<?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-31996802</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:52:15.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream of happiness,tomorrow are visions of hope</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-2065513745075894780</id><published>2010-04-16T10:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:56:33.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lately, I am supposed to be busy preparing for my exams. But that is not what i am doing. Suddenly, there are so many things in my head which is distracting me. Am I thinking too much or are these problem really there? Here I am, sitting by the window along with my laptop, trying to re-evaluate myself. What have I achieved? The answer is that simple... NOTHING. I have come this far and realise I have nothing in my hands. Nothing within my grasps. I am beginning to worried. I needed someone to pour these to, but when I have someone with me, I just would not pour it out. Sometimes I just wish I have a genie. I will just wish for the things I want, and there I will have it within a few seconds. But could I really work with a genie? I will be heading home in a few months time and yet I do not want to leave. I want to be here, somehow. Gazing at the sky, hoping I would get a solution to all my frustrations right now.&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/31996802-2065513745075894780?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/2065513745075894780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=2065513745075894780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2065513745075894780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2065513745075894780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2010/04/mix-feelings.html' title='Mix Feelings'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-5631665149375302842</id><published>2010-01-17T15:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:56:46.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapters of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Here I am, sitting right in front of the computer at 7.15am even though the sun has yet to rise. It is reported that the sun will rise at 8.06am and that is how long I have set to sit right in front of this computer to blog. Moving to Bristol seems to be full of excitement and anticipation. I love surprises. I look forward to everyday, to have my own mini adventures to fill the chapters of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;For the last 3 weeks, I have messed up my sleeping hours. Sleeping only when the sun rises, and waking up when the sun sets. It all started with exams. Yes, it is an excuse one would always give. Everything will start with last minute studying and subsequently sleeping late and waking up even later becomes a routine. I got to stop that! Today is no different than any other day. I slept at 3am and automatically awakes at 7am. I hope I would sleep earlier next time, and get a healthier lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;As the days pass by, I started thinking what have I added into the chapters of my life. Sure that there are ups and downs. I am having a great time here, be it, with new or old friends. I had people misunderstanding me, and I made sure I set things right. Similarly, I have people who give me uncomfortable feeling, yet I am hoping not to be so bias in my judgment. These little things which add up to form the stories in my life.... but what have I achieved as a person? That would be the next chapter of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-5631665149375302842?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/5631665149375302842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=5631665149375302842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/5631665149375302842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/5631665149375302842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapters-of-my-life.html' title='Chapters of My Life'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-3098216743505326711</id><published>2009-12-05T09:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:51:26.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Energy Pack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;How sweet can a person be!!! This is my 'energy pack' from Min Yii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A MINI TENAGA NASIONAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/Sxm8IimS8TI/AAAAAAAAACI/jbWndUofiBs/s1600-h/Mini+Tenaga+Nasional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/Sxm8IimS8TI/AAAAAAAAACI/jbWndUofiBs/s320/Mini+Tenaga+Nasional.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411563282174767410" 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/31996802-3098216743505326711?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/3098216743505326711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=3098216743505326711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/3098216743505326711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/3098216743505326711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-energy-pack.html' title='My Energy Pack'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/Sxm8IimS8TI/AAAAAAAAACI/jbWndUofiBs/s72-c/Mini+Tenaga+Nasional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-2585881032134158198</id><published>2009-12-03T03:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T04:28:21.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;It only takes one little thing to brighten your day. This is so true!!! Having felt so lifeless for the past one week is one of the worst thing which happened to me. I was feeling tired almost everyday, not wanting to leave my bed. Besides, I was feeling neither happy nor sad. Yes, totally felt like a zombie. I wonder what happened to me. None of my friends could tell too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am looking forward for my holidays. I need a break. Yet, I do not want time to pass so fast. I still have my assignments to do, one due on the 10th and the other on the 15th. On top of that, there will be an exam for my EU law. How great! What is worst is that my family law assignment requires a 5,000 words essay whereas others require 2,000 words. I need more time! I need to learn how to make use of my time WISELY. Since, I could say such thing, it proves that I am not wise enough because I am not making use of my time wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being here for about 2-2.5months is just great except for the change of weather. It is getting colder each day, and the temperature is only a single digit. The bright side of it, at least I get to experience the cold weather unlike in KL. I am looking forward for snow right now! Life is so different without my family around. I miss everybody in KL... Thanks Didi, for you card and statute book though I have not received it. I miss the seafood and sushi. Life is so incomplete without sushi... I can't even enjoy sushi over here due to the price. The whole difference with the ones in KL is their dollar sign. Paying for one plate of sushi here is equivalent to paying for 6 plates of sushi at home. Sobs. Therefore, I have decided to learn how to make sushi on my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one day, when I accompanied one of my friend to get his phone, I happened to see this little boy who was playing with the display phones. Somehow, he approached me to ask me to play along with him. I adore the innocence of young children. They only know how to be happy and just cry when they feel sad. How I wish life is that easy. The little boy even asked me to carry him and did not want to go back with his mum. He really made my day. Probably I am just too simple, a small little thing could make my day easily. Today, what made my day was a mere wave to say goodbye along with a smile. I've waited long enough for that smile to appear.&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/31996802-2585881032134158198?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/2585881032134158198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=2585881032134158198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2585881032134158198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2585881032134158198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2009/12/bright-day.html' title='Bright Day'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-9162004591434190544</id><published>2009-11-02T05:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T05:43:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates from Bristol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has been a month and a half since I have arrived in Bristol, United Kingdom. Dad and bro came with me for a week. It was a hard time for mum, considering I have not left home to a place so far before. Dad totally made sure that I have everything before he actually left for home. As much as I didn't want him to leave, I still have to face the fact. I totally enjoyed the week they were here. Somebody I know, somebody I am close to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bristol, so far has been a very nice city for me. Love here a lot, especially the weather!!! No doubt it is cold on certain days, I still love it. I settled down real quick, quicker than what I expected. I still feel like home, considering Mum will msn with me every single day... And Didi will message me every single day. Met so many new friends here. Each from different country, different personality. I managed to get to know this friend, Min Yii, now my dear!!! She is such a wonderful friend. She is there for me whenever I go bizzare. Got to admit, I did a lot of psycho things, things which I will never do, when I am with her. The greatest thing is she knows my dark secrets... Likewise, I know hers. It has been an enjoyable moment with her around. God knows what will happen to me if I had not met her. haha. Probably a loner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right now, I am waiting for her to "cure" me... It is so frustrating!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-9162004591434190544?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/9162004591434190544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=9162004591434190544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/9162004591434190544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/9162004591434190544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2009/11/updates-in-bristol.html' title='Updates from Bristol'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-707251644487429792</id><published>2009-10-04T04:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T04:46:48.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renovation</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;This blog is under "renovation". I promise I will upload as soon as pictures are available! Hopefully by next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Girls, I miss you!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-707251644487429792?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/707251644487429792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=707251644487429792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/707251644487429792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/707251644487429792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2009/10/renovation.html' title='Renovation'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-2453406095647525131</id><published>2009-03-26T18:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:00:52.