'>New Semester started. Looking down at the time table and assement for each subjects, I am stressed.  Too many assements, too many works. This is just the first week and I made it hard on myself from gathering information for the assements. I want to do better this semester cause third year papers are hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sad that I can't handle more of it, really upset indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-3770524317347677382?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3770524317347677382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=3770524317347677382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3770524317347677382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3770524317347677382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-busy-time.html' title='New Busy Time'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-2398729980728090950</id><published>2009-02-09T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:10:29.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>PizzaHut delivery sucks</title><content type='html'>We decided to order pizza for lunch. Since there's not many choices in Malaysia that actually do delivery. We ordered it from PizzaHut, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I ordered it around 12:30 p.m. They told me it would take about 45 minutes and will be arrive around 1:20 p.m. So we waited, and waited. When it was 1:40 p.m. I decided to call to check the delivery. The lady told me it was on its way, asked me to wait for a bit more. Fine. I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:10 p.m. I called again, complained to this guy and he said he would check with the restaurant and called back later. Ok, I waited again. He never called back. 2:30 p.m. I called and complained to this malay lady and she said just a second then hung up on me (WTF!) Then I called again! This time was a guy. He said he would pass it to his officer. But instead of the officer he passed it to an operator (sigh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again, I repeated my complain. He told me the restaurant was busy at that moment. "Well," I said, "You can't let the customers wait for 2 hours just because the restaurant is busy." He said he understood. "Can you please ask them to send it to me withint 5 to 10 minutes. Otherwise I will just cancel it." What happened next actually disappointed me. "Well, I think you cancel the order cause if I checked for you, you still have to wait ...(for another hour)." So, that is how PizzaHut treat their customers like that. I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complaint some more, saying that I was disappointed, then only he said he wasn't the officer, just an operator. Man! Then he said he would pass it to the officer but after I waited for a minute or so, they hung up on me again! Hey, I hadn't even got my order canceled yet! This time, I called and asked the operator to transfer the link to the officer instead. So finally I got to talk to someone who didn't waste the education. She said she would deal with the restaurant immediately and contacted me within 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang, and I answered. It is from the PizzaHut restaurant which is near my house. They said their computer system got problem that's why the order was delayed (yea right, I don't think so. If all the orders were deleyed, won't the other people made noises already?) She said delivery would be there within 15 to 20 minutes more. She didn't really appologize for what happened though. After the call, I only realized it was already 3:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought, after all the problems, they might give us discount or what so ever. But they did not. Didn't even appologize when they delivered it. Pretty disappointed. I don't think I will have PizzaHut again, not for a long long while. I will share this incident to my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope PizzaHut will actually hire more educated employees, or at least train them to be nice to the customers and get to know how to retain customers, not asking them to wait and wait or just hang up on customers while they do not know how to handle a situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-2398729980728090950?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2398729980728090950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=2398729980728090950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2398729980728090950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2398729980728090950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/pizzahut-delivery-sucks.html' title='PizzaHut delivery sucks'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-5357871044161503949</id><published>2009-02-07T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:53:06.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Losing life</title><content type='html'>Been really down for a whole day. Tired of life, tired of chaos, and uncertainties. People around just won't give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when would I finally get outta here, outta this mess, and outta this life. I'm tired. I love my people, but now I'm just confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always scary to know the truth. Tried to avoid it and dodge, but they keep coming. Lost confidence in loving them, wonder things I did was right. Can't I just be left alone for good? It is really hurt for being cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really want to social with anyone at the moment, especially when I'm scared, tired, and depressed. So hurt, hard and, tired to make a fake smile and pretend there was nothing happened and I was alright. So many times I wanted to tell someone but felt ashamed to disturb them. No one wants to listen to sad stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be the responsible has a lot of responsibilities, it is even harder when they are just acting childish, irrational, and violent. I've tried not to bother it, but I don't want to see anyone of them get hurt or fighting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clock's ticking. I'm going to bury myself in the book now. Just finished reading The Minds of Billy Milligan yesterday. Splendid book. Going to read something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-5357871044161503949?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5357871044161503949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=5357871044161503949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5357871044161503949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5357871044161503949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/losing-life.html' title='Losing life'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-2036892578192750006</id><published>2009-01-26T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:20:34.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I hate myself</title><content type='html'>Hate myself for a lot of things. I believe in God, but I too disappointed in myself and rather just give up myself at the end, at least at this moment. I know I will never get into the door of heaven because I am just another failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depress. When does it start? Probably after reading the book "The Minds of Billy Milligan". How I wish I could be talented like him, though it might be not good to have multiple personalities. I am normal but I am average. Don't have any talent. Even I "do" have talent, as they other people said, but I ain't good enough. I ain't better than the others or worse than the others. I am just average. I hate being average. How long I wanted to be better, but I just ain't qualified enough and have to admit that I am just an ordinary person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what if I had a normal life if I have a good family?" I though. But now, ha! I ain't good at anything, but yet I have a chaos family. It is making me to become a emotionless bitch. I believe so, eventually. I started not to give a damn about everything, not even my study. I just want to give it up and just... don't know, run into my own fantasy. Yes, my own fantasy. I just hope that I could run into my own fantasy now. Away from the reality. I hate the reality, hate all the responsibilities and rules existed in the world and bond me tie until I can't breath sometimes. I could be a bitch for not doing anything and just leave, but I love my family too much, still, though they are making me more disappointed each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't understand me, they think I am useless for what I have been done and looked like. I am just too lazy to explain for my every intentions and actions. What's the point? I ain't seeking  sympathy fron yo'll. But it is just too hard to bear the disguested looks on the other people for how they think of me. Because, I am not that kind of person like what they think about me. I am so not. I care for my family, religion, and my everything. I am just... too disappointed of the world, the reality, the life, and me myself. I am just so lonely. I don't know who I can tell all my stuff and I don't know if there's anyone out there can understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, my mom said something that really broke my peak of the point of my mind, I grabbed the knife, tried to cut my arm, just as I imagined sometimes when I was upset. But again, I was just too coward to do it. I admit that I break down again, sorta like what I was like before. Luckily, I have my boyfriend, he understands me more than the other people, not much but better. He calmed me. I was glad. Now he is not here again, I have gone into lost mode. Too disappointed and tired of everything, I just want to go into fantasy, my own fantasy. I love my boyfriend so much, but I can't bear to torture him by telling him my problems. I just want to run into my own fantasy alone, just myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close the door and stay inside. It is safer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-2036892578192750006?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2036892578192750006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=2036892578192750006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2036892578192750006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2036892578192750006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-myself.html' title='I hate myself'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-1936350431275331549</id><published>2009-01-11T13:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:07:43.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Catherine</title><content type='html'>After the tornadoes in my house for a whole night, the weather is a bit calm now, for so far. So, we went to shopping yesterday. Mom and sisters shopped for Chinese New Year while I shopped for the sake's of shopping only. Want to get something to encourage myself and also as birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's see what we've got here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom -  a pretty top, a pair of latest fashion shoe - the Rome-look shoe. It is a pair of very sharp silver colour shoe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fat sis - a top, a bag, jeans, and a pair of really nice emo boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slim sis - 2 tops, 2 jeans, 1 dragon-like sandals, an punk neck collar, and a very very cute furry jacket with bunny ears from i-socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ME! - a top, a very very nice looking Korea imported elegant bag, a short shorts from F.O.S., summer sandals, and a pair of Lolita boots from i-socks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SWmLPH0ZKFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/tjn_HGzG6OY/s1600-h/IMG_1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SWmLPH0ZKFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/tjn_HGzG6OY/s400/IMG_1946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289912329236457554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May Yie's boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SWmLPzHu6GI/AAAAAAAAAZo/CqewcT0yG4k/s1600-h/IMG_1949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SWmLPzHu6GI/AAAAAAAAAZo/CqewcT0yG4k/s400/IMG_1949.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289912340860299362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Lolita boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SWmLPRCHy3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/IhxJOE9I0xg/s1600-h/IMG_1948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SWmLPRCHy3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/IhxJOE9I0xg/s400/IMG_1948.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289912331709959026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The Bag"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't plan to get that boots, really. It was always Lily's "wish" to become an i-socks member and since she spent about RM 99 in that shop, she was offered to become member in the member-only shop. Though we successfully went into the shop, we have to spend another RM 100 in that member-only shop  to become a member. Well, it's pretty tricky. So, yes, they were willing to spend to get the membership, looking something to buy and found that the price of the Lolita boots are actually quite reasonable. What amazed me was the sizes of the shoes could go up to 43 (or more, I think). A good news for the big feet aye! Yup, so I got the RM 80 Lolita boots, my sister got a neck collar. At the end, have to pay another RM 5 for the registration fee, and only been told when we had to pay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5 pm, we decided to go home by taxi. All the taxi drivers tried to rip us off. "RM 30 to go back to Selayang" Right! It cost us only RM 12 to go there from Selayang. I don't like Malaysia taxi drivers, well some of them. We decided to have another try. However, the Chinese taxi driver was very doggy. He kept looking at us, then smile like a pervert. Finally, we got into one taxi but he was pretty frustrated cause of all traffic jam lol. Anyhow, we went home safely and gone to bed very early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 12 a.m., yes, my birthday, and talked to Ace for almost 2 hours before going back to sleep. Now, sitting here, writting post, worry about the uncertainties in the house. Just hope that there's no more storms in the house today. I just want a peaceful birthday. Turning 22 is not a very easy thing for me. Feelin' that I'm getting older, more responsibility now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-1936350431275331549?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1936350431275331549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=1936350431275331549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1936350431275331549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1936350431275331549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-catherine.html' title='Happy Birthday Catherine'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SWmLPH0ZKFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/tjn_HGzG6OY/s72-c/IMG_1946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-6675952145332946325</id><published>2009-01-06T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:03:47.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Sweet sweet weeks</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend came to visit me on 19 December 2008. It was the sweetest weeks for me ever since I came back from his place on July (or August).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun  ~ 3 nights in Genting, 2 nights in Guoman Port Dickson Hotel, KLCC, Sg. Wang, Bowling in Midvalley, watched heaps of movies, The Cave and so on so on. We spent Christmas and New Year together. How sweet. Too bad he is not here on my birthday :( But it is ok, I have Georgy with me :)  Take good care of Squeesy aye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Awww ... I miss him so much ... Only a few minute he left then I couldn't help myself kept crying and crying, emberrasing, sobing while writting this post. Hope that we can see each other again SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-6675952145332946325?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6675952145332946325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=6675952145332946325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6675952145332946325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6675952145332946325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-sweet-weeks.html' title='Sweet sweet weeks'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-7715139605934296388</id><published>2008-12-08T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:30:59.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>Clumsy? Bad lucks?</title><content type='html'>Well, I fell off from the stairs a few days ago and got my left elbow hurt. Still in pain but getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my right foot stepped right into the Sony Ecrisson charger pointy part when I was still sleepy and without my glasses. Ouch! Cannot walk for the rest of the week I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy? Bad lucks? What's next then? Hopefully no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-7715139605934296388?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7715139605934296388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=7715139605934296388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/7715139605934296388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/7715139605934296388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/12/clumsy-bad-lucks.html' title='Clumsy? Bad lucks?'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-3283581864917053738</id><published>2008-11-19T10:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:09:54.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>The sister outing</title><content type='html'>Ok, nothing special really, just went to karaoke with both of the sisters for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so good to go out with close friends and family is I can just be whoever I want to be, take off my shoes or lay on the couch, take about 7 cup of different drinks (haha!) from the free snack bar and someone will actually agree with me and help me to do so. And when I sing it very very badly, they will just look at me and said "you sucks!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to TheBodyShop, ok, Apple Blossom Fragrance, special edition, was sold out!! In most of the places *sigh*. Oh well *shrug* Maybe we just don't match each other :(   *cries out loud*  You smell so damn good little bastard!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I had Burger King with them. I ordered Whopper, which is a bit bigger than what in my memory ... so full so full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, after that we went home, you know feelin' cranky being in a very crowded train. Have nice dinner with family! So full so full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-3283581864917053738?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3283581864917053738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=3283581864917053738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3283581864917053738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3283581864917053738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/out-with-sisters.html' title='The sister outing'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-1836125960343659651</id><published>2008-11-15T19:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:56:22.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>Anger Management and Malaysia Drivers Characteristics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/2929617/2/istockphoto_2929617_cranky_cactus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 380px;" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/2929617/2/istockphoto_2929617_cranky_cactus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really need to go for the lesson called "Anger Management".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! My mood been up and down lately, especially for this week, after only having not more than 20 hours sleep for a week and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alright in the morning, but gone really crazy in the evening because I am very very exhausted  and  there was huge traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish and stupid drivers everywhere in Malaysia. Everyone so 'kia shu' (scare to lose). These kinda drivers come from all ages, from the annoying stupid youngsters to the very aggressive uncle type. Driving up to town and also downtown makes me so damn mad!! Mad mad mad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characteristics for different types of drivers in KL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(the following contents are based on some of the drivers I came to confront so far, didn't mean to offend all of them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Truckies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These truckies are insane and crazy. Drive like they are speed racer or something. Of course I am not saying all. But some of them are really kia shu and so competitive. They thought they are like the handsome guys in speed racer (though I didn't think they are cute, my friends though they are), and when you looked at them after they passed you, they are just ordinary uncle type and very indecent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Example 1&lt;/span&gt;: They used the headlight to flash me asked me to move aside, while they actually drove slower than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Example 2&lt;/span&gt;: Truckies were driving very slow, so I drove a little bit faster because I really needed to change to that link for my turn. I gave signal, and they purposely drove as fast as I did, and not letting me passed. I had to slow down to probably 10 or 20 to let them passed first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Youngsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very very very kia shu, or stupid sometimes for the learner. Ok, maybe I shouldn't say that they are stupid, because I was like that too. So ok, I understand. But sometimes you really really just ... can't help and want to yell "Stupid!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Example 1:&lt;/span&gt; Kia shu people from my university. So, imagine, you want to make a turn, yes, you should give way, but it is pretty annoying when the line is too long and the drivers behind keep honing you. So, that's what will the drivers do around here. We move bit by bit, slowly getting out and make the turn. So back to the point, the youngsters will never let you cut their lines. Never! Even your car head is in the link already, they will still purposely drive very fast so that you can't get a chance to be in front of them. The cars were so closed together and almost crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Example 2: &lt;/span&gt;They drive very fast, though that they are so brilliant. Bad temper most of the time. Like the one I met today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Example 3: &lt;/span&gt;I am pretty sure there's a sign saying "one way only" but these learners they will just drive in anyway like nobody business! Then they will cause a traffic jam. We all at the behind have to wait for them to reverse their cars to get out of the way. Brilliant huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Uncle  and auntie type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the worst types. Not of all them are bad of course. But majority are terrible. Kia shu, stupid,  and rude are the nicest way and most polite words to describe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Example 1: &lt;/span&gt;Like the learners, drive into "one way only". The difference is, they knew it! They knew it was one way only, but they still insist to do that. It is also links to kia shu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Example 2:&lt;/span&gt; Drive very rudely, cut line like nobody business even though it may cause a crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Example 3:&lt;/span&gt; Busybody. Whenever there's accident, the whole road will be so damn traffic jam. Purposely drive slowly to see what happened and cause terrible traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my! Just cannot finish telling the stories. All of them are so damn interesting, aren't they? I just love Malaysia so so much. Malaysian really boleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to anger management. I was so cranky for the whole evening. No one in the house is sincerely. Well, at least I still can trust my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to music. Finally relax a bit. I am going to sleep until 10 tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-1836125960343659651?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1836125960343659651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=1836125960343659651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1836125960343659651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1836125960343659651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/anger-management-and-drivers.html' title='Anger Management and Malaysia Drivers Characteristics'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-5040923819226962936</id><published>2008-11-14T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:10:04.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>Mwahahaha!</title><content type='html'>Wooo Hoooooooooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!!!!! Finished!!!!! My Final Exam!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, it was a completely torture week for me. Didn't get more than 4 hours slept everyday. Even if I did, I need to wake up early in the morning and study until 1 a.m. midnight. My hairs fell out even more now. How wonderful. I guess after a week, I will ask my cousin where is the salon she told me the other time and go there for a treatment or something. It is pretty cheap, RM 260 include wash and the whole set of shampoo and treatment thingies for 6 months. Not a bad deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the whining part. My sisters asked me why I had to study so hard. So, why not? I can't afford to fail any of the subjects, don't want to retake the same subjects for a whole semester again. So, I met some very interesting people. Some of them suddenly became so close to me and my friend before the exam for tips, and then become completely stranger or monster for them after exam. Some promised to exchange study materials with me but never did it at the end. Funny. Well, it doesn't matter anyway, I don't lose a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so my plan for the next few 2 weeks that I can actually rest for a while before next semester started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sing K with sisters.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go out and eat.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chit chatting with friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. Go out for a tea with friends.&lt;br /&gt;5. Prepare things before Ace comes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Um... no other goody goody stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I cannot do any of this things first before I finished my quiz tomorrow and hand in a group assignment next Saturday (report of visiting a special home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yea. I'm currently running 2 blogs, contents pretty much the same. Pretty pointless sometimes but sad that I cannot give up any of them. Both are so nice. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired now, maybe a nap then study for tomorrow quiz later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-5040923819226962936?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5040923819226962936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=5040923819226962936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5040923819226962936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5040923819226962936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/mwahahaha.html' title='Mwahahaha!'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-5971251869331540870</id><published>2008-11-06T08:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:07:59.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Low low low</title><content type='html'>Sigh. Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed and feelin' low. Mom moved out. Who's the one that going to take care sisters and the family? Me again! How surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to wake up every early morning to send sisters to school. After that have to come back and do the other house chores. Oh yea right, just for my own information, I have exam coming soon next week! How delighting! How joyful! Not enough time to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Distraction + tiring = no mood to study.&lt;br /&gt;No mood + depression = either just pass or fail the exam.&lt;br /&gt;Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed off while I was on my way home this morning. Thought about my exam, my sleeping time, house chores, sisters, parents, family, annoying relatives and the damn contributors  behind my  house, using the freaking big machine, pounding those pillars or what-so-ever into the ground "pom pom pom!!!". So angry and low. Why is this happening to me? Why me? Why this family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars were moving slowly. Then something delighted me. A rainbow after the rain this morning. So huge and beautiful (it also means that the air is so damn dirty around here). Yea, maybe there will be a better and larger rainbow in my life after the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to have a nap now. Study later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-5971251869331540870?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5971251869331540870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=5971251869331540870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5971251869331540870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5971251869331540870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/low-low-low.html' title='Low low low'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-3604959642744701900</id><published>2008-10-31T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:58:22.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Me today</title><content type='html'>Right, there are only a few things for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to the Finland guy from one of my classes because we couldn't find the venue of the replacement class today. Funny, today was the last 2 lectures and then I only got to talk to these people that I rarely talk before. Well, he is leaving in mid December, back to Finland. So, happy staying in Malaysia and in HELP University College, foreign exchange student! (I still don't know how to pronounce their names correctly lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked dinner tonight. Noodles, fried chicken nuggets, and sweet and sour sauce. I give myself 100% hehe. Well, my cooking skill in level up up up-pu!! Hopefully can cook for Ace soon? And I believe it won't "poison" him this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather depressed and down today for no reason. It is getting worse and worse these few days. Hopefully I can get over it sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a quiz for tomorrow class. I know, it sucks to have class on weekend. Sign. Gam-ba-teh neh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-3604959642744701900?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3604959642744701900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=3604959642744701900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3604959642744701900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3604959642744701900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-today.html' title='Me today'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-3865109863283532623</id><published>2008-10-29T10:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:12:39.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Cathy's daily short stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Officially an independant child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it. They did it yesterday. I don't know why she was so firm and wanted to sign on that bloody paper but I guess maybe it is what's best for them so far. Can I say we could be like just before? I'm not sure to be honest. We still went out to have dinner, as a whole, just like before. Happier than what happened for the past few months but there's still something that makes me chill. No matter what happened, it was for sure. Now, I am officially an independant child who can choose not to stay with anyone, leave here and become an irresponsible sister. Who knows what am I going to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Muzzle for the poor dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and cold-blooded sisters agreed to get muzzle for Bebe and Bun because Bebe bite them. Well, I can justify good reasons why he "attacked" them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1. Bebe wanted to protect me&lt;br /&gt;    2. Sisters made Bebe angry by doing something he doesn't like how other people treated him&lt;br /&gt;    3. Bebe always tends to get a bit nervous and wants to tell everyone when he heard someone         is home.&lt;br /&gt;    4. Bun bites everything in the house, from A to Z.&lt;br /&gt;    5. Both of them bark loud sometimes when some strangers around/ when my dad is around             (Bebe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, they got it. But only a few sizes left. We chose the smallest size that available in the pet shop. It is a still a bit big for Bebe and Bun. So sad to see Bebe having it on. I took it off for him several times. Couldn't help, he looked very very very depress while he had it on :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mysterious weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me check how much I weight now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I've lost 2 kg!! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, no. I just temporarily lost 2 kg at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, well as BMI tested, my body fluid circulation is not very good. So sometimes I tend to gain more weight though I didn't eat at all for a whole day but just drank isotonic drinks or just water. I think it is getting worse. My legs tend to get a little bit swollen up if I sit uncomfortably for a while. It is very irritating. Hope that I can get to fix it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Moving out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad ended his partnership with uncle and got a job in another uncle's factory. Well, it is better for him. No more working on Saturday and Sunday and some public holidays. No more saying not enough money and therefore didn't get any salary or bonus for the months and years. No more saying still owing whichever companies for thousand and thousand of money. No more cheating and stealing my dad's money from his bank for them! Hurray! I think my dad made a wise choice. It is time for them to take whatever they did before and my dad is supposed to get whatever he deserves for all the hard works through all those years. In your face, smelly-money-stealer! (haha not creative at the moment to give them a better name, though I do have a better name for them, due to ethics issue, I will not say it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends and Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, as I know, I got disappointed enough from people. However, I am glad that I know who are my best friends when I was in deep shit. Thanks for helping me when I needed you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and of course, thanks to my boyfriend who eventually evolves to a warm-hearted creature :P He was there when I needed him. Well, not all the time but it is improving. Love you ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Continue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Corena and I told her that I was strong and I will hang in there, least I can do. I am glad I mean it while I said it. I'm also glad that I had a talk with my auntie. She is the nicest auntie in the world. Thanks for everything. I will be tough and strong. I believe it helps me to become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yo'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the force always be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-3865109863283532623?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3865109863283532623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=3865109863283532623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3865109863283532623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3865109863283532623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/cathys-daily-short-stories.html' title='Cathy&apos;s daily short stories'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-3344785679797722622</id><published>2008-10-28T01:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:25:59.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Happy Early Halloween</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween! Well, I know it is a bit early to say that, hmm well 3 days early but I "celebrated" it yesterday *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hadn't gone out all together for a long time. So yup, we went to 1u yesterday, had shabu-shabu and I bought a pair of new shoes (I really am short of shoes ok). Before we left, we saw a Halloween festival thingie where they sold a lot of Halloween stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying walking around with my high-heel shoes, they are pretty cool. 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SQYFL0ccTAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/oCJ_yFaO3Ho/s320/DSC00597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261898915243641858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SQYDQJ5qHLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/zGUF2GCT_yw/s1600-h/DSC00591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SQYDQJ5qHLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/zGUF2GCT_yw/s320/DSC00591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261896790699547826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-3344785679797722622?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3344785679797722622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=3344785679797722622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3344785679797722622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3344785679797722622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-early-halloween.html' title='Happy Early Halloween'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SQYDPQ2nuiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VN2pEjjpoSo/s72-c/me3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-1748032372084308193</id><published>2008-10-18T14:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:22:48.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well finally, I took Moral Studies this short semester. At first I though I was gonna be alone luckily one of my friends is taking that subject too so I can relax a bit now. Not that I can't survive in a new class without knowing anyone, it is just that it may be a bit hard to join a group or get any members for the group assignments. This semester, we have 1 individual assignment, 1 group project (visiting special home), and 1 group presentation. Of course, these assessments can be done by individual from what the lecturer said. But wouldn't it be easier if there are more people doing it? This subject is not going to help me to gain anything for my certificate actually. Anyhow, still need to try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current subjects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, almost final exam. I still feel like it was just only started a new semester for certain subjects. Yes, I gained a bit of knowledge by going to these classes, but... sigh. Never mind. I was supposed to start my assignment last week after I interviewed. But having too many problems in the house, I have been demotivated. I've been telling myself that I need to start doing it, at least from today. Due date is next Friday. Gam ba teh, Li Lin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize that being a mom is not easy. Just taking care around the house everyday, routinely, already killing half of me. Not that I'm weak, I kept telling myself to be tough and responsible, I know I can gain heaps from it, but somehow deep down inside, I am so tired. Tired of taking care around the house, sisters, and even my parents. I tried to stay positive, but I am so worried I will just fall apart again. Wasn't easy to walk out and step up again from depression, worried will go back to how it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, my lousy car broke down yesterday because the oil burnt out, ha! Luckily, parents were around that area and came to save us. Was thinking to drive to uni today for the 3 hours lecture. Anyway, it was late, I had to take taxi to uni. The taxi driver was ok, speak well english. They were pretty mad at the other taxi drivers who rip off from all the people. So do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, nothing special. Saw some other people have fun in the party, doing their hobbies, going out, a whole family having dinner happily together. It actually makes me feel sad deep down inside. Because of my parents, I lost my life as a happy student. Yes, I dare to blame it on them, they have to take part of the responsibility. I have to cut all my social life and my own time at the moment and I don't know how long it gonna be like that. Yes, as the eldest in the house, yes I have to take care of everyone, but not my parents as well. Ok, maybe I should, for a little while, while they are not in a good mood, but not the rest of my life, right? I'm not saying that I don't want to take care of them when they are old, but when they are having conflicts. Emotional torture I can tell. Everyone seems to be very childish when they are in arguments. So, yes, as a daughter, as the eldest, I have to consider not to hurt everyone, and take good care of them, but who on earth is going to take care of me, well at least my emotional? It's too hard, too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day. Good bad bad good. Don't know when it is gonna end. If they don't end this matter soon, I will end myself later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some time to think about the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My puppies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe doesn't want to go downstairs with me anymore in the morning because he knows I am gonna scold him for peeing everywhere around the house. He just doesn't like to pee in the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was waiting for me yesterday when I was in the uni. Was so happy to see me home :) I'm glad at least someone cares about my existent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-1748032372084308193?