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Say You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't tell what went wrong due to some reasons. Neither could you. How about putting all those behind and have a fresh start? I am trying to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-2453406095647525131?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/2453406095647525131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=2453406095647525131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2453406095647525131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2453406095647525131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-say-you.html' title='What Say You?'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-6697685624681565364</id><published>2009-03-26T00:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:56:49.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm back!!! There are reasons why i abandoned this site for such a longgggggggggg time. Needless to say, study study study. It is a never ending thing, so I guess it is no longer a valid excuse? Some people may know the actual reason for my disappearance. Oh well, thought about it for a long time and realise, this is my site. I have the right to express what I want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One thing I dislike is, the things I wrote are subjected to someone's speculations. For goodness sake, if you think I am wrong to say something, you can tell me. If I actually write about someone, that person should know their identity. I do not need a broadcaster. If I want, I could subscribe to CNN myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not long ago, I lost something I used to treasure a lot. Some people could sense the anger and the disappointment in me. But nothing could be done. Now i truly understand the meaning of "Never judge a book by its cover". That incident really got me thinking, what went wrong? Nobody will know unless both parties speak up. Will that happen? For now, I am certain it is a sure no. In future, there is a possibility for things to be clarified. By then, we may realise how silly we were. But who is to know? Up to now, I may be silent about it in front of everybody but deep down, I am still upset. I do not like things to be left ambiguously. I need answers. When will I get them? Some may say it is no longer worth it to obtain the answers because things will never change. It is true, but I want things to change. We can make a difference! If you want it to change, the decision is in your hands. But what WE think is the most important? Do we want a change? Are we happy with the situation we are in right now? All I can say is, "It takes two to tango".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-6697685624681565364?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/6697685624681565364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=6697685624681565364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/6697685624681565364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/6697685624681565364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-2493066846804397842</id><published>2008-11-11T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:28:32.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Against Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;How great!!! Everything is against me right now. First my bag went against me when the skin started peeling off here and there. Besides that, the handle is on the verge of breaking. Next, the shoes! My shoes from vincci is starting to spoil. The things I got from this particular shops tends to spoil faster than anyone could ever imagine. No more buying from there!!! I wonder what else could go wrong? Am I not in a horrible situation already???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-2493066846804397842?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/2493066846804397842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=2493066846804397842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2493066846804397842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2493066846804397842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/11/against-me.html' title='Against Me'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-6158124320033671970</id><published>2008-11-02T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:14:30.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As day goes by, I found more and more things which I should not have known. Why must it happen? My hypothesis is not suppose to come true. I wish I was wrong... If there are something which should be mentioned, say it. Say it to ME... Do not drag others in, face it. Let me know where you think I went wrong. We should sort it out instead of bringing more people into the picture. It only makes thing worst. There are things where you do not know but note this, I am trying to work things out. It is not easy for me due to your perceptions... It just proves that regardless how hard I try, you choose to think the way you want to. Not only you are uncomfortable, I am uncomfortable too. You have placed me in a very difficult position, but I am not blaming you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264094039844798482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SQ3Ro40zQBI/AAAAAAAAABY/8nfeKLBqeTU/s320/Emo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SQ3Qv48sMVI/AAAAAAAAABM/izZLg2G_Ze0/s1600-h/Emo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SQ3Qv48sMVI/AAAAAAAAABM/izZLg2G_Ze0/s1600-h/Emo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SQ3Qv48sMVI/AAAAAAAAABM/izZLg2G_Ze0/s1600-h/Emo.bmp"&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/31996802-6158124320033671970?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/6158124320033671970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=6158124320033671970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/6158124320033671970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/6158124320033671970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/11/despair.html' title='Despair'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SQ3Ro40zQBI/AAAAAAAAABY/8nfeKLBqeTU/s72-c/Emo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-5856355833670615907</id><published>2008-10-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:11:15.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPEECHLESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who are you to call me useless??? ARGHHHH!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-5856355833670615907?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/5856355833670615907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=5856355833670615907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/5856355833670615907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/5856355833670615907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/10/speechless.html' title='SPEECHLESS!'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-2751907240519111186</id><published>2008-09-10T07:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:05:26.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"040908" Cheryl's Pre-Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Cheryl, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I know I owe you this for 5days long.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Another year older. I wish you all the best, dreams come true and be happy always!!! On the behalf of the others, Happy 20th Birthday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this year celebration is different from the other celebrations we used to have. Why is that so? Firstly, half of the gang were not present. Secondly, it is the first time we have buffet together. Now all of you in our gang should know how little time we spend with each other. And shall we have different venues to meet then???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Aidi and I reached 30minutes earlier than the time all of us agreed. So both of us went window shopping while waiting for Cheryl. Aidi and I tried so many types of clothes. By the way, Aidi if you are reading this, I like that tube dress a lot!!! Do not just say "buy lahh" when you know I cannot afford it right now. Saving money for other priorities. But you cannot deny it looks nice horr... How How??? I want discounts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting up with Cheryl, three of us walked over to the restaurant. But there is something pretty weird about the place. Well, I called a day before and they told me no reservations could be made. On the day itself, they asked "Any reservations made?" How come so contradicting??? Weird!!! So three of us started attacking the food after settling down. The first thing we grabbed was the sushi. Aidi and her salmon. Cheryl and I were crazy over oysters. I managed to get some escargots too for everyone. Next, we went over to get sharkfins soup! Thank goodness they did not let us down that day. Thumbs up for the soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image120.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CopyofImage120.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/CopyofImage120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sharkfins soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, here comes the oysters too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CopyofImage143.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/CopyofImage143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oysters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cheryl herself&lt;/span&gt; ate 4! As for me, about there la. Hahaha. I cannot really remember how many did Aidi eat though. Sorry,ya! So since Cheryl is so obsessed with oysters, I decided to ask her to allow me take a photo of her posing with her oyster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CopyofImage184.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/CopyofImage184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image184.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheryl eating oyster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She claimed that she open her mouth so wide until her mouth cramped. Haha... So exaggerating!!! Panda, too bad we did not find any pearl in it. But the day did not end just like that. Before leaving, something very interesting happened!!! One of us, who did not want to reveal herself here, wanted to go toilet after eating coz we drank a lot of Peach tea. She opened the toilet door while the rest of us were behind her. Then, we heard her saying "Eh did I enter the wrong toilet arr?" And one of us said "Correct lahhh". All of us must be wondering why she said that. Well, it is because she saw this person wearing office clothing, exactly like a guy! No doubt the rest were shocked too. Muahaha, it is so embarassing. To this one-of-us, I did what I promised. I did not reveal your identity here. Hahaha. We then decided to go Sg Wang to shop but were distracted when in Pavilion. Too attracted with all the nice nice facial stuff until we did not realised that it started to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my plans were ruined! I wanted to shop for a bag before class starts. In the end, we walked around in Pavilion. Had such a wonderful time in Forever 21. Cheryl and Aidi, you both look great in those dresses. And I love both of the black shirt and dress I tried. Such a nice halter and tube dress!!! But too expensive!!! Aidi, I can still remember your "banana" clothing. Can we have another outing just like that? I totally enjoy that moment. Peaceful and fun. That is indeed what I need right now. Oops before I forget, thanks a lot to Chen for fetching Aidi and I to the nearest bus stop when it was raining. Can't believe class will be starting next week. 4months of holidays ended just like that. Can I have another 4months of holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, a group photo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image213.