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1748032372084308193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=1748032372084308193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1748032372084308193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1748032372084308193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-2733626647914444288</id><published>2008-10-12T07:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T07:44:02.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Interview for the first time</title><content type='html'>As the title stated, yes I interviewed important people for my first time. It was quite fun actually for going around and see the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some reasons, my sister couldn't accompany me to the company yesterday. So, I asked HiJin to go with me. I really really really appreciate her for accompanying me for a whole half day while she supposed to be in her bed sleeping until 10 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to the company around Damansara Heights there. I was a little bit nervous because I never drove there by myself before. And finally, we found the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was pretty funny. The lady who came out to see us saying that Mr. Z that I'm going to interview was not around blah blah blah while I told him I already made an appointment with him. Later on, Mr. Z had to call on my cellphone to ask where was I and lol he was in the office. I was pretty sure the lady could have seen him in the office because it was a glass wall! Anyway, I didn't blame her. It was her job to protect the boss though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Z is a very very very very nice man :) I was blessed. Everything went very well. He agreed to take pictures with me and even sent us down to the building. Haha I was so clumsy and I dropped my cover there. He called me and asked me to pick it up. Again, I was blessed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the interview was shorter than I expected but I didn't blame on anyone because I didn't prepare well. Somehow, I gained my experience and I know what to do next time :) I also very appreciate Mr. Z's helps. I will try my best to work for the best for this assignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-2733626647914444288?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2733626647914444288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=2733626647914444288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2733626647914444288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2733626647914444288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/interview-for-first-time.html' title='Interview for the first time'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-7901095535983421888</id><published>2008-10-03T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:44:31.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Lol</title><content type='html'>Bebe  and  Bun's  new hair  style :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SOX3EwJzY0I/AAAAAAAAAXo/fN7MzI9lUU0/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SOX3EwJzY0I/AAAAAAAAAXo/fN7MzI9lUU0/s320/DSC00825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252876201415107394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SOX3FQvqUNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ILgnwGUZaao/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SOX3FQvqUNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ILgnwGUZaao/s320/DSC00824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252876210163830994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-7901095535983421888?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7901095535983421888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=7901095535983421888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/7901095535983421888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/7901095535983421888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/lol.html' title='Lol'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SOX3EwJzY0I/AAAAAAAAAXo/fN7MzI9lUU0/s72-c/DSC00825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-4829122223410214864</id><published>2008-10-02T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:40:53.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>我的快乐会回来的</title><content type='html'>I've been not feeling very well lately. First of all, the period pain. Second, family issues. Third, fever , then family issues again. I prayed and prayed not for a better life with tons of money and fames, but a happy family. I kept telling myself I have to be tough and strong. I still have my sisters to take care of. But yesterday, with the fever and all the stresses, I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired. Very tired. Extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't care more. I shouted. I cried. I am totally disappointed.  I couldn't keep it to myself. I fell apart. I just want everything back to normal, just like before. Just a simple request, but it seems like very hard to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been staying in my room all day all night. I've tried to do my assignments or some reading but I couldn't concentrate.  I don't know what to do next. I just don't dare to imagine what will happen next, to be more accurate. I am so panicking, so scared. It ain't like me... not the new me. I failed. I failed to be the new me, the strong and tough me. I am too tired to be strong at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want? I just want to be alone. Not seeing my parents or any other relatives, or friends. I just want to be alone. Let everything solved by itself then I will step up again. Seriously, I hate being questioned what to do next? Why? Why? Why? How? What? I don't know! Don't ask me, I am also the person who is currently suffering from stress. I also want to know why and how, or maybe I don't really want to know at all... maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still having fever, a bit. Headache, yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-4829122223410214864?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4829122223410214864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=4829122223410214864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4829122223410214864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4829122223410214864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='我的快乐会回来的'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-7262122485202259777</id><published>2008-09-14T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:18:23.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Bebe 出游惊魂记</title><content type='html'>当我们在小妹去亲戚家时，老爸打电话来，说我们家的狗跑出去了。我听了马上下一大跳，因为我家的狗很少出去，他们铁定会迷路的。我妈马上驾车回家。在这趟回去的路程中，我从未意识到会那么的遥远。。我真得很想马上跑回家！当我一到家的门口，我马上下车，跑去找 Bebe。 我沿着路，喊着它的名字，心里很着急。最后我看到它了，他跑到我的脚下，手脚都发软了， 不停的哭泣。我抱着它， 抱他回家冲凉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我发现我真得不能没有 Bebe。然后我发现，专属天使这个歌可以变得很美丽。我衷心的把这首歌献给 Bebe。 Bebe 我爱你。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-7262122485202259777?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7262122485202259777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=7262122485202259777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/7262122485202259777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/7262122485202259777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/bebe.html' title='Bebe 出游惊魂记'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-6221413131682274794</id><published>2008-09-13T11:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:00:21.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>专属天使</title><content type='html'>听了，哭了，失落了。曾经何时有的感觉，现在都一一消失。是谁的错？是否还能补救？是否还能像以前一样好？还是和以前一样悲伤？心事谁能知？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我告诉我自己，这是最后一次了。如果他再不懂我，我就安静的离开。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_hhLS9nDLK8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_hhLS9nDLK8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;專屬天使 &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/TANK" title="TANK"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;我不會怪你　對我的偽裝&lt;br /&gt;天使在人間是該藏好翅膀&lt;br /&gt;人們愚蠢魯莽　而妳纖細善良　&lt;br /&gt;怎能讓妳為了我被碰傷&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小小的手掌　厚厚的溫暖　&lt;br /&gt;妳總能平復我不安的夜晚&lt;br /&gt;不敢想的夢想　透過妳的眼光　&lt;br /&gt;我才看見它原來在前方&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有誰能把妳搶離我身旁　&lt;br /&gt;妳是我的專屬天使　&lt;br /&gt;唯我能獨佔&lt;br /&gt;沒有誰能取代妳在我心上　&lt;br /&gt;擁有一個專屬天使　&lt;br /&gt;我哪裡還需要別的願望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小小的手掌　大大的力量　&lt;br /&gt;我一定也會像妳一樣飛翔&lt;br /&gt;妳想去的地方　就是我的方向　&lt;br /&gt;有我保護笑容儘管燦爛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有誰能把妳搶離我身旁　&lt;br /&gt;妳是我的專屬天使&lt;br /&gt;唯我能獨佔&lt;br /&gt;沒有誰能取代妳在我心上&lt;br /&gt;擁有一個專屬天使　&lt;br /&gt;我哪裡還需要別的願望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要不是妳出現　我一定還在沉睡　&lt;br /&gt;絕望的以為　生命只有黑夜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有誰能把妳搶離我身旁　&lt;br /&gt;妳是我的專屬天使　&lt;br /&gt;唯我能獨佔&lt;br /&gt;沒有誰能取代妳在我心上&lt;br /&gt;擁有一個專屬天使&lt;br /&gt;我哪裡還需要別的願望 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-6221413131682274794?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6221413131682274794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=6221413131682274794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6221413131682274794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6221413131682274794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_13.html' title='专属天使'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-4016607652065207924</id><published>2008-09-09T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:06:31.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>:\</title><content type='html'>There are not much nice movies on lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is ticking away, and I am very stressed about the assignment that have to interview the sales manager. Even though I have already contacted the company, but they do not seem to entertain me. Furthermore, I've been sick lately, physical and mental sick. It kind of de-motivate me for doing anything. I'm just so tired and want to lie in bed and sleep all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend broke up with her boyfriend. I was very shocked. Then I asked more about what happened and I got more and more uncomfortable. It reminds me of my own experiences before. It reminds me of what happened for the past few years. I got a chill and been really uncomfortable for the whole day. Even now, I still a bit stress or whatever when I think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few days ago, I was thinking that it seems like I haven't cried for a long time already. Is it really good for me? I mean, not that I want bad things to come to me of course, but crying seems to be one of the ways that I get to relax myself. I wished I could cry again, even for a little while. And I did, last night. What am I crying for? The boy and the stress, I guess. I was pretty tensed yesterday due to the a lot of things + how my boyfriend treated me + the things he said, kinda trigger my grumpy and angry mood. I cried. Stress-less? I don't know, but I am pretty tired at the moment. I don't feel like to contact anyone at the moment. Not even my boyfriend. Come to think of it, it seems like he doesn't care sometimes. I don't know. I am very tired and I don't want the  old feelings come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have a shower, and have a glass of water. Hopefully, I can kick away the tiredness and start my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil' sister is having her first UPSR exam today. Hope she's doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-4016607652065207924?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4016607652065207924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=4016607652065207924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4016607652065207924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4016607652065207924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=':\'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-5856829151012678143</id><published>2008-09-05T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:58:10.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>A not ordinary day</title><content type='html'>Pretty amberasing and dissapointed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the assignment, I had to call to a pharmaceutical company. The HR lady was not really happy to entertain me. Well, I was thinking, ain't they suppose to be nice to everyone that call? Anyone could be the customers, anyone could be the one who in high position in them. But from her tone of voice, I think she was'nt really happy. Then I remember what my leturer told me " it's the real world" yea, well it is, the real world is always cruel.  But it is alright. For me, it is just another experince.  I don't want to let others to let me down cause it is stuipd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that made me feel ashmed today was I called my lecturer with my home phone (I've run out of credit). I called twice and then later on he called back to me. When he said "hello" then I realized it was him. "hello sir!" then he stopped talking. I knew he wasn't really like it. So I quickly told him my name and asked if he was free to talk to. I asked him some questions, but I was too nervous I tend to become a retard &gt;__&lt;; He must be thinking i am the rest of the 95%  now &gt;___&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to complete my letter and send to the HR lady on Monday. Hopefully everything will turn out well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-5856829151012678143?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5856829151012678143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=5856829151012678143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5856829151012678143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5856829151012678143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-ordinary-day.html' title='A not ordinary day'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-7332215401806606725</id><published>2008-08-30T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:57:27.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I'm very very sad today. I think i've lost my pretty pretty purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out having lunch with my sister yesterday in the mall near by. I remember when we were on the way home, I put my purse on my sister's lap. However, I can't really remember what happened net... Did I put it somewhere in the house and then don't know where it is, or did my sister lost it when she got out of the car? I'm not sure where it is. Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray and pray. Hopefully it will turn out from somewhere soon. I really really like the purse and the cards inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-7332215401806606725?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7332215401806606725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=7332215401806606725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/7332215401806606725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/7332215401806606725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-4612917790165116837</id><published>2008-08-26T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:46:13.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Special meal for Bebe</title><content type='html'>My Bebe is very thin, very very thin compare to Bun. I knew he was very hungry as he was in a crazy mood while he knew we were eating chicken wings lol! We tried to give him something to eat but he is like a 小爷仔, he sometimes refuses to eat "ordinary" food (for him lah) such as canned food, dog biscuits. To make him eat more and filling, I started to cook something special for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Bebe's menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs, 1 whole carrot, and some biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boil the eggs into 3/4 boiled, steam the carrot then cut it into little pieces. crack the eggs into a bowl and put the carrot in. Crunch the biscuits and mix with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe really likes it and he finished it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad he likes it though ^___^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-4612917790165116837?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4612917790165116837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=4612917790165116837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4612917790165116837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4612917790165116837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/special-meal-for-bebe.html' title='Special meal for Bebe'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-8026259164138704113</id><published>2008-08-18T21:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:49:05.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Goodies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Shabu-shabu, Bebe &amp; Bun</title><content type='html'>Pictures we took last Saturday while were having shabu-shabu in 1U shopping center:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SKl7b-EHsmI/AAAAAAAAARM/jwB66PeeVcI/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SKl7b-EHsmI/AAAAAAAAARM/jwB66PeeVcI/s320/DSC00388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235851762241876578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SKl7cNVLEZI/AAAAAAAAARU/4sLQipYnbl8/s1600-h/DSC00389+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SKl7cNVLEZI/AAAAAAAAARU/4sLQipYnbl8/s320/DSC00389+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235851766339932562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BeBe &amp;amp; Bun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SKl7cI1VBfI/AAAAAAAAARc/3edO6FHrKZs/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SKl7cI1VBfI/AAAAAAAAARc/3edO6FHrKZs/s320/DSC00312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235851765132625394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SKl7cfQptwI/AAAAAAAAARk/ifah4Z-1Jec/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SKl7cfQptwI/AAAAAAAAARk/ifah4Z-1Jec/s320/DSC00822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235851771152807682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SKl8f5Scc3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/SwH8VGnsOZM/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SKl8f5Scc3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/SwH8VGnsOZM/s320/DSC00374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235852929190884210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SKl8f32nL2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/QyGFUAfkGOA/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SKl8f32nL2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/QyGFUAfkGOA/s320/DSC00315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235852928805711714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SKl8gG3eUbI/AAAAAAAAASE/V2OMc4NL9fg/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SKl8gG3eUbI/AAAAAAAAASE/V2OMc4NL9fg/s320/DSC00316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235852932835856818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-8026259164138704113?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8026259164138704113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=8026259164138704113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8026259164138704113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8026259164138704113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/shabu-shab-bebe-bun.html' title='Shabu-shabu, Bebe &amp; Bun'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SKl7b-EHsmI/AAAAAAAAARM/jwB66PeeVcI/s72-c/DSC00388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-6980520051311223300</id><published>2008-08-18T20:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:48:00.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Today's summary</title><content type='html'>Today's summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Saw a pretty lady in the train this morning. Her dress is so pretty and she looks like a professional.  Everything looks cool except of her poor and bad quality earphones. I guess everyone in the train could hear what she was listening to, and it was pretty annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Group members for group assignment are decided...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Had KFC for lunch with HiJin. Yum KFC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sister bought slimming pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Asked 2 famous pharmacies permission to interview their sales manager but they told me honestly that these kinda big pharmacy firm will not entertain me at all. They suggested to go for the small pharmacy stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Successfully pairing Apple Wiresless Keyboard to my N800. Yeah for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-6980520051311223300?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6980520051311223300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=6980520051311223300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6980520051311223300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6980520051311223300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/todays-summary-1.html' title='Today&apos;s summary'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-4809446952874596520</id><published>2008-08-14T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:48:51.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Supper for Bebe and Bun</title><content type='html'>Mum told me that Bebe didn't have his dinner tonight. I look at him and begin to worry about his weight again. He is also 1 year old and his weight is still the same, or maybe lighter. In another hand, Bun is only 7 months old but she is way heavier than Bebe. So I decided to cook supper for my Bebe. He was very happy when I told him that I am going to cook him food :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did was having 2 potatoes with skin and 4 chicken livers. I made a chicken liver mash potatoes for them :) Bebe and Bun finished their plates until they are bling bling lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad they like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Bebe is laying next to me. Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-4809446952874596520?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4809446952874596520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=4809446952874596520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4809446952874596520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4809446952874596520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/supper-for-bebe-and-bun.html' title='Supper for Bebe and Bun'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-7898353725708709768</id><published>2008-08-14T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:52:21.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Back to normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.altmanphoto.com/Yeah.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.altmanphoto.com/Yeah.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to university! My parents don't really encourage me to drive to university because well the main reason is that they are worried, so am I. So I drove myself to KTM station and then took the train and bus. Honestly, I don't really need to drive to university because I only have 2 day classes in uni. Waste of money to buy the monthly parking ticket. I'm glad that I finally have my own car though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the second day in university. OMG, the lecturers already gave us the assignments, this and that *sigh* besides, 2 out of 3 subjects are so darn boring, 1 of them is very stressful. I need to interview some sales managers... as an individual not pair. Oh well... hopefully I could find someone because first come first serve, we can't interview the same person. Stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, there's 2 white guys in one of my classes. One from Germany the other from Finland. I told my mum about it and she was like "good, you have more choices now" LOL that was mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised my lil' sis that I will take her to 1U to eat shabu-shabu this  Saturday,  but I don't really want to go as I'm sure the traffic will be horrible on that day. Well, we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited that Ace is coming soon. So so excited. I want to go to eat shabu-shabu with him, go to night market with him, go to island and snorkeling with him, go to Genting and play those exciting yet scary games with him till I throw up! HAHAHAHA! My! So excited! I've told my parents that he's coming soon. Mummy said she will get him the bbq pork again lol. Happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed some books from the library. Hopefully I could get one of the assignment done during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-7898353725708709768?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7898353725708709768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=7898353725708709768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/7898353725708709768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/7898353725708709768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to normal'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-6282538798750909070</id><published>2008-08-07T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:35:49.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>I'm Home</title><content type='html'>It is just so strange ( maybe just me ) that this morning you woke up like the other day, had breakfast, kiss goodbye with your boyfriend and then at night you are thousand miles away from him, from everything you had done for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home, back to Malaysia. Happy yet sad. This is the third time for us to be apart and I don't know exactly when I will get to see him again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is different for me in Malaysia, well, haven't been home for a month or so, things sure change fast. The temperature is a bit hot for me, but I'm alright. I took the train home. I told myself that I cannot cry because he will be sad ( or maybe laugh in joy ) if he knows I'm crying. But I couldn't help myself... I cried in the plane, cried a bit in the train. I am not used to it yet. At that time, I was supposed to cuddle my boyfriend in the sleeping bag, criticizing each other and then plan what to do tomorrow. But I was all alone, carrying a big bag, with a very heavy body, traveling back to my home, thinking about the things bound to be happen soon: busy university life, annoying traffic, unfriendly people, these and that... ahhh.. how I wish I could hug my baby now until he get annoyed lol. Awww those beautiful day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, um well, I though I could run away from all those fleas but no!! Bebe has very serious fleas trouble!!! Man! And the fleas love me so much they want to bite me, just me! I gave Bebe an anti-fleas bath last night and earlier, and I will give him another bath later on. Can't really count on my sisters &gt;__&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to "singin' in the rain" haha and remind me of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Just singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;What a glorious feelin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy again&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing at clouds&lt;br /&gt;So dark up above&lt;br /&gt;The sun's in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I'm ready for love&lt;br /&gt;Let the stormy clouds chase&lt;br /&gt;Everyone from the place&lt;br /&gt;Come on with the rain&lt;br /&gt;I've a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the lane&lt;br /&gt;With a happy refrain&lt;br /&gt;Just singin',&lt;br /&gt;Singin' in the rain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss you baby.&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/28255963-6282538798750909070?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6282538798750909070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=6282538798750909070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6282538798750909070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6282538798750909070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-636502569636186874</id><published>2008-08-03T07:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:43:31.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Ace's little party</title><content type='html'>A lot of things had happened these few days, a lotta special little things and little secrets that will certain make me laugh and cry when I think about them in my Malaysia bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been tryin' to try something for a long time and it was always a failure due to some reasons. And finally! We finally succeed on Thursday and it carries on, Friday, Saturday lol. I'm very happy though, I can finally break through my fear. Greaaat Successss! lol :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ace suggested that we should see mum again before I leave, so we did. We had dinner with mum and Dave on Friday night at a restaurant called Rice ( I guess ) in town. It was a lovely night, lovely dinner, lovely wine. I have to admit that I was bit tipsy that night and drunk that might at some point because I already had some drinks before we met them :P so, half of the time I was like drownsy and blah blah blah blah a lot of noises gone into my ears but I could not really get them into my mind lol. Mum made Ace to take Rush for a walk because we had been keeping him for a whole night in the room, well, we did, but after a while we found out that the cat, Tammy was following us so we had to go home because Rush kept scaring Tammy and we really worried that she might get lost later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we did as we planned, had an early birthday dinner with Ace. I baked a banana cake for him as he wanted. Roasted chickens, pasta salad, steamed vegetables, jelly and some drinks. It was a very romantic night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we had some "arguements" sometimes, but everything went out pretty well. I quite enjoying that though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss everything over here :) and every little thing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SJTwNXHiBGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cLUs2xs6A4M/s1600-h/IMG_2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SJTwNXHiBGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cLUs2xs6A4M/s320/IMG_2389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230069179618559074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SJTwNXu_NqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/75KsyLYO2Wo/s1600-h/IMG_2390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SJTwNXu_NqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/75KsyLYO2Wo/s320/IMG_2390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230069179784050338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SJTwNsWBoNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/GU6-D5UJH-Q/s1600-h/IMG_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SJTwuTbzaMI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/bA7WGpnz2eo/s320/IMG_2402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230069745565526210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SJTw4hiIOuI/AAAAAAAAARE/UaDUUyuVvw0/s1600-h/IMG_2403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SJTw4hiIOuI/AAAAAAAAARE/UaDUUyuVvw0/s320/IMG_2403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230069921148844770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-636502569636186874?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/636502569636186874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=636502569636186874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/636502569636186874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/636502569636186874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/aces-little-party.html' title='Ace&apos;s little party'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SJTwNXHiBGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cLUs2xs6A4M/s72-c/IMG_2389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-8555472510631017245</id><published>2008-07-17T06:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T07:25:43.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Day to Museum</title><content type='html'>We picked up Adam and Dylan from mum's around 11 a.m. then went to the museum. Been a great day, not bad :) Had sushi and Subway for lunch and window shopped for a while to hunt for boots but didn't get any at the end tho :( But everything was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-0a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="375" width="450" style="width:450px;height:375px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-0a.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; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=72057594050065930&amp;site=widget-0a.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-8555472510631017245?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8555472510631017245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=8555472510631017245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8555472510631017245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8555472510631017245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-to-museum.html' title='Day to Museum'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-5211059401745869342</id><published>2008-07-10T06:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:13:07.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>A day in Ragitoto</title><content type='html'>Ace and I went to Ragitoto Island yesterday. We woke up at 6 in the morning, prepared everything and took the train. When we arrived at the jetty, it was only 8:40 am. A lot of people were there waitiing for the ferry to go to Ragitoto Island. It cost us $40 for the ferry. Oh by the way, it was so damn cold on the ferry... phewwww! Cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we arrived there. We walked another way and waited until everyone else left the main port cause seriously, for me, I don't really like to squeeze in the small path with bunch of people who also wanted to go to the top of the dead volcano. It was pretty fun. We did a lot of walking but I love the day out with Ace, it was romantic. I mean, yeah! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we reached the top. It took us about an hour or so to go up there. Saw a group of people "camping" there. So, we though they might be the group of people who joined the boot camp. Oh, what was very exciting about this trip was that we got to go into the lava cave. It wasn't that big as I expected but it was pretty an exciting adventure for me, though it was a short one. Along with us were 4 tourists from Eeurope. Haha, we didn't understsand what they were talking about as they spoke in spanish I guess but they are pretty noisy lol. The cave was very very very dark in there. Couldn't really see anything though so we had to walk slowly. It was getting narrower and narrower at the end of the cave. Some sharp stones above us as I saw. Anyway, we made it out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last ferry is 3:30 pm. Ace &amp;amp; I finished our juorney to the top and lava cave around 2 pm. We didn't manage to go to other places as it took a little while to go there and we really didn't want to miss the last ferry. So we waited at the jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we back to the city, we were went to the food court to get some food. Gosh, I finally got to eat something I really missed -- the Malaysian style food. We ordered the noodles with curry chicken. It was yummy yum yum. We've got a mega choc supashake from Wendy's and walked around the city. A lot of people were there around 5 pm, on the street. We had Burger King for dinner and then took the train home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were too tired so we decided to go to bed at 7 pm lol while what we planned earlier was to stay up all night to play Lego StarWars on Wii lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, one day gone but a lovely one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="left: 341px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-016173720360446642 visible ontop" href="http://widget-93.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-93.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="width: 450px; height: 375px;" height="375" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-93.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; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=72057594050052499&amp;amp;site=widget-93.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-5211059401745869342?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5211059401745869342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=5211059401745869342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5211059401745869342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5211059401745869342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-in-ragitoto.html' title='A day in Ragitoto'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-3823850936691701549</id><published>2008-07-07T05:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:41:18.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Bebe and Bun</title><content type='html'>I miss them so so so so so so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SHE7wCBAY6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/nrD8Hl0vvks/s1600-h/1_336243184l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SHE7wCBAY6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/nrD8Hl0vvks/s320/1_336243184l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220019139459965858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SHE7w2_vUdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/i1GvqZbJooA/s1600-h/1_592976003l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SHE7w2_vUdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/i1GvqZbJooA/s320/1_592976003l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220019153681732050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SHE7xD5ic0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/auO8pH5Zs0o/s1600-h/1_626841093l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SHE7xD5ic0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/auO8pH5Zs0o/s320/1_626841093l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220019157145383746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SHE7x9ueE_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/py4u-1g0QoY/s1600-h/1_718671003l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SHE7x9ueE_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/py4u-1g0QoY/s320/1_718671003l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220019172668216306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SHE7yHunb2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/TXdyJfavEeM/s1600-h/1_927663780l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SHE7yHunb2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/TXdyJfavEeM/s320/1_927663780l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220019175353184098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-3823850936691701549?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3823850936691701549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=3823850936691701549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3823850936691701549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3823850936691701549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/07/bebe-and-bun.html' title='Bebe and Bun'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SHE7wCBAY6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/nrD8Hl0vvks/s72-c/1_336243184l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-568576391823261712</id><published>2008-07-03T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:30:38.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>The sky is crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.suicidekiss.com/graphics/pictures/albums/gothic/sad00046.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.suicidekiss.com/graphics/pictures/albums/gothic/sad00046.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is cryin', so does my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so depressed at this moment. Why? Maybe I stuck in the house too long today? Sick of being trapped inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I'm just a failure. Don't know if I should put too much loves in someone or something, cause I know, someday I'm going to, or just might lose them ...  I kept thikin', what will actually happen if I lose them one day? What's my life gonna be? I don't know ... and it just makes me more depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like keepin' everyone away and just stay in somewhere by myself, lookin' out the window when it is raining. Quiet and peaceful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-568576391823261712?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/568576391823261712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=568576391823261712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/568576391823261712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/568576391823261712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/07/sky-is-crying.html' title='The sky is crying'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-1439365891950305791</id><published>2008-06-30T05:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T05:28:53.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Out walking</title><content type='html'>Was out Ace today in the cold ... we took the train to Britomart (not sure if it is spelled like this).  Had Onion Baji from the indian stall which costs us 2 dollars for 3. Not bad, later on we had Burger King for lunch. So darn full that afternoon. We decided to walk back home. It is very expansive to take the public transport in NZ though, around 5 dollars and 60 cent for 2 persons. So I think it is actually cheaper to take your own car here. Anyway, we walked around 6++km home. My legs were really sore that day. Oh, I've got ear piercing as well. haha. Not really painful but very expansive. 