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CopyofImage213.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/CopyofImage213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-2751907240519111186?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/2751907240519111186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=2751907240519111186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2751907240519111186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2751907240519111186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/09/040908-cheryls-pre-birthday-celebration.html' title='&quot;040908&quot; Cheryl&apos;s Pre-Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/th_CopyofImage120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-2146182100573243831</id><published>2008-09-10T07:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:25:48.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh well, now I know another part of you. Another story to be explored. How interesting this could be. I never thought you are that type of person. Thanks for proving me wrong. Yes, I am done being disappointed. Go on wearing the pretty mask that you have. All I can say is, it is a beautiful illusion~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-2146182100573243831?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/2146182100573243831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=2146182100573243831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2146182100573243831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2146182100573243831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-well-now-i-know-another-part-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-7927219572850025460</id><published>2008-08-13T03:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T04:28:15.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May You Rest In Peace, Anita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Few days ago I was thinking how I should begin with this entry. As usual, there were so much things to say but none was mentioned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Sunday, I received a devastating message from a friend. I went to the "Perfect for Livin' " Expo in KL Convention Centre. Personally, I felt that these trips to the Convention Centre would actually be boring becaus there were nothing for me to see over there. To be precise, totally nothing for me to shop. However, my views changed when I went there. I was pretty fascinated when I stepped into Hall 1 of the Convention Centre itself. Basically, I learned a lot of new things that day. I remembered texting my friend, telling him how fascinated I was and I was pretty surprised that things did not turn out the way I thought it would be. After that trip, I could say I have an idea how I would want my future house to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;While listening to one of the salesperson explaining something to me, I received a message from Kit Mun. I was totally in shocked when I read the message. It started of with, "Our dear friend, Anita Mary passed away due to skin disease. The funeral is today at...". Honestly, who would expect to receive such a message? It is totally a devastating one. I remembered shouting "Oh my God" in the middle of the discussion with the salesperson. Everybody was amazed. Dad asked me what happened and I told him. I even forwarded the message to Poi Phoon and Jo-Ey. All of us were just so shocked and beginning asking each other whether anyone of us will attend the funeral.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All this while, I have heard stories of Anita being in the hospital. I heard that she did not manage to proceed with Form 6 at all. I knew that she had skin disease which caused her to be weak and could not get out of bed. Then I even heard that there was this day where she actually did go home but was admitted to the hospital the following day. I remembered telling Jo-Ey how pitiful Anita was. I wanted to visit her, but nobody would accompany me. And I totally regretted for not visiting her at all. I could not even see her for the last time. After that day, her image was all over in my mind. I remembered how I used to joke around with her back when we were in Form 5. I told her, I have this Indian guy friend whom I thought of introducing to her. It was for fun! Eventually, I did not do that but my guy friend told me that he got to meet her during an interview for scholarship. Accordingly, she told him my plan of introducing both of them. I was pretty embarassed at that moment even though I was joking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I just did not expect that a friend of mine could leave this world so soon. Being only 20, she did not manage to see the world yet. There are so many things out there to explore. She did not have the chance to do so. There are so many things to be achieved, so many things not done, not even working. We all said that God took her back too soon. I was and still am feeling sick therefore I did not attend her funeral.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See Wan called me last night to tell me that she did not manage to donate some money to Anita's family. I asked her how did the funeral go. She told me Anita's mum cried badly. It is totally understandable. Who would not? Then See Wan told me that the priest said he once visited Anita in the hospital and Anita told him that she was suffering. When I heard See Wan saying that, I was imagining how suffering Anita was. It totally freaks me. I was scared at that moment. Then I said, at least this could end Anita's suffering. Anita was tough enough, battling with her disease for more than 2years. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friends told me, this incident shows that we have not seen the world yet. We have not experience so many things yet. This comprises going overseas, vacations, working, and having boyfriends. Then I was told that they now begin to think of having boyfriends. My friend then asked me whether this incident has influenced me in getting a boyfriend sooner. I gave no reply at all. Well, if my friend wants an answer, here it goes:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, it did not influence me in thinking to get a boyfriend soon. I am not saying that you are desperate. It is just that, how soon could that be? You cannot control things like this. If you have not meet the suitable guy, how will you get a boyfriend? Like we all know, nobody knows when we will die. We could die the very next day. At that point, are you going to regret for not having a boyfriend? Fine, you might get one, and then die. Will you then regret that you did not get married and have children? Even if you were lucky enough to get a boyfriend, marry and get kids, you will then regret for not being able to live and have grandchildren. The law just goes on. Even if God decides to give you plenty of years to live, and go through the whole process and even get grandchildren, you will regret for foregoing choices which you did not choose last time. To make things simple, you will regret no matter when you die. Since you will regret anyway, then why don't you live life the fullest and just enjoy it? Why want to know bother yourself with regrets?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anita, May you rest in peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-7927219572850025460?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/7927219572850025460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=7927219572850025460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/7927219572850025460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/7927219572850025460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/08/may-you-rest-in-peace-anita.html' title='May You Rest In Peace, Anita'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-2536982351000099658</id><published>2008-08-04T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:38:00.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, Dad came back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pangkor&lt;/span&gt; already. July 27 itself! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, no presents for me at all. Dad bought anchovies, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;supposedly to be very famous in Pangkor. I do not like anchovies!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gosh, I had the weirdest dream today!!! Kah Jun was evil enough to laugh at me the whole time. But I got to admit that it is a funny dream la. Haha. I am still wondering why did I dream of the big "lightbulb"??? So unrelated. This dream is too random! And silly KJ ask me to go on dreaming tonight so he has more thing to laugh at. I am so speechless!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Yeah, going to meet Xiu Wei tomorrow for our weekly exercise. I have to help her in her assignment too. These people who took business course, I think you guys have too many assignments la. Haha. Very challenging indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Xiu Wei and I was approached by this lady at McDonalds. Basically, she asked us to donate for charity. At first this lady asked me not to scold her. I did not even intend to also! Then she said minimum donation is for $10. I do not get it here... It is called DONATION. So where is the logic if there is a minimum price for us to donate? Then how could this be called donation anymore? In other words, we are forced to donate $10 and above. Do they actually know that not everyone can be so kind to donate $10. Yes, I did not make a contribution in the end. Why??? This is because I am sure that everyone of you know that not all the money actually reach to these poor people. And that makes me fed up. Something must be done to stop this!!! I wonder do I have the ability to do so?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lastly,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIEW PENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-2536982351000099658?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/2536982351000099658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=2536982351000099658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2536982351000099658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2536982351000099658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/08/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-6479795078196745685</id><published>2008-07-27T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T12:34:59.