36 dollars for 2 while it was only around 10 or 20 RM in Malaysia. Somewhat they are more professional. I had to fill in some forms and got a bottle of solution to clean my ears everyday after my shower. I cannot take the ear rings out for another 6 weeks. Unlike my sister who just took it out on the day she had the piercing which I think it is better in this way because I don't really get anymore infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SGqfBPs4hgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Bt7OyyrYZqM/s1600-h/IMG_2135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SGqfBPs4hgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Bt7OyyrYZqM/s320/IMG_2135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218157962005612034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SGqfBQvI_DI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0ucVcQaH87k/s1600-h/IMG_2136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SGqfBQvI_DI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0ucVcQaH87k/s320/IMG_2136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218157962283514930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SGqfBjDmkcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/p2y9r9bsep0/s1600-h/IMG_2138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SGqgDA_i0lI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bwte1Hn_FJw/s320/IMG_2143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218159091928715858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SGqgDRBohUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/vSkIlcq2CPs/s1600-h/IMG_2145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SGqgDRBohUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/vSkIlcq2CPs/s320/IMG_2145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218159096232445250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SGqgD7ikm4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/rq6dHu76c2o/s1600-h/IMG_2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SGqgD7ikm4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/rq6dHu76c2o/s320/IMG_2148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218159107644889986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SGqgERpckSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4Fc3Ox1YlAw/s1600-h/IMG_2149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SGqgERpckSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4Fc3Ox1YlAw/s320/IMG_2149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218159113579303202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-1439365891950305791?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1439365891950305791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=1439365891950305791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1439365891950305791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1439365891950305791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/06/out-walking.html' title='Out walking'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SGqfBPs4hgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Bt7OyyrYZqM/s72-c/IMG_2135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-8191789714996750506</id><published>2008-06-23T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:21:30.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Adios, my turtles amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.health-in-action.org/library/pdf/Shaken%20Baby/Images/Waa%20cry%20baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.health-in-action.org/library/pdf/Shaken%20Baby/Images/Waa%20cry%20baby2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents took my turtles and release them into the pond yesterday early morning, while we were all still sleeping *sob sob* I had them for around 4 years or maybe 5 years already. Remember the time I always put them out there for a sun bath and feed them with papaya (it is their favourite  fruit!). But it is right to release them back into the nature again. They shouldn't be kept into the aquarium for a life time. It is just that .... sad ... I'll miss you all babes! You guys been so sweet and tender. Much love xoxoxoxoxo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other matters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to have my own car soon hehehe. Well, it is a second hand car from me mum, but better than none aye :D I am not sure if I would drive a lot since the price of the petrol is going up like crazy! Man, how are we all gonna survive with that? It is going to increase some more from what I've heard... sad ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a new sun glasses from A-Look yesterday, for free! Well, not a bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been doing the packing lately, off to NZ again! Only this time is winter. I haven't been to a place that's real cold before but I know I'm gonna hate the cold. Give muah back da summer!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had nightmare, kinda like the whole town here was haunted. And I almost lost my precious Bebe and sister. Thanks god it was just a dream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad still doesn't want to talk to me much. But it is alright. I'll prove that I can do well for my life and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some nuts came and cut all the trees down on the empty lot behind my house. No more trees and bushes that keep the hot outta my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-8191789714996750506?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8191789714996750506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=8191789714996750506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8191789714996750506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8191789714996750506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/06/adios-my-turtles-amigo.html' title='Adios, my turtles amigo'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-7195260789566706080</id><published>2008-06-15T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:52:18.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Next thing to do</title><content type='html'>Happy family is very impottant for the growth of the children., especially those little children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to see my lil' sister gone crazy last night. I'm so so worried that she will grow up to be some sort of ... you know, maniac lol Right, not supposed to say my sister like that. Well, at least I hope she could grow up happily and will not experience any shitty things like I did. Yes, nothing in the world is more important than my dear dear sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was last night a full-moon night? It seems to me that people always not really happy in full-moon night. After arguing with my boyfriend, I got really upset. It reminds me of what happened for the past few years. I'm scared, I don't want to go back to the old path. I want to be in love to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying in a harsh condition family is hard, having hopes is even harder. As the eldest daughter in the house, i must have to take care of my sisters. We look after each other. Because I realise, no matter how close you were with anyone, they will just helped on physical things, they never helped or want to help in the mental things. Maybe because of it, I get kinda hard to believe in anyone easily.  People always take advantages of me, I helped as much as I could, cause I though it could change their minds and be nicer to me. Funny to say that, everytime tried, everytime failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, now I just want to be with my sisters and my pets. They always be with me whenever I need them. But Bebe always barks and Bun always jumps around lol. I want to live better than anyone else I know. Study hard and earn a lot of money then take my sisters get the hell outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the right way to lose my body weight, I will try hard to do so. Next thing hmm, I kinda like the new fregrance from Banana Republic. And me and my sisters want a camera. Yup, next target, fregrance and camera. Then a laptop for my sisters and I. This Saturday is giong to my sister's school to take the report card for her. Still thinking if I should go to kareoke wtih my suster and her friends. Maybe can get to know more friends. I hope the war can stop soon. I really don't want anymore worse thing happen. I pray to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-7195260789566706080?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7195260789566706080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=7195260789566706080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/7195260789566706080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/7195260789566706080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/06/next-thing-to-do.html' title='Next thing to do'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-8603312608920098599</id><published>2008-06-13T12:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:58:31.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>The blah blah Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Campaign:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so nobody came. We had to go and look for the friends and friends' friends to come and join the talk. The companies that came for giving the talk was pretty mad as they were waiting for 30 minutes ++ and still no one came. Our lecturer mad at us as there were no one came and so ashamed for the companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The XX Gym Center didn't show up on our booth. They went to the other group instead. Well, great, we had learn a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people from The Art of Living are just so damn nice. They prepared the food and everything with the greatest ingredients. They sold those food without having the intension to earn anything back. All the money were donated to the China Earthquake victims. Besides, we really want to thank to all those kind people who donated the money. We had been collected around 370RM for 2 days just to sell and got donation from the people who passed by. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, I had learn some useful breathing techniques + yoga from The Art of Living which helped me to relax and release stress. They weren't really happy as not many people came for the activities. But oh well. Still have to thank them for being so kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SFIybWhQzwI/AAAAAAAAANU/oKc3y_Wu4Jk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SFIybWhQzwI/AAAAAAAAANU/oKc3y_Wu4Jk/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211283164304035586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SFIybjcmXaI/AAAAAAAAANc/E-EuKAppCw0/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SFIybjcmXaI/AAAAAAAAANc/E-EuKAppCw0/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211283167774137762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SFIybqMnbQI/AAAAAAAAANk/os1dyftJeFU/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SFIybqMnbQI/AAAAAAAAANk/os1dyftJeFU/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211283169586146562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SFIycOQ2C_I/AAAAAAAAANs/_yoE4hVBRk0/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SFIycOQ2C_I/AAAAAAAAANs/_yoE4hVBRk0/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211283179267558386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SFIycG35RkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/eD4GRWgR4GA/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SFIycG35RkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/eD4GRWgR4GA/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211283177283864130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SFIyq57VSGI/AAAAAAAAAN8/a143C0sg6lY/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SFIyq57VSGI/AAAAAAAAAN8/a143C0sg6lY/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211283431506659426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was somewhat a mess when we were working on the report for the campaign. Some of the people just not sure what's their work and all that. At the end, me and another girl had to be mean to force everyone to finish their parts before the due date. I took about 3 hours ++ just to correct the grammars for the report ... before the due time ... on the due date ... lol ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The exam: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First paper was Distribution &amp;amp; Logistics Management. It was alright. Didn't have time to study all of the powerpoints so I just studied for only the essay part. Well, I had finished 6 questions as it required but not really confident in multiple-choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second paper was Consumer Behaviour. It was a nightmare. Though lecturer already gave a hint that one of the 2 case study would come out for the exam. However, a lot of people aimed at the Rabbit Meat case study. Some of my course mates also kept telling me that case study was gonna come out for the exam. But thanks God, I didn't listen to them. I focused more on the Treviparks case study, which was the one came out for the exam. I could hear some of them sighing loud in the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the final exam time is 3 hours. I spent around 1 hours 30 minutes to finish answering the case study, under the condition that I had prepared the exactly same case study before the exam. It was not because the case study was too long or complicated, it was the answers that we had to give. OMG, I used 2 booklets for just only the 2 questions in the case study. We had to answer the 6 steps of consumer decision making process and the marketing mix (4 Ps), each part had to write around 1/3 page or half a page. Man, total up 10 parts, can you imagine how fast we all had to write? After that, there were still 3 "short" essay questions. Oh boy, they are not short at all ... lol. I managed to finish all of them: the case study and the 3 essay questions. However, I ain't really sure if I had got the answers correct. The lecturer is very strict on the answers we gave. If you answer the questions without linking it to any consumer behaviours concepts, then you fail, even though you may write 3 booklets. So, I was kinda worried about it. I do not want to fail, in fact, I can't fail any of them cause I am under government loan. But then, I have confidence in self that I will at least get a credit, pass or something :) Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't put on contact lenses much lately because I always went to bed late and woke up early in the morning. Not good to put on. Besides, I think the solutions for my lens are too strong. It always makes me eyes sore a bit. The lady in the glasses store asked me to change to another brand, which I do not have much time to go on the shops to buy for it now. It was such a waste though. I only used it a few times in last month. Might consider to buy the one-day-use later on. Oh, I have got new glasses lol. Finally!! My friends said that I look better in this one, well of course lol, the one I used to have was very old already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I had a BMI test on the campaign day. The results showed that my body did not  contain too much fats but I'm way too heavy for an asian girl. So, they said that it maybe my bones are too heavy, circulation of body fluid in the body is slow, or hormone unbalance. I think it is because of the circulation and hormone. As I had a body checked before, and that's what my doctor told me. So, now I that I know I don't have much fats in me, that's mean I can eat a lot of KFC!! Hehehehe. Oh, by the way, KFC in Malaysia is way better than in New Zealand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, myself not very happy these few days. I know very well what a life I want and what I want to look for in love, family, life and so on. But life is always very cruel. Either you get one and lost another or you don't get any of what you deserve to have. Lookin' in the mirror and still look fat and ugly. Sigh. But, anyway, I'm glad I was busy to keep these things off my mind. I wish I could be busy sometimes, in fact, always busy, so I could live happier and only have to complain about Oh-I-am-very-very-busy-lately *thumbs up* I want to be alone, a loner and only want Bebe with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snap snap* Well back to reality, still have one more exam next Friday. After that might want to go to have shabu-shabu with Giang and friends, or just my sisters. Oh um, Bun keeps going into my room and jumps on my bed lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I need to do some shopping before heading to NZ, maybe.. or hang out with my old friends, my sisters, or my sister's friends. Don't know, I hope I have more time to spend for myself in the holiday. I want to watch a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot of movies and buy a camera again and take a lot a lot a lot a lot of pictures when I go everywhere. I want to learn how to swim and go to Lang Tengah Island, Redang Island or any islands to do snorkeling again. I want to go bowling. I want to lay on the grass and cry out loud for the shitty things in my life. I want to blah blah blah *snap* Ok, I am going to have a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios amigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-8603312608920098599?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8603312608920098599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=8603312608920098599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8603312608920098599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8603312608920098599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='The blah blah Update'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SFIybWhQzwI/AAAAAAAAANU/oKc3y_Wu4Jk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-8003067767261764004</id><published>2008-05-26T19:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:10:21.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>Bad Mood Activated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDqoMvoqSPI/AAAAAAAAANE/KPuwwFKuzuc/s1600-h/teacher+in+bad+mood+angry+upset+mad-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDqoMvoqSPI/AAAAAAAAANE/KPuwwFKuzuc/s320/teacher+in+bad+mood+angry+upset+mad-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204657256278935794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why we all have to be so busy until we don't have time for this and that. If it is for something that worth it then yea I don't mind to do it until I have no time to eat. But it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group project is a disaster, a totally messed up project. There are too many uncertainty in the group and the event is coming on this Thursday. Some of the members are irresponsible and some just refuse to listen or accept other's opinions even though there were 5 against 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot blame them because I bear some of the faults. If we have so many noises in the group, why no one ever stood up and make it out loud? I guess we are all too kind and too nice till we are so afraid to hurt someone's feelings. Well, at least I did it once, at the very beginning of the project. However, some of them just don't know how to listen and work as a team. If they listen to what the others had been suggested and accept the faulty ideas that had been pointed out, we wouldn't be in deep shit now. When I said deep shit, I really mean it. We make everything so big, and everyone knows about us, but we can't even confirm anything. Lecturers, staff and employees are annoyed because some of the members kept going after them for helps while we suppose to provide helps for them. Even the lady in the office also kinda insulted us for making it loud but nothing comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone would actually listen, take everyone's opinions and suggestions and consider it seriously, we wouldn't become like this. I mean, come on, how many people will really be so so so so so so interested, come for an 1 hour talk, dress up seriously and then join our exercises while they are so darn busy preparing everything for the new coming students? Not many people will do that. Come to think of it, if everyone agree to do only the herbal remedies like we suggested at the first place, we are already well prepared and enjoying the process ( we did very well for advertising, well at least better than other groups, so far). Oh yea, don't even let me get to start on the survey. We contributed a lot of it just to cancel out some of the activities, but guess what? They still want to do all of it! And our priority, herbal remedies, now are all canceled. The members who are very interested in doing this now already fed up and seem like do not have the heart to do anything at all now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and the XX Gym Center, OMG they are so cunning! They just kept bossing us around and use us to advertise just for them, like free agent. I know I know, it is the real world, but hey, they were the one who were sooooooo "nice", "kind" and "flexible" first. Now, they are working with another group and hiding it from us, then let both of us fight and then tried to kick us out of the game. They even stole our idea and make it benefits for them. It was a win-win situation but now it turns to be win - lose lose lose situation. I know are just students, but they cannot be so damn rude to us. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And they claim themselves are professional?! HA!&lt;/span&gt; You will get know what I mean when you read their replies and the way they talk to us. It is just like we are begging them or something. We give them venue for free to advertise themselves and help us in the project at the same time but now they just want everything!! Everything single flipping thing! I really wonder whether they worry we give bad word-of-mouth all around the place or not. For me, I definitely will never ever work with this XX Gym Center again. Don't even mention signing up their courses. And also, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will never recommend  anyone that I know of to go to this gym center. Never! Never was, never will be. &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/28255963-8003067767261764004?