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy will be coming back today! Few more hours to go, I just cannot wait to see him. Yeah, I know you all must be wondering why am I so happy. Daddy went Pangkor yesterday and I did not have the chance to goodbye because I could not wake up. And that is because I slept only at 6am!!! Gosh, I should have stayed up for another hour so that I could bid him goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Owh, he is coming back anyway. He did a few things very different this week. My parents are busy people who works more than 12 hours a day. Yes, I am not joking! Did I mention they are not even the boss the company. Yeah, parents are working for some people who does not seem to be appreciating workers like them. All I could say is, they are STUPID! Anyway, daddy called on Friday, during lunch time to ask me out for lunch. How sweet! He came down all the way despite having lots of work just to have lunch with me. Thumbs up for him! Even though it was a simple meal, I could not help feeling happy. Thanks daddy!!! I hope there will be lots of souvenirs for me, from Pangkor. Hoping and hoping...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-6479795078196745685?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/6479795078196745685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=6479795078196745685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/6479795078196745685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/6479795078196745685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/07/hoping.html' title='Hoping'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-6450145191269156762</id><published>2008-07-20T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T02:46:57.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Call or Not To Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, the question of the day for me is "to call or not to call". I did mentioned about the things I have been going through lately in my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/07/goodbye-siew-peng.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;previous entry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Well, the person did send me a message today, asking funny questions and so called expressing thoughts. As I replied this person, I was laughing deep in me. Laughing, what a jerk this person could be. Or perhaps stupid for not even understanding the words that I typed. I must say that I am not laughing at this person because this person somehow has bad english, I do not look down on people just because of this reasons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the saying goes, "Patience is virtue". Well, patience has its limits too, and my patience has already reached its limit. I am about to explode at this very instance. I was said to be the one who likes to avoid matters and would not face the fact. Well, I am not. As usual, I have always tried to set things rights. Making things clear, crystal clear. However, I received an answer which stated " I need to sleep right now. So, good night". These words were sent to me right after I said " Fine... If you want to talk, talk. Lets settle things clear once and for all". Looks who is the one who has been avoiding? Is it still me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, the person did say that the person's childish and stupid attitude would stopped right now. However, I am asked to promise that I will message the person whenever I am sad or boring. How smart! So the person now will stop texting me instead, I would be the one texting? - Total crap! I will never ever do that. Come on, even when I am bored or sad, the person's name will not even come across my mind!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After all that, I have been doing some thinking. I thought maybe I should give that person a call later at night to set things straight instead of wishing that the person would stop texting me. Should I??? Is that a wise thing to do or would I gain more trouble instead?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I am typing this entry in my room, I so happened to look at the clock and the time right now is 2.36am. Oh well, that means that Tzy Chyi will be leaving in about 4hours time. Time flies, real fast!!! Just wanna let her know, the remainining five of us are wishing her all the best in everything she does. Do not forget us and we cherished every single moment she spent with us. Gosh, that reminds me that she has been my best friend for 11 years already. Last but not least, Sayonara!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember to keep in touch with us and let us know when you have finally settled down in Singapore. We will miss you. And I have started counting down. - 5months to go!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-6450145191269156762?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/6450145191269156762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=6450145191269156762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/6450145191269156762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/6450145191269156762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-call-or-not-to-call.html' title='To Call or Not To Call'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-8266569440321945783</id><published>2008-07-14T03:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:31:23.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I am sitting down here, typing this entry, Siew Peng would be in Queensland, Australia. She is currently staying in a hotel, hoping to search a perfect place as her home in Australia before deciding whether to stay in a hostel or to rent a room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remembered I just sent Fook Rong off not long ago. And here today, I am again blogging about another friend's departure. Seeing them leaving reminds me that time flies real fast. It happens every moment we blink our eyes. Just 4days ago, I was having dinner with Siew Peng, David and Ansyn. I even went for a drink with Siew Peng and David that night at Skybar. Remembering how much we talked about each other's stuff. The things we talked, came out randomly but I know, three of us enjoyed it a lot. Soon, I will be seeing another friend leaving for Singapore for studies. Actually, less than 7days left. In September, another two will be leaving. What a sad year could it be!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps having friends leaving, I could not deny that my mood was affected. Things do not seem to be right. I realised I need someone to talk to. But wait, the thing that is annoying me much affected me the most. I did talked about it that night, but no solution could be found. It has been going on for a very looooooooongggggggggg time. My good friends know what it is about. And do not even think of asking me whom am I referring to because no answers would be given by me. I have been asking myself, is the problem actually with me? I do not understand why some people just do not get what I have been trying to tell them. Believe me, I have even talked harshly towards this person. I have even tried to make this person hate me, but it did not worked? I wonder why? Was my acting skills THAT bad until the person could realise? or was it because the person has the thickest skin ever? Even thicker than leather?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Besides that, I even tried to talk to this person nicely. Explaining why things are not going the way the person wanted. I made my stand and this person clearly knows that I am firm with my stand and decisions made by me would never ever changed. How do I get rid this kind of people. Honestly, I did not even feel a single bit of sorry for talking so harshly because I feel that that person deserves it a lot! Well, I guess this person has an impression that nothing could get out of the way this person wanted. I am sorry to say, not everything will go the way you wanted. Maybe it did in your life, but I would prove you wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh, I felt relieved after letting it all out right now. Of course, there are still lots more not being revealed but I felt better. That is all that I need. Tomorrow would be a better day than today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lastly, ALL THE BEST TO SIEW PENG!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SP.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/SP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will miss ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quote: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup, got it from Kungfu Panda. Love it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh ya, before I forget, Anybody wants to adopt kittens??? Do tell me ASAP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-8266569440321945783?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/8266569440321945783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=8266569440321945783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/8266569440321945783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/8266569440321945783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/07/goodbye-siew-peng.html' title='Thoughts of the Day'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/th_SP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-6253193678883543377</id><published>2008-07-13T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T03:50:18.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know my friends waited for this post a long time ago. So here it is right now. I have decided to sit still and blog blog blog. Basically, we planned so hard for Tzy Chyi's birthday, hoping to give her a memorable birthday since she is leaving for Singapore pretty soon... 7 days left, I guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tzy Chyi decided to celebrate at the Ship since it is nearer to our place. Everyone had a hard time thinking what to buy for her. Xiu Wei eventually gave up and asked the birthday girl what she needs. So there was this day when I went to Mid Valley with Xiu Wei. Wrote that in my previous entry. Luckily, I managed to get a small gift to for Tzy Chyi or else my whole outing would have been pointless. Somehow, the thing I bought would allow her to hang her necklace and earrings. So, basically it has to do with hanging. Haha. Though it was a small gift, I chose it for quite some time and I guess Xiu Wei was pretty fed up with me for being so fussy. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then went out again with Ai Di to shop for the gift once more. This time, I managed to buy a lamp. Hoping that she could use that for studies or something. It took us hours before I get to buy the gift. Ai Di nagged me a lot. Haha. Besides that, we went surveying at The Ship, and booked seats for the night. At least, things got done!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On 28/6, 6 of us finally had the time to meet up! That is something we could not do often. It is always 5 or less but hardly 6! Anyway, we went shopping around Times Square to kill time and we had to take a monorail back to Sungei Wang though it is just opposite because it rained!!! Dinner was at The Ship as mentioned earlier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Menuoftheday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/Menuoftheday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our food for the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all enjoyed our food a lot and then proceeded to eating cake! Having nice food non stop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P6280492.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/P6280492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B'day cake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P6280504.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tzy Chyi" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/P6280504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tzy Chyi with flowers and a penquin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P6280505.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wishing" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/P6280505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=280620081687.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/280620081687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope her wishes will come true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=280620081688.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/280620081688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sw decided it's payback time for TC since Sw has to do that before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P6280506.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/P6280506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The staffs in The Ship were actually good by providing us the birthday song and they even sang along! Besides that, the penquin Tzy Chyi had was a gift from them. One of them helped us to take our group photos. It turned out that he is a lousy photographer. Only one out of three photos could be considered as ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P6280493.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/P6280493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tzy Chyi and See Wan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P6280495.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/P6280495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ai Di and Tzy Chyi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P6280496.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/P6280496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poi Phoon and Tzy Chyi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P62804991.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/P62804991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group Pic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P6280500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/P6280500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tzy Chyi and Xiu Wei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P6280501.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/P6280501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tzy Chyi and Krystle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our dinner ended pretty early. And of course, we continued taking photos while waiting for the bill as well as before we left The Ship!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=280620081672.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Poi Phoon and I" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/280620081672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest Panda and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AiDiandI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ai Di and I" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/AiDiandI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest Ai Di and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GroupPic11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Group Pic 1" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/GroupPic11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Final pic of Awesome 6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day ends with this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P6280515.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/P6280515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outside The Ship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-6253193678883543377?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/6253193678883543377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=6253193678883543377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/6253193678883543377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/6253193678883543377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/07/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/TC%20Birthday/th_Menuoftheday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-1842316619781010478</id><published>2008-06-19T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:53:34.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in MidValley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to college today to meet Xiu Wei. Before that, decided to stop by at Roti Man to get some buns for her since she was complaining for hunger. I saw a classmate and spoke to her about the post-mortem of the exams. Finally, Xiu Wei rang me and the conversation ended at that point of time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We then went to search books for her assignment. Thank GOD we managed to find a few books. Hope I did help her in some way... Well, I guess she is surely having a hard time doing her assignment without knowing anything about it. Perhaps lack of research. But she did say even if she did her research, she might never understand a single thing. So that leads to a question, how is she going to sit for her exams??? Besides that, I experienced the "shock of the day". I did not expect to see that person though. At the end of the day, felt that it was shocking yet interesting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did some shopping in Mid Valley today. Spent a fortune even though I did not buy much. Burnt holes in my pockets. Got to start saving for future plans. Managed to get TC a gift. Hope she will like it. I personally like the gift. Can't wait for Saturday to come. Right now, my toes hurt!!! Any idea how should I reduce the pain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Promised XW that I would post this pictures up...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do u expect from a person who parks his car like this??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image205.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image205.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/Image205.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A note which states...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image204.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image204.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/Image204.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This leads to... Vandalism. The owner of the car should not feel mad when someone eventually decides to "decorate" or do something to his car!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-1842316619781010478?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/1842316619781010478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=1842316619781010478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/1842316619781010478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/1842316619781010478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-in-midvalley.html' title='A Day in MidValley'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/th_Image205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-2883987949455441827</id><published>2008-06-06T02:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T03:05:28.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUNCHING BAG!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLACE TO S-C-R-E-A-M!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Can someone help me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-2883987949455441827?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/2883987949455441827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=2883987949455441827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2883987949455441827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2883987949455441827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/06/help.html' title='HELP!!!'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-1397172683929003352</id><published>2008-06-04T16:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:12:56.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doom day is nearing!!! Hate the feeling so much. I have been talking about it with Jamie for so many times. Psycho called me psycho for worrying too much and asked me not to get worried. She sounds as if she has lots of confidence in me. Bangang la, I am so worried. Psycho influenced me too much with her "bangang". Lolz. Psycho, I am super worried. SAVE ME!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the middle of the holidays and I have not done much shopping yet. I need to be on the move. Job hunting is terrible. No replies yet. Why why why??? Nobody wants me!!! I am referring to the job aspect. Haha. I am in need of job and money money money. Friends are leaving one by one. How sad......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Having fever right now. And the right side of my head hurts. Someone said that my right brain should just burst than I do not have to re-sit for my exams. Bodohnya, as if he knows that I am going to fail and my brains should just burst so I don't have to re-sit. Psycho, you should whack him for me!!! Fever fever, go away... Come again another day, I don't have time for you right now. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-1397172683929003352?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/1397172683929003352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=1397172683929003352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/1397172683929003352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/1397172683929003352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/06/doom-day-is-nearing-hate-feeling-so.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-8772211081933304603</id><published>2008-05-22T16:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:31:54.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Exam BOREDOM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When studying, I have always been thinking of holidays. Now, I am having my 4months holiday. Yeah, it sounds like paradise... But up to today, after days of boredom, I just realised that I have stopped going to college for just 8days. 8DAYS!!! and I am feeling sooooooo bored at home. I did meet my friends, on the first two days of holidays but the remaining 6days were just dull!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt great when exams were over, but at the same time worrying for the results. Hope that it would turn out well. After criminal law paper, KJ and I decided to go for a movie. However, See Wan called me right after my exams, and told me that she is in Help. She wants to see me, and I have to be a tour guide. So yeah, I did... It was a short tour, but main point is I get to meet up with her. Then we took a bus over to main campus to meet up with KJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of us went over to Mid Valley right after that. Throughout that whole journey, KJ, as usual... teased me!!! and See Wan talked to him about football. The glory of Man-U. Both KJ and I were feeling super hungry and KJ said he wanted to eat ramen. See Wan introduced to us a shop, OH SUSHI which was claimed to be famous for their ramen. I bet KJ agrees with me that that was the worst ramen we have ever tasted. Lolz. After eating, we loitered around until See Wan decided to go home. So, both KJ and I decided to watch a movie. We chose Iron Man, though we watched it before. I agree with him, Robert Downey Jr looks cool, especially the part where he said "Jericho". The day did not end without a funny incident. Both KJ and I learned a new language. Haha... He knows what I meant. Gosh, that day was really embarassing. I have never experienced that before. Thank God, nobody that we knew saw us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, sitting down right in front of the computer typing this entry while feeling super boredddd... Decided to look for jobs to past my free time while earning moneyyy. Why I need money? Coz so many of my friends are leaving, so many friends' birthdays fall within these 2months. So I am officially broke! Planning to do internship but the pay is... Argh, never mind. I will see what I can get. Hope I do get a job!