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8003067767261764004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=8003067767261764004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8003067767261764004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8003067767261764004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/05/disaster.html' title='Bad Mood Activated'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDqoMvoqSPI/AAAAAAAAANE/KPuwwFKuzuc/s72-c/teacher+in+bad+mood+angry+upset+mad-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-5816096049177475485</id><published>2008-05-21T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:17:08.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>I Love Food!</title><content type='html'>It is funny to learn marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to KFC restaurant a few this lately. Their chickens are getting smaller and smaller, their burgers also. The fish fillet burgar is only half of my palm. ... and zinger burger is getting smaller also :(   Their princes are not getting smaller and smaller, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other day, we went to Kenny Rodger Roaster in The Curve. Yum! Their roasted chickens are getting bigger. Very big indeed.   Their side dishes also a lot. Was very full the other day. Yup, their prince increase, but their food is getting a lot more :) They are having a Narnia 2 promotion. I'd like to go there again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another update for today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very very tired today. I woke up at 6 in the morning went to the class at 8 a.m. As usual, the train was very packed. 3 hours lecture with only 5 minutes break. After lecture, a rush lunch time, then met the people from Fitness First and negotiated the details her. My friends said the whole thing is a bit cunning lol. Anyway, the plan that we planned was outta our expeted. Anyway, we get to know the real world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have a lot of things to do. And a lot of things haven't confirmed yet. I stayed bakk until 4 something just now and home around 7 p.m. Later on, I need to adjust and redo the registration form and later on have to do the banners ... Now only have a little time to blog. I will want to do some of the other assignments later otherwise I might not hand in on time. So, next Monday I have to hand in Logistic assignment, Friday have to hand in Innovative product and pricing assingment. The date of the events changed to 29th and 30th of May. So, busy busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to lay on the sofa, eat chips, drink milk, and lay on Ace's lap and watch the movie all day long. I'll wait, it will coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-5816096049177475485?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5816096049177475485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=5816096049177475485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5816096049177475485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5816096049177475485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-food.html' title='I Love Food!'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-8292705080233654008</id><published>2008-05-20T19:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:55:49.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Wow! Haven't blogged for a long time. Been busy like hell ... assignments, activities, events blah blah blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... what did I do for the past few weeks .... hmmm ... I can't remember lol and Bebe is sniffing my leg &gt;____&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, currently we are organizing a health event in our university. Our target is lecturers, staffs and employees. I'm in charged of designing the posters and flayers. I also designed those little apples that hang on the ceiling. Apparently my apples are every where in the university hehehe.l I'm proud of myself. As for the flayer, I made it into an apple brochure instead of A4 size. It will be more attractive for the people I guess because people like me, will just glance through the flayer and then throw away or reuse it as a note or something. Anyway, we are gonna put the timetable for the activities. Hopefully this design will not be too "childish" for them ^___^;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDLIxxJhNLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/BK03LIDjuAU/s1600-h/apple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDLIxxJhNLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/BK03LIDjuAU/s320/apple1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202441276898751666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDLD1xJhNFI/AAAAAAAAAME/C_x12rohQ6o/s1600-h/apple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDLD1xJhNFI/AAAAAAAAAME/C_x12rohQ6o/s320/apple2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202435848060089426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDLD1xJhNGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/eT6K9v-HIXI/s1600-h/%E6%89%AB%E6%8F%8F0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDLD1xJhNGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/eT6K9v-HIXI/s320/%E6%89%AB%E6%8F%8F0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202435848060089442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brochures (Front &amp;amp; Back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDLD1xJhNHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Q7-ZbUmNnYs/s1600-h/%E6%89%AB%E6%8F%8F0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDLD1xJhNHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Q7-ZbUmNnYs/s320/%E6%89%AB%E6%8F%8F0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202435848060089458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brochures (Inside)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found 4 kittens around my house. They are so adorable!! Too bad my mum doesn't allow us to keep them :( aww poor them. We gonna send them back tot he neighbour. However, I need to state that the kittens are not theirs. They just fed the Mama cat sometimes. Well, it is better to leave the beside the street aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDLEVBJhNJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/k-xGePSsc6k/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDLEVBJhNJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/k-xGePSsc6k/s320/DSC00809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202436384931001490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDLElhJhNKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/7-a2YoeM8FA/s1600-h/DSC00812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDLElhJhNKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/7-a2YoeM8FA/s320/DSC00812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202436668398843042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDLEUxJhNII/AAAAAAAAAMc/duyB4vAFruU/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDLEUxJhNII/AAAAAAAAAMc/duyB4vAFruU/s320/DSC00814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202436380636034178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-8292705080233654008?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8292705080233654008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=8292705080233654008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8292705080233654008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8292705080233654008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SDLIxxJhNLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/BK03LIDjuAU/s72-c/apple1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-767520012984663532</id><published>2008-05-12T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:10:00.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Update for the  week</title><content type='html'>Had done quite a lot of things for the past few weeks. Designed flayers, corrected the designs, sent heaps of emails, corrected emails, meeting,  sent minutes of the meeting and so on so on .... Well, I think so far so good. I hope that the departments approve the flayers today. We are actually way behind from our schedule. I hope we can catch up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Mummy's day. I called up grandma and wished her Happy Mother's Day. I actually did it. It was the first time tho I think. She was happy and I am happy since she sounds a lot better than last time when I talked to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the White Musk from Bodyshop for my mum as she likes it a lot (well, I have RM 35 rebate from them :P). We took mum out for the movie Forbidden Kingdom. Jet Li still looks cool hehe. The guy in the movie looks like one of my friends, in every single way. Perhaps it was him :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something very embarrassing  happened in the  parking  lot.  My dad asked me and my little sis  to  pay for the entry ticket.  Since  I was in a hurry, I didn't adjust my panties before I left the ladies. And guess what? My white panties kept falling down. And what made it worst was that I was wearing a very short skirt ... I tried to adjust it on the way but it was too hard. Finally, I just ended up running back to the car and asked another sis to do it LOL. And luckily no one saw it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to grandpa's house and had  dinner.  Luckily  the persons  I don't really want to see or meet at all weren't there.  Thanks God  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing the Sims 2 last night. Found some cheats and hehe, it is easier for me to play the game now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I think that's it so far. I didn't go to the meeting today because I wasn't feeling really well. Though I hope they could forgive me and work it very well today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-767520012984663532?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/767520012984663532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=767520012984663532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/767520012984663532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/767520012984663532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/05/update-for-week.html' title='Update for the  week'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-852501257369575240</id><published>2008-05-05T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:22:28.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>We took Bun to get injection today. From her body size, I though she might only gain around 5 kg. But at the moment Doc put her on the scale, we all stunned. She is not 9.1 kg!!!!! She was only only 3.3 kg last month. OMG! LOL FAT lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures of my babes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-8a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=72057594049909130&amp;amp;site=widget-8a.slide.com" style="width: 350px; height: 262px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-852501257369575240?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/852501257369575240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=852501257369575240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/852501257369575240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/852501257369575240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/05/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-2244781335914021292</id><published>2008-04-30T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:02:42.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>If there were anything that I could do to make my family life back to how it was like when I was little,  I'd use my life to exchange for it. I hate seeing lies, dishonesty, hateness, misundertanding, fights and all that stuffing in the house. I hate it when the one I love use those dirty tricks or use those "war theories/tricks" on another one that I love. What's the point if you want to make the relationship like a war? If one really love the other one, shouldn't he or she use loves and patients to solve the problems instead of these so called lies-for-everyone's-happiness's sake or tricks or whatever? I see no point to be love or be loved if things have to be in this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love my family.  Please don't punish my family...I'd bear all the punishments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-2244781335914021292?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2244781335914021292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=2244781335914021292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2244781335914021292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2244781335914021292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-3678322712269797118</id><published>2008-04-29T20:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:35:39.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Pictures lah</title><content type='html'>Haha ahem! Was having a good time with my sisters  dressing up and make up a bit and then take pictures from here to there :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBc71gza9nI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RJf5rHNi2nY/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBc71gza9nI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RJf5rHNi2nY/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194686485719873138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBc72wza9rI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xTHudb-LkYU/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBc72wza9rI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xTHudb-LkYU/s320/collage5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194686507194709682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBc72gza9qI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/riXQqTw74mQ/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBc72gza9qI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/riXQqTw74mQ/s320/collage4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194686502899742370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bebe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBc9lAza9tI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0NcZgX08SzQ/s1600-h/collage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBc9lAza9tI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0NcZgX08SzQ/s320/collage10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194688401275287250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHA! Pretend to have big puppy eyes &gt;___&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBc9mAza9uI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7V5QSzPY2R0/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBc9mAza9uI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7V5QSzPY2R0/s320/DSC00483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194688418455156450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBc8-gza9sI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Ek6jlWrPfeU/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBc8-gza9sI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Ek6jlWrPfeU/s320/collage3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194687739850323650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-3678322712269797118?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3678322712269797118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=3678322712269797118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3678322712269797118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3678322712269797118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/04/pictures-lah.html' title='Pictures lah'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBc71gza9nI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RJf5rHNi2nY/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-8363342349921508028</id><published>2008-04-27T12:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:32:22.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>The Darjeeling Limited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBQjnQza9eI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_OonEUP_ipQ/s1600-h/tdlsoundtrack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBQjnQza9eI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_OonEUP_ipQ/s320/tdlsoundtrack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193815427697538530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh!!! So excited to see Adrien Brody again!! Sooo happy lol.  This time he is in the movie called The Darjeeling Limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 3 nominated movie (Best American Film, Best Feature, Golden Lion) is director by Wes Anderson. The crazy writers of this film are Wes Adnerson, Roman Coppola and Jason Schwartzman. The movie is last for 1 hour 31 minutes. The casts? Of course, Adrien Brody hahaha and also Owen Wilson, Jason Schwartzman  and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plot: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about a year of Francis, Peter and Jack's father passed away in an accident, Francis the eldest son decided to gather his brothers for a spiritual journey in India. They started their journey by traveling on the Darjeeling Limited train in Jodhpur. Francis just had a serious accident that almost ruined his whole face. Peter left his wife who was pregnant at home. Jack, the youngest son who kept on checking his ex-girlfriend's voice message and at the same time attracted by a train attendant. These 3 brothers couldn't get to be honest with each other and Jack bought another ticket and prepared to leave just in case anything happen. At the middle of the journey, Francis disclosed the surprising real purpose to gather them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they get to their destination at the end? Will they get what they are looking for? Will they have the brotherhood in them again just like before? Go and watch The Darjeeling Limited :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memorable Quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francis&lt;/span&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Francis and Peter are beating each other up&lt;/i&gt;] You don't love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;: Yes I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;: I love you too, but I'm gonna mace you in the face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="30%"&gt; &lt;a name="qt0186770"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;: I wonder if the three of us would've been friends in real life. Not as brothers, but as people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="30%"&gt; &lt;a name="qt0186771"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;: What did he say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;: He said the train is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; How can a train be lost? It's on rails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="30%"&gt; &lt;a name="qt0186772"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rita&lt;/span&gt;: What's wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;: Let me think about that. I'll tell you the next time I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="30%"&gt; &lt;a name="qt0186773"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francis&lt;/span&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;spotting some children crossing a river&lt;/i&gt;] Look at these assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="30%"&gt; &lt;a name="qt0186774"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;: Do you want to go in the bathroom and smoke a cigarette with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="30%"&gt; &lt;a name="qt0186775"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brendan&lt;/span&gt;: We haven't located us yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="30%"&gt; &lt;a name="qt0186776"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;: I love the way this country smells. I'll never forget it. It's kind of spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="30%"&gt; &lt;a name="qt0186777"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Francis :&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;repeated line&lt;/i&gt;] Let's go have a drink and smoke a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="30%"&gt; &lt;a name="qt0186778"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;: Wouldn't it be great if we heard a train go by in the distance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francis&lt;/span&gt; :It'd probably be annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sources from http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0838221/) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBQi7Qza9bI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0oRdGw2MOVQ/s1600-h/lio+%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBQi7Qza9bI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0oRdGw2MOVQ/s200/lio+%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193814671783294386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you asked me, of course I'll say it is not bad, it is good, because I like Adrien Brody!!! Well, not a bad movie. Might be boring for some people. But for people like me who like to watch those movies that may not have big actions, then yup, you should watch it :) Again, Adrien Brody is cuteeee!!!!! though he looks bit old in the movie.. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trailer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aO1bYukdvLI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aO1bYukdvLI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Photos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBQorQza9fI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WAEnuO08wWM/s1600-h/158.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.hindu.com/thehindu/holnus/009200710051488.