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-8772211081933304603?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/8772211081933304603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=8772211081933304603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/8772211081933304603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/8772211081933304603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Post-Exam BOREDOM!!!'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-2798404315751356775</id><published>2008-05-01T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T02:21:25.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre - Exam Stress???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exam is in 3days time. At this point of time, I should be prepared for the exams. However, I am feeling very very stress. This type of stress is something in which I have never ever felt before. I don't think I am prepared for the exams. I can't study right now. I don't know why. Something is wrong but I can't tell what it is. I did think of deferring my exams, but mum, who still does not know how I am feeling, mentioned that I should give it a try.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't get it, why am I feeling like this right now? Why, throughtout my years of studying, I have not felt that way before? I always think that it is ridiculous for some people to say that we, as girls should just get married and problems would be solved. Must be living in fairy tale though. Up to this point, I still don't agree with that statement made by some people. However, everyone have their own dream - mentioned by the person who have that dream, you know who you are. But, I am feeling so stress until I could not study. I am in need of help! But who would help me??? Nobody could, except for myself. But how do I overcome this??? I did discussed about this to Jamie and PP. So, I guess they know what is going on with me but can't help me either. Maybe the fact that exam is in 3days triggered this feeling of mine. Nevertheless, I should and will not give up. I've got to finish what I have started. I shall finish this race no matter how. Krystle, be confident in yourself and GOD will do the rest. HAVE FAITH!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both PP and Jamie had been really helpful. I was discussing this same issue with PP thru msn. And this is what she said:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CLPP says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but u calm down 1st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CLPP says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;think positive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CLPP says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;must be positive de when u walk into exam hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CLPP says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;confidently write ur answer or watever den can liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CLPP says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;every q must stop at 30 to 45 min liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CLPP says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dun care whether u reach conclusion onot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CLPP says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is a must!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CLPP says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dun waste time liao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CLPP says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;aiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CLPP says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;worst to worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CLPP says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if really fail u mai take at august lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Jamie, she told me this: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" Don't give up now. Just take today off for a while. Be positive and you should not be thinking about the outcome. Just give it your best shot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, someone tell me a reason why I should not love them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-2798404315751356775?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/2798404315751356775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=2798404315751356775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2798404315751356775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2798404315751356775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/05/pre-exam-stress.html' title='Pre - Exam Stress???'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-3751267107167162582</id><published>2008-04-17T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:44:07.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow Up!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exam is in two weeks time! Gosh,  I am feeling so nervous about it. Interesting things have been going on lately. Of course it include happy, sad, annoying and most of all, shocking! I just don't get it. Since exam is in 2 weeks time, why some people rather spend their time creating scenes than studying?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't get it when people who would jeopardise studies over something. Why would you want to do that? Besides, you drag other people into the picture. You make things worse and tiring. Are you really happy? I am really interested to know, what have you achieved by doing so? I always thought that you were someone who could think sanely,rationally. It turns out that you're not that sane either. So, never ever judge a book by its cover. Most of us are unhappy to see that you, being our friend, putting yourself into this situation. We are all worried and at the same time mad at you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How would happiness exist if it is obtained by way of threatening??? Where is the logic in this case? I am disappointed because you actually drag someone whom you are close with into the picture. Your feeling of being insecure or perhaps intimidated have affected people around you. A person whom is suppose to be your good friend are even afraid and has nothing more to say to you. I just hope that you would face this situation as an adult and rationally. For now, you are just being selfish. And when I say you are, I mean it! I hope at some point of time, you will gain your senses back and start thinking properly. Be mindful that whatever you do or say, you are affecting someone. So grow up!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enough of that... Met up with Joey and Jenny recently. I am overjoyed when Jen told me that she will be studying psychology in the same college. Not forgetting, Joey too!!! My darling will finally be with me. Muahaha. That sounds weird, I know. Hope my dear would not get jealous. Would you, Rachel??? Haha. Rachel is having a huge problem. She does not know where to study. I spoke to her for a few times over the phone but that problem is always there. Up to now, she still hasn't make up her mind. Rachel, the month May is coming soon. Shouldn't you be doing something about it??? And you are getting old in a 3days time! You have actually reached the second decade of your life. I need to say sorry in advance for not being able to attend your birthday celebration. Hope you would understand why. If you don't, not fit to be my dear!!! Hahaha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-3751267107167162582?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/3751267107167162582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=3751267107167162582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/3751267107167162582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/3751267107167162582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/04/grow-up.html' title='Grow Up!!!'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-708869775948858988</id><published>2008-02-21T23:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:47:56.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Look In Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing much happened this week though but I appreciate and enjoy every single day of my life despite being tired by routine work. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The looks which makes me feel pleasant this whole week long... And I can't seem to forget it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image123-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Fam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image123-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Fam/Image123-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such an innocent look&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope everybody are enjoying their day!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-708869775948858988?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/708869775948858988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=708869775948858988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/708869775948858988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/708869775948858988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/02/look-in-your-eyes.html' title='The Look In Your Eyes'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Fam/th_Image123-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-8978053382438950711</id><published>2008-02-16T20:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T02:34:28.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last month, despite with the busy schedules, we finally went down to Malacca. We used to go there every year to enjoy the holidays as well as shopping for our school uniforms. This time, we went down to attend my cousin's wedding dinner. Originally, the wedding dinner was supposed to be in Sydney, Australia. Yeah, a great chance for me to visit Sydney. Sadly, it is not a holiday so many of us could not attend. So, my cousin decided to have another dinner in Malacca, only close family members were invited so that he could introduce his wife, a Australian-Vietnamese to all of us. The venue for the dinner was Good New World Restaurant in Melaka Raya. I read several reviews that the food in that restaurant were deemed to be delicious. However, I would grade the food at an acceptable level. Nothing more. Like the saying goes "One man's meat is another man's poison". I did not enjoy the food but I did enjoy that night. I met my cousins and nephews. I have two nephews, one who is very friendly and the other who cries whenever he meets people who are strangers to him. Despite that, both share the same intelligence. They called me "Jie Jie". *giggles* Aren't they cute and smart???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moment I got back from Malacca, I had assessment that week itself. The journey to college was unforgettable for me. I wore high heels because we were required to wear formal. As I was descending the flight of stairs in Avenue K, the sole of my shoes came off without me noticing. I guess the next event need not need to be said. Yeah, I FELL!!! Thank GOD there were not many people at the train station or else, I really do not know where to hide my face. Dad came to the rescue after I gave him a call. He bought super glue and fixed my shoes for me. Eventually, he was late for work. Thanks DAD!!! I shall not mention the injuries which were inflicted... I guess when Panda reads this, she would be laughing out loud. That is because I always laugh at her for falling regardless of any types of shoes she wears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valentines day was just two days ago. As usual, no celebrations for me... Nothing much to be said about it. This week itself was really interesting. On Tuesday itself, I kept on bumping into the same person no matter where I go. Lots of funny things happened that day. It reminds me of that my life is not boring to that extent. I should feel contented and always accept whatever that happens! On the very same day, I got stucked at the Bangsar train station for GOD knows how long. It seems that there was some problems going on at the Ampang Park station. I met Kenny there and I should have listened to him and get a cab with him since we were heading to the same direction. Yeah, I did not listen resulting in me reaching KLCC only 3 hours later!!! However, I met the person I bumped into earlier that day. So, I guess I am lucky enough being able to bump into that person again which resulted me not being alone and bored!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I managed to chat with Siew Peng not long ago. I am so glad to have a friend like her, always feeling contented no matter what happens. This time, I had a really long chat with her. I am not too certain how to describe her. Personally, I feel that words are not enough to describe her. She seems to know how I feel without me telling her. Note that we have not seen each other for a really long time too. I must say I miss her. I miss those days where she would tell me everything and I would tell her mine too. I have to say she seems to be understanding me a lot, deep down inside me. She did mention that I could find her whenever I wanted to and whenever I am sad or down. After our long conversation, she wrote something in which I did not expect her to. She said:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"However, I know that when you are sad or facing any problems, you will never tell us"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is why I said that she seems to understand me a lot even though the number of years of our friendship are not long. I am feeling so blessed to have so many great friends with me. For that, I am contented.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quote : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good friends are just like stars. You don't always see them, but you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;know they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-8978053382438950711?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/8978053382438950711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=8978053382438950711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/8978053382438950711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/8978053382438950711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-month-despite-with-busy-schedules.html' title='Deep Thoughts'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-2479000129757139955</id><published>2008-01-20T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:43:56.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Saturdays are quite boring lately. I wish for changes, desperately. After spending most of my weekends at home, I wish to change my routine a little. Perhaps not lots out outing, but I do need some of that once a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this Saturday different from the others? This Saturday, my parents decided to make love letters. Yeah, the one we eat and crave for every Chinese New Year... It is better known as kuih kapit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image099.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image099.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/Image099.jpg" border="0" alt="Love Letters" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks tasty, don't they??? Minor contribution from me. Haha... I am still in the learning process though. So I hopeI get to contribute more next year. Next thing I did was to clean my room. After months of nagging from my parents, finally I cleaned my room. My room is not big, and I have not finished cleaning yet. That shows... I have toooo many things in my room. Wonder how long do I need to clean the entire room. I must not be lazy anymore!!! One thing I like about cleaning my room is, I get to pack all my old clothes and books and donate them. Whenever I do so, I just feel so thankful to have a family. I have my love ones, I get to go shopping unlike the orphans. They need it more than me. I feel bad though, having to give them my old clothes. Gosh, I wish I have tonnes of money!!! So that I can do something for them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-2479000129757139955?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/2479000129757139955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=2479000129757139955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2479000129757139955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2479000129757139955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/01/boring-saturday.html' title='Boring Saturday'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/th_Image099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-6436805688215843526</id><published>2008-01-19T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:28:31.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, I am completely done with my assignments. Hence, more time for studies!!! I have not been studying lately plus with nagging from parents, I feel sooooo guilty. *slap* I wish that would work. Nono, I have to make it work!!!As I have mentioned earlier, things have been really interesting. Well, I have never ever thought that I would get to know a person just like that. Perhaps it is true that there is a first time for everything. I have got to admit that the end of last year seems to be great. I got to know so many good friends. Fun friends whom I love hanging out with. I am not comparing these new friends of mine with my other friends. They are all equally special to me. I just enjoy getting to know more and more people. Oh well, I just love companies!!! Though I would love to have some moment for myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chinese New Year is round the corner. To be exact, in about 3 weeks time. I have not done any shopping yet... So I guess no new clothes for the new year even though I did "try" to go out for shopping. Last week's shopping was unsuccessful. I fell sick!!! Seems to me that I am easier to get sick lately. Immune system not functioning, perhaps. Wait, it has nothing to do with my immune system. ME!!! Parents have been nagging about my sleeping hours and it is turning into a habit. Daddy has been complaining a lot... He said that due to my sleeping hours, I am sooooo weak lately. Actually, I am in the process of recovering. It has been one week!!! I am having flu, and a HUGE ulcer in my throat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basically when I talk, my left side of the throat and right side of the ear hurts. How sad. Then came the day when I could not talk. My voice... GONE!!! I still remember that meanie Allen actually laughed at me when I told him that I lost my voice. How cruel!!! Family and friends actually asked me to see a doctor. But I procrastinate, thinking that it would heal after all. After one week of struggle, I lost to my family and friends. I went to see a doctor, told him that I have a terrible cough and suspecting that I have an ulcer in my throat. Fine, he checked and confirmed that I have a huge ulcer. He said if it grew any lower, it would have totally affected my ear. Sigh, I am still having difficulty in breathing and talking. It is affecting me badly alright. Due to this, I could not go out with my friends. I guess Rachel, Alison and See Wan enjoyed shopping today!!! Besides that, I bet they are enjoying steamboat. My favourite!!! I must be OK!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-6436805688215843526?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/6436805688215843526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=6436805688215843526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/6436805688215843526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/6436805688215843526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/01/sick-again.html' title='Sick Again'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-4251188910066795090</id><published>2008-01-09T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T02:02:38.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible Weather and People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ARGHHHH... My grandma once told me that when it is nearing the Chinese New Year, the weather is suppose to be sunny and windy. Thanks to the massive changes we have done to our Mother Earth, everything seems to be happening the opposite way. It rained and rained and rained... I wonder when would things be back to normal again!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At 2am, usually I would feel hot resulting me to rely the air-cond in my room. Today, I am glad that I did not need to use the air-cond because the weather is just cold. Wait,did I mention&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;??? NO!!! It is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREAKING COLDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!!! I am shivering right now which is sooooooo not right. Even Rachel is sick right now. And she blames the weather!!! Rachel, get well soon. Or maybe you can call in sick so that you could get a day off since you have been telling me that your work sucks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Despite feeling freaking cold, I am stuck with Consti assignment right now. Due date is Friday and I have not jotted any words down. I am so in need of something which would motivate me right now. I did the most stupid thing last week and can't help feeling scared, worried and depress over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HOW CAN I BE SO CARELESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;??? ARGH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went to shop for a dress for my cousin's wedding dinner yesterday. I managed to buy the color and type of dress I like but my mood was totally ruined. When I was trying some other clothes, one of the sales girl told me "Even the blind can see that you would not fit in this". She mentioned&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLIND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;... I wonder, if the blind can see, then why are they called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;??? As usual, the same old me, I can't help but to give her a piece of my mind. Yeah, I actually told her that "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the blind people can feel or touch or even smell except for seeing. So who are you to insult me. FYI, I came and tried this before with my mum and guess what, I FIT in this exact shirt!!!