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-8363342349921508028?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8363342349921508028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=8363342349921508028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8363342349921508028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8363342349921508028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/04/darjeeling-limited.html' title='The Darjeeling Limited'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBQjnQza9eI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_OonEUP_ipQ/s72-c/tdlsoundtrack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-2586454965080483794</id><published>2008-04-26T15:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:52:32.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Update for another week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBQvawza9mI/AAAAAAAAAJY/roGG-stytbQ/s1600-h/lio+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBQvawza9mI/AAAAAAAAAJY/roGG-stytbQ/s320/lio+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193828407088707170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Another week is gone! Well, thanks God I had gone through the sleepless weeks &lt;img src="http://lanshinetweb.myweb.hinet.net/msn/cwwany/w0271.gif" /&gt;. Come to think of it now, I'm satisfied for what I've been doing lately, though it was very hard and busy. So far, I had done 3 assignments, 2 final exams in about 2 weeks time? So proud of myself &lt;img src="http://lanshinetweb.myweb.hinet.net/msn/cwwany/w0268.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my ITC 101 &amp;amp; LLS 101 final exam, all I could say is just: torture &lt;img src="http://lanshinetweb.myweb.hinet.net/msn/cwwany/w0287.gif" /&gt;. I didn't sleep well and enough for that few nights. But luckily what I sacrificed was worth it. Otherwise I will just jump off from the cliff lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to keep up the MKT 201 group activity. I'm in charge in designing the flayers and logos with another girl. So far they like my logo and ideas. Thanks guys! &lt;img src=http://lanshinetweb.myweb.hinet.net/msn/cwwany/w0299.gif&gt; Even though there were some arguments and uncertainty in the group, but everything came to bit clearer now. Hope that we can find the common goal soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda broke lately &lt;img src="http://lanshinetweb.myweb.hinet.net/msn/cwwany/w0308.gif" /&gt;. So, I will just eat less out there. Good for me though, I don't have any more excuses for not losing weight. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-2586454965080483794?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2586454965080483794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=2586454965080483794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2586454965080483794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2586454965080483794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-for-another-week.html' title='Update for another week'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/SBQvawza9mI/AAAAAAAAAJY/roGG-stytbQ/s72-c/lio+%285%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-4178280166869734372</id><published>2008-04-09T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:48:56.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>So, what now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs6/300W/i/2005/072/2/2/Broken_heart_by_fabu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs6/300W/i/2005/072/2/2/Broken_heart_by_fabu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired today. I didn't get enough sleep and I was not feeling very well. I've been starved for a whole day and I'm very stressed lately. I guess this is why it makes me feel worse after what happened earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my whole world has collapsed so far. Really upset for being treated badly by someone I care about the most while I though everything has turned out better. What's more can I relay on now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-4178280166869734372?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4178280166869734372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=4178280166869734372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4178280166869734372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/4178280166869734372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-what-now.html' title='So, what now?'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-2268778190183426809</id><published>2008-04-04T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:17:23.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>I timber my bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pixelgirlpresents.com/images/desktops/andidas/OMG-Its-Domo-kun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.pixelgirlpresents.com/images/desktops/andidas/OMG-Its-Domo-kun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn tired yesterday and when I "timber" to my bed, I "killed" my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was iron actually. It was the first bed my grandma bought for me when we moved into this house. Hmm, it was here when I was hmm ... still in kindergarten. Ahh, I had slept on it for a long long time already aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda lost when I broke it. I was so frustrated, got all the cables out tried to tie it up ( it was kinda impossible to fix it anyway, the base was actually all collapsed). I didn't even know what was I doing. Later on, dad &amp;amp; I walked to the nearest furniture shop and got me another bed base. But this time is a wooden base. It is around RM 270. She said she gave us the lowest price ( shrug!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing was kinda ... um weird is that dad asked if I want to get the bed that has up and down. He said friend can sleep on it while he/she is around. Kinda tried to mention about Ace. But still, it was sorta nice of him to think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got myself a new bed base while I was blurblur. Come to think off it now, I am sad about it. I can no longer put my legs on the cold iron or grab the thing in the morning :( Even my dog Bebe still cannot get used to it. He was scared of it actually (useless lah~) and didn't dare to go near it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried the first night. It is ok. Just the feeling is different now. Still sad about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-2268778190183426809?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2268778190183426809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=2268778190183426809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2268778190183426809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2268778190183426809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-bed.html' title='I timber my bed'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-7521024239263342104</id><published>2008-04-01T00:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:49:47.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>ZZzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.communitiesunitedinc.org/crankycover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.communitiesunitedinc.org/crankycover.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda tired these few days. And it is because I kinda stayed up the other night and then I ended up having the next few days restless. I find that I really am gettin' old. Faster than I though. Faster than the other people. I used to stay up till dawn. Got some sleep for a few hours then started my hunting again. But now? HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired makes me sorta cranky. I started to be paranoid lah, cannot concentrate lah, this and that lah. Sometimes, when I am really tired, I really think of just give up all the craps and maybe just lay in my bed all day, dream those good old dreams.Yet, still have to get up in the next morning to face the reality. I mean, really, what's the bloody hell points for doing the same thing over and over again everyday?! I couldn't even enjoy while I was playin' games, with all those damn-I-still-have-tons-of-assignments-n'-exams thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, reality is cruel. It is a dream killer! A dream killer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it is 12:34 a.m.. I DON'T think I can finish the assignment now. Sad ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, old woman coming through (~@_@~);; !! Someone please recharge me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-7521024239263342104?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7521024239263342104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=7521024239263342104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/7521024239263342104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/7521024239263342104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/04/zzzzzz.html' title='ZZzzzz'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-6662379971846743679</id><published>2008-03-29T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:46:42.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>新不了情</title><content type='html'>" 回忆过去痛苦的相思忘不了, 为何你还来拨动我心跳 ...? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G mum or someone posted me a question and asked: Will you date your ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Y53jc2uhYB/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-6662379971846743679?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6662379971846743679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=6662379971846743679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6662379971846743679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/6662379971846743679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_29.html' title='新不了情'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-1852688327986745363</id><published>2008-03-22T01:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:43:12.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R-PzGMZggnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZwjOwTHiaGI/s1600-h/candies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R-PzGMZggnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZwjOwTHiaGI/s200/candies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180251284139180658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question to myself: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What on earth I want to whine now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dan In Real Life&lt;/span&gt; and I found that there are things that I don't understand in the movie. It is not the plots that I don't get it, it is the love. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's love?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How's dating gonna be like&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How is it feel when you started to have feelings towards someone then you have that kinda heart-pumping-out-feeling while he was in front of you&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How is it gonna be like when he first telling me that he has feeling for me too and all that&lt;/span&gt;? I wish I could know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like my current love life is bad or something. I'm good with my boyfriend and I love him. I think about him all the time. But, it is like kinda ... like missing something in there. We missed out the first stage and first contact. We missed out how we met, how we looked at each other and then looked away because we were too shy, we missed the time that we went out for a date, we missed out the first time he sent me home, we missed out the first kiss and all that. We did a few dates after we really met each other in life. They were all good. But it might not be the same with the first date before we became a couple. Kinda sad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like a bad person, especially when I finished watching those kinda movies which I kinda experienced part of them. I don't know why I can't be cool enough to be around his family. I tried hard. But the truth is, I'm still a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't give up too soon, I should try again and not supposed to be pessimistic. Well, well, I am just my usual self, whine here a bit. I will keep on trying to do my best; yet, it is tiring sometimes to be someone who are not your usual-self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-1852688327986745363?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1852688327986745363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=1852688327986745363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1852688327986745363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1852688327986745363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R-PzGMZggnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZwjOwTHiaGI/s72-c/candies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-369578394276491703</id><published>2008-03-06T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T23:36:09.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Update for a week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b261/xxgenie_in_the_bottlexx/Cartoons/Stress.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b261/xxgenie_in_the_bottlexx/Cartoons/Stress.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Busy busy busy!!!&lt;/span&gt; I'm having 5 subjects now! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Busy busy busy!! Stress stress stress!&lt;/span&gt; A lot of assignments, exams and classes. Headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I should update myself for what had happened to myself lately lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday before March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met HiJin on the way back to KL central. We had lunch and walked around there. When we were in the LRT, there were 2 (I believer is foreigner workers) guys tried to steal my cellphone ( I put it in my pocket). One of them kept lookin' at us and talked in some foreign language and the other one kept poking my cellphone and stuck the way out of the LRT door. I guess he was trying to pull my cellphone away when I stepped out of the train. Luckily enough I kept staring at my cellphone until I stepped out of the train door. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be careful everyone, don't put your cellphone in your pocket when you are in the crowd! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giang &amp;amp; I were so stupid. We went to "sign up" for tutorials while we only have 1 lecture and 1 tutorial for each subjects we take. Anyway, I got to meet some old friends who are coming back for 2nd semester. After that we went to mainblock to enroll our subjects and had lunch. Talked about my family but yes, I will be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... my 2nd year 1st semester started. Class started from 8 a.m. until 5 p.m., no break!! OMG!! Well, the lecturers were too responsible. They talked talked talked and forgot to give break. But it is a good thing cause we can learn more. But still .... I only had 20 minutes ( we kinda sneaked out ) to have lunch ...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sob sob* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 March &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was better, had break in between. I think it was the first day of the Bazaar Fair. A lot of people sell things in front of our department. Most of them are ladies accessories , t-shirt, bags and so on. I didn't have time for them. Though, I really want to buy the bag. It was only 10 ringgit!! I hope they will have it until next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6 March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Another long day. Well actually class supposed to finish at 3.30 p.m. But Giang &amp;amp; I went to library to look for information for our assignments. We stayed in there until 6.15 p.m. When I arrived me house, it was almost 8 p.m. ( and it was because my mum picked me up from the KTM station. I can't imagine what time I will only be home if I took the bus...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned out what's gonna happen for the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17 March&lt;/span&gt; -  due date for ITC assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24 to 28 March&lt;/span&gt; -  One of the day will be  ITC lab exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 April &lt;/span&gt;-  due date for MKT 203&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10 April &lt;/span&gt;-  due date for MKT 204&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11 April&lt;/span&gt; -  due date for MKT 201&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;21 April&lt;/span&gt; -  final exams for both ITC and LLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any 2 weeks in April&lt;/span&gt; -  open a booth and sell stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man man man!! I'm going crazy lah!!! And the assignments are not easy to be done though. Stress!!! I've to start doing instead of complaining. I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures of my Bebe &amp;amp; Bun when they finally "get along"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R9ANrtIs3cI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_vQ5xjLH2Oc/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R9ANrtIs3cI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_vQ5xjLH2Oc/s320/DSC00005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174651016350326210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R9ANw9Is3eI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VJFGpuYWstM/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R9ANw9Is3eI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VJFGpuYWstM/s320/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174651106544639458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R9ANsNIs3dI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RsF24KtlF6Y/s1600-h/PIC_7660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R9ANsNIs3dI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RsF24KtlF6Y/s320/PIC_7660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174651024940260818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R9ANyNIs3fI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rwVXcr-_zj4/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R9ANyNIs3fI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rwVXcr-_zj4/s320/DSC00004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174651128019475954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cute!!&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/28255963-369578394276491703?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/369578394276491703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=369578394276491703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/369578394276491703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/369578394276491703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/03/update-for-week.html' title='Update for a week'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b261/xxgenie_in_the_bottlexx/Cartoons/th_Stress.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-1493229045941008827</id><published>2008-02-25T19:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:24:15.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>My lil' Dalmatian</title><content type='html'>Here's a few photos of my Bun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8KtYoIfjmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o1ykjjzuODs/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8KtYoIfjmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o1ykjjzuODs/s320/DSC00033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170885960776257122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8KtY4IfjnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5M6qUzFWmfs/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8KtY4IfjnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5M6qUzFWmfs/s320/DSC00047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170885965071224434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8KtZIIfjoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5EN1mFcGeuo/s1600-h/DSC00030+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8KtZIIfjoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5EN1mFcGeuo/s320/DSC00030+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170885969366191746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8KtZYIfjpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/pvXaYxUY0iw/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8KtZYIfjpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/pvXaYxUY0iw/s320/DSC00029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170885973661159058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8Kw1IIfjsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qH5ztdaEvjM/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8Kw1IIfjsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qH5ztdaEvjM/s320/DSC00041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170889748937412290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8Kw1oIfjuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_D18Rp1v6t0/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8Kw1oIfjuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_D18Rp1v6t0/s320/DSC00032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170889757527346914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It looks like I killed her lol :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe was a bit depressed for the last 2 days. Guess he wasn't really used to the new comer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8Kw1YIfjtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MGoIWOrjgMM/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8Kw1YIfjtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MGoIWOrjgMM/s320/DSC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170889753232379602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8KwBoIfjqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fQ8ThZGVIdw/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8KwBoIfjqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fQ8ThZGVIdw/s320/DSC00055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170888864174149282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8KwB4IfjrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bSjPAF33ya0/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8KwB4IfjrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bSjPAF33ya0/s320/DSC00056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170888868469116594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ahhh.... so depressed ...."