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She just treated as nothing happened and began recommending other type of clothes for me. With a displeasure, I stormed out of the shop and gave her an evil grin. I am angry because she could always phrase it in a better way. Besides, couldn't she use her brains?If blind can see then they are not BLIND!!! And where on earth are her manners??? So horrible!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There are so many things to be done right now. New Year shopping!!! That is a must!!! Starting to get dates for shopping now. Found my first "victim". I am so broke too... Pockets are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;VERY VERY DRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Need money to shop but I am not working!!! Someone please sponsor me... The other thing to complete is LMS assignment. Due next week. Have to finish by Wednesday so that I can go out with my "victim". Oh ya, not forgetting lunch with that person whom I keep on apologising too. Great, I feel so bad right now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;NEED TO SPEED UP IN EVERYTHING I AM DOING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!!! I want my normal life back!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Quote: Don't give up!!! When there is a will, there is a way!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-4251188910066795090?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/4251188910066795090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=4251188910066795090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/4251188910066795090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/4251188910066795090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/01/horrible-weather-and-people.html' title='Horrible Weather and People'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-14383936637884811</id><published>2008-01-04T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:05:40.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Going On With Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ARGHH~~~~~~ I am so tired. I do not know why but lately have been feeling very very tired though I did sleep. I am so in need of a massaging chair!!! Daddy, if you ever read this please get me a massaging chair!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just handed in my assignments today and I handed in late. FREAK~~~ What is going on with me. Sigh, I have said once... I am feeling sooooooo tired. Perhaps I should stop becoming like an owl. I need to have my normal sleeping time again!!! The time I actually slept well was in Singapore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh, went there for 5 days and I walked veryyyyyy far every single day. Lucky me, my whole family and I manage to buy ourselves each a pair of sports shoes which were on the priority list. Poor mum and youngest brother's old sports shoes were torn on the very day we bought the new sport shoes. I guess it is meant to be spoilt. The old sport shoes are brand new though. No matter what shoes we get from BATA, it spoils fast and easily!!! I do not want to Buy my shoes, And Throw Away!!! Is there any other way for them to improve the quality of their shoes once again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recently, something happened. I am still unsure as to whether it is a good thing or not. Still speculating though. It happened in an odd way but nevertheless I guess that makes it interesting. It is still progressing but I hope in between there are no misunderstandings. Timing is really not right. Timetable clashes!!! I am so sorry for always being unable to attend the outings so far. If you are reading this, I am sincerely apologising for the wrong timings. I am not creating excuses not to go out with you. But I assure you that there would at least be once outing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-14383936637884811?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/14383936637884811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=14383936637884811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/14383936637884811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/14383936637884811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-going-on-with-me.html' title='What Is Going On With Me?'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-8332046159672718708</id><published>2007-11-03T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:41:18.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bro's Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally today is the day where my brother graduated from his Form 5!!! The event was scheduled to start at 8.45am but I only got out from my house at 8.30am. Luckily no there isn't any traffic jam, thus I am early!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The event started of with lots of speeches, as usual. Mum and I nearly fell asleep. I had to be a photographer for my brother's friend. He was quite disappointed because his mother could not make it for his graduation. Nevertheless, I promised him to take pictures and video so that he could send to his mother who is now in Australia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bro's Fren&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Fam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Fam/Image009.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After ceremony, people started running around to take photos. It reminds me when I was in Form 5. Didn't had a formal graduation like him though. Some of my masterpiece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1010378.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/P1010378.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bro and his friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Fam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1010379.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Fam/P1010379.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ams and Jon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1010380.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/P1010380.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POSER!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the way back, we stopped by to buy some food due to our hunger!!! I took the opportunity to take pictures along with Tigeress's gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Krystle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-8332046159672718708?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/8332046159672718708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=8332046159672718708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/8332046159672718708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/8332046159672718708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-today-is-day-where-my-brother.html' title='Bro&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/th_Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-3243809313805246080</id><published>2007-11-02T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:33:49.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Argh, lately everything don't seems right to me. Whatever I do, the results turn out to be the opposite way. I wonder why!!! Tell me why!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It started of with a lousy week... I am so not ok and not even recovering yet. On September 25, I started of in a new environment at a new study area. I didn't really like it at first but had to be there due to the lack of choice. I miss all my friends. I miss Siew Peng!!! I miss the moments when she and i would meet up for breakfast, the moments when we go home together. Lots to tell her. It always sounds like never ending stories. Besides that, I miss the moment when she and I would stop by at the shopping mall near my house for "mua zi". Siew Peng, I miss u and our "mua zi" date. U owe me lots of stories also. I miss Joanne!!! I miss the moments when she talked to me about cute guys and all the shows we were watching. I can tell her anything. Sigh, I miss her a lot!!! I miss David and all my other friends also. I miss the way they crack jokes. I feel as though I lost friends to talk to. He could not listen and give me ideas to solve my problems anymore. Most of all, I got no one to talk to anymore. I feel so lost and alone!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess the only pleasant moment is during my birthday. As usual, my gang, comprising Panda, Tigeress, Peacock, Piglet and Kangaroo and I meet up to have lunch in Times Square. We were suppose to have steamboat for lunch, but plans changed. Kanga suggested to Gasoline, after the "bad" experience we had in Sungei Wang. Gasoline has a nice environment but the food there are just not satisfying!!! The chicken i ordered was as hard as rock. Luckily I am not an old woman or else, bye bye to my teeth. Hmm, not forgetting that Peacock brought a very unique cake for all of us to enjoy. Yummy!!! Thanks everyone for the special moment. Besides that, thanks you 5, my awesome friends for the gifts. Love them lots. Since I promised Tigeress that I will pose with her gift, I did so!!! See, promise fulfilled...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/My%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1010352.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/My%20Day/P1010352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/My%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PandameandAiDI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/My%20Day/PandameandAiDI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awesome friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another memorable outing with David, Siew Peng, Joanne and Fook Rong. A belated birthday celebration. The reasons for the delay is because our friend Mr Fook Rong had to go back to his hometown. So we had it later. However, I still want to thank for his presence though he has an exam on Monday. Thanks for sparing some time to have lunch with us. I hope I didn't waste much of your time to study. Before that, Siew Peng and I agreed to meet up at 10.30am because she has to work after that. I woke up at 9am, watched tv for a while since there is still some time left. Somehow, the TV ended up watching me sleeping instead of me watching it. Surprisingly when I woke up it was 1pm!!! Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy toooo late. I freaked out, and changed and zoomed out immediately. Soooooooooooooooo SORRY Siew Peng. God knows what happened to me on that day! Sorry to my parents and ALL of you guys for worrying for me. Argh, I think I'm totally drained out on that day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love the book they got for me!!! Fahrenheit's "First Photo Album". Love it sooooo much. Lots of interesting pictures. To Joanne, " Sorry, I can't tear Ya Lun's part coz he's too cute and I will spoil the book if i really did so. But I can take pics for you to see!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/My%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fahrenheit.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/My%20Day/fahrenheit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gift from them - Fahrenheit First Photo Album&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/My%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BdayCard.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/My%20Day/BdayCard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday Card&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We walked over to Starhill after our lunch and my nightmare began. I should not have gone to the toilet. Argh. There is where I lost my baby~~~ My n73 GONEEEEEEEEEE!!! FOREVER!!! Argh