&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/28255963-1493229045941008827?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1493229045941008827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=1493229045941008827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1493229045941008827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1493229045941008827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-lil-dalmatian.html' title='My lil&apos; Dalmatian'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KS_bBYFOmG0/R8KtYoIfjmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o1ykjjzuODs/s72-c/DSC00033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-8874643365923753647</id><published>2008-02-24T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:48:12.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Another troublemaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;                 &lt;p&gt;My dad brought home another puppy. This time it is a female dalmatian. She was born in 26 Jan 2008. She’s so tiny. Very tiny.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, we decided to name her Bunbun. We looked for some names online but we didn’t like it. Prefer to make it simple and easy to call. Wanted to make it Bubu but somewhat it just turned out to be Bunbun and she is used to that name now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We took her to the vet as soon as mom finished washing her. She has a bit skin allergic and doc gave her a pill to get rid of all the bugs in her tummy. And yup, she really did poo out the bugs earlier. Heaps of them!! And we had to help her pull out the bugs ( thank God they were dead ) as it was too much …. ok .. yucky.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe she’s a new comer, she didn’t really attract much attentions from the family. I still prefer my Bebe. As for Bebe, he was really worried and scared of her. He kept running away from her. But I heard they finally got along at night. Not sure, I was out dinner with parents.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, we have to buy more food, pay more money on injection and pills for both of them. The main problem is — 2 troublemakers. Bebe is considered energetic already and now there’s Bunbun, another energetic puppy ….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope they get along well and Bunbun will stop bitting Bebe’s tail lol.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-8874643365923753647?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8874643365923753647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=8874643365923753647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8874643365923753647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/8874643365923753647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-troublemaker.html' title='Another troublemaker'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-7321379016568443884</id><published>2008-02-22T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:48:32.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>I'm pathetic lah</title><content type='html'>Finally, I've got my timetable for second year. I've decided to major in Marketing. It is the only subjects I think is kinda interesting among the others. My only few friends in university are majoring in Accounting. That's mean we can't take the same classes and give silly excuses just to change the tutorial classes to be together. Another friend can't make the second year this semester and that's mean I'm all alone on the way to second year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will find some familiar faces in the classes. After all it is a very popular subject. Somewhat, I hope I can manage to meet some new people :) I'm so pathetic lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo... I looked at the timetable and tryin' to figure out which marketing subjects I have to take. Well, I'm just taking a guess. I tried to sort out my new timetable as well. It isn't a very good one ... clashed with the classes I'm taking now.  The time is either too early for me or too late. I don't like it. Well, of course, I'll be 'so-so' if I can drive to university ( which is kinda impossible ). Sigh... I hate being tied by the fixed time. I'm stressed ever time because of it.  I WANT FREEDOM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, LLS 101 mid-term exam is next Friday. I better start to do some revision. Ahh... I supposed to have whole week off but then need to go to the second year classes... pathetic lah ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-7321379016568443884?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7321379016568443884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=7321379016568443884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/7321379016568443884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/7321379016568443884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-pathetic-lah.html' title='I&apos;m pathetic lah'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-5354478798870196877</id><published>2008-02-21T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:32:12.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>A few things I want to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There are  a few  things that made me feel bad everytime I think of them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. I didn't have the guts to call my aunty and have a good conversation with her. Because I know I suck in communication.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. I was a weirdo when I was little. Or maybe I'm still a wierdo. I didn't know what I was doing. I just did weird things or things that I didn't mean to do, which appearently upset others.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. I didn't get to know the reason my friend passed away. I heard he was so ill in the hospital, but I never got to know it until he passed away. Me and my friendss were so shocked when we got the news, from others.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. I didn't get enough time to spend with my late-grandma and told her how much delicious her food was. She cooked it especially for me and one of the cousions every Chinese New Year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. I didn't hug Ace's grandma enough. I only met her once but I like her very much. I heard she is ill now. I pray for her every night. I hope she will get well soon and meet her again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. I know I was supposed to give Ace's grandpa a hug as well before I left. But I was too shy. I'm sorry. I feel bad each time I think of it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. I hate myself for saying something really bad to my parents. Even it was long time ago.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. I blaim myself for being wierd , lazy and shy to communicate and keep in touch with my friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. I blaime myself for not calling my grandma, uncle and little aunty much, though I really love them. I feel so ashmed to talk to them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. I regret that I didn't hug enough with my boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. I regret not getting helps when I knew myself was having serious depression which leads to me being half deaf, being a weirdo and useless.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If anyone is reading this, for the people I used to upset, I aplogize, cause honestly, most of the time when I'm with people especially those I just met, I didn't know what the hell I was I doing. I only realized what I was doing after that when I was alone. It wasn't that I didn't listen to  you, It was me having hearing problem...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why am I writting this? Beause I just realized I did something weird again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-5354478798870196877?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5354478798870196877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=5354478798870196877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5354478798870196877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5354478798870196877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/02/few-things-i-want-to-say.html' title='A few things I want to say'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-3173143293656376777</id><published>2008-02-21T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:26:38.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>dying slowly too + Chap Goh Mei</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Can't really sleep at night lately. Can't wake up in the morning as well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Food poisoning as the same evening someone has food poisoning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Assignement, 3 persons in a group. An essay about a good leader. not exeed 1500 words. Sounds easy but it is not!! Gotta do a lot of research about the leader ( we are doing business leader ) -- Warren Buffett. He is a great investor. I admire him. Of course, my boyfriend is a good investor as well. But I hope he won't spent too much money on it :) Save is more safe lah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me and my teammates been sitting in the computer lab for a whole afternoon. We finally came out with something but our legs were numb, brain twisted and face pale.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We had a cup of tea before we went home as a little reward for ourselves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today is Chap Goh Mei a.k.a. chinese Valentine's day. All the single girls will go to the river ( I don't remember which one ) and throw the mandarine (with name and phone number on it, I guess) into it. And for the single guys, they will pick the mandarine from the river. I remember there was one of my friends threw a mandarine in the pond in my high school. Funny.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I heard there is a Chinese Lantern Festival in Aukcland. How is it like? I wonder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-3173143293656376777?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3173143293656376777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=3173143293656376777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3173143293656376777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3173143293656376777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/02/dying-slowly-too-chap-goh-mei_21.html' title='dying slowly too + Chap Goh Mei'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-2298522562232039233</id><published>2008-02-18T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:33:50.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Opps, they did it again!</title><content type='html'>I wonder how many times my computer has to be like that. We just changed all the parts in the computer last year, all brand new!! And it is broken down again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if it was our fault for having it on for days and nights or the people ripped us off by giving us cheap parts. I trusted them but I think they just fooled us around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta take it back to that shop to fix it since there are warranties for that. After that I might stop going to that shop. They don't look like they are proffesional as well. They don't know s ome of the things when I asked them something about other things, such as linux ( they couldn't even pronouce it correctly.....) oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-2298522562232039233?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2298522562232039233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=2298522562232039233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2298522562232039233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2298522562232039233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-broken-diown-again.html' title='Opps, they did it again!'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-2599882864421112123</id><published>2008-01-20T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T16:39:51.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>A night out</title><content type='html'>There were a few more days that We didn't get a chance to capture them into photos, causeeeeee we always forgot to bring the camera with us lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the first day of the Golden Compass movie on cinema. We went to see it at night. Since there was no more train to town, we had to take bus. Quite expansive though, about 6 dollars for both of us. It was only 6p.m. something when we were in town, late for dinner but still early for the movie. We walked around, still wondered what to have for dinner, we met Ace's "closest frined". He tottaly blew us away lol. Before I met him, I though it was the way he dressed which normally the manly men over there couldn't stand when everybody said he is g-a-y. He talked more girly than I do lol. I ain't mocking the G here folks, what I am trying to  say that I didn't expect he talked like that when I saw his pictue online. Anyway, Ace was pretty stunned, I could tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to have BK for dinner, but he was so sure that he wanted to take me out for a restaurant, we ended up in Nando's. It was new in NZ though. So, pero-peri was a new thing for him. Funny thing was, he was  actually angry at me for not ordering the hot peri-peri for hiiiiiim! Well supposed that I am alright with spicy food, but peri-peri is actually quite spicy for me. If it is so, how could he stand for something that over-spicy for him? He was sweating and kept drinking soda, while he claimed that it wasn't spicy at all for him LOL. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have an hour or so before the movie. He suggested to have a biiiiiig bowl of coffee (yup bowl lol) after we wandered aroooooound the food court again and again and I had to ditch him so he could make up his mind. Oh, we got sushi as well, which made me pretty sick after that. Coffee + sushi.. what a good combination...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we saw a girl was bleeding and police surounded her.. I wondered what happened...He then held my hand and walked quickly to the bus station before it was too late (it was 12 am). Saw a party girl vomitted on the floor and the other one was still holding a beer. A guy was made to dress up like a beauty queen with a banner on him saying "to be married" wtih a fairy  hat. he, was along with his friends, went into the pubs one by one. And whenever they walked in , the music will be played, loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally found the bus station though. Saw some girls were so drunk and they stood on the transparency like window, which people might see though underground. Alllrittght! lol. We got free music and free fare that night. Wonderful night... apart from got sick from the coffee and sushi lol. Love the night out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-2599882864421112123?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2599882864421112123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=2599882864421112123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2599882864421112123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/2599882864421112123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/01/night-out.html' title='A night out'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-1661232909029700125</id><published>2008-01-18T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T16:34:46.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Love Days in NZ</title><content type='html'>Pictures speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were something ain't in the pictures such as night outing with him for a movie, dinner and pubs, big waterfall and so on. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm so happy I visited him. It was the most beautiful time for me. Love you babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-d1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=72057594049584593&amp;amp;site=widget-d1.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 375px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-1661232909029700125?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1661232909029700125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=1661232909029700125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1661232909029700125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/1661232909029700125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='Love Days in NZ'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-5385736060598546967</id><published>2007-12-24T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T12:14:55.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Woke up around 8.30 a.m.. Had a lil' chit chat with my sisters. It was like 3.3o a.m. in M'sia by that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a nice shower, we followed John to the fish market to get some salmon steak for X'mas. I had never ever seen those big crayfish before. They are huge! It was a lot of people though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John dropped us around the shop and me and Ace walked up to One Tree Hill. We had our little "picnic" under a tree. Laid on the field. It was windy and nice weather. I think I can hardly find a nice place like that in M'sia, that you can walk on the grass without shoes on and without worrying about the snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lot of sheep on the hills. They are so darn fat!!! Look at all the grass they can eat lol. The sheep were on the open field. I wanted to chase the sheep so bad, but Ace stopped me for doing this &gt;__&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked walked walked and walked into the bushes to see the fat cows. Oh, by the way, some of the sheep meeh in a very deep voice, so funny :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a long walk again to go home. Tired. It was a very very very long walk, well kinda, it makes it a bit harder without the shoes on cause you know the tar road is boiling hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm resting on the bed, posting up what I've been doing lately. Windows open, I can see the blue sky and the clouds, so relaxing. I really love it here, especially with my boyfriend. He has changed a lot. I love him more and more now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having pizza for dinner later. Meatball pizza, yum! Oh, and by the way, the chips over here are really nice, love it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-5385736060598546967?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5385736060598546967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=5385736060598546967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5385736060598546967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/5385736060598546967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28255963.post-3503037963924694971</id><published>2007-12-20T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:08:05.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>2nd day in NZ</title><content type='html'>Walked a lot these 2 days. Uploaded a few pictures on Friendster. It's fregan cold here. But Ace said it is hot. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very windy. Hot at the same time. Relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked down the street with no shoes, can never do that in M'sia.  Went to  Piha  Beach.  Big  waves.  Walked a lot too.  Sore  legs.  Went to  the  damn dam near  the beach.  40++ minutes walk through the bush. Dies. Luckily there's not much chance of dying from a snake bite so i only spent an hour in the hospital ( Ace forced me to keep this ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have not had any fast food yet. i miss kfc. i miss i miss i miss i wan to eat mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;kfc i love you kfc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No calls from family yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28255963-3503037963924694971?l=ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3503037963924694971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28255963&amp;postID=3503037963924694971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3503037963924694971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28255963/posts/default/3503037963924694971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostly-butterfly.blogspot.com/2007/12/2bd.html' title='2nd day in NZ'/><author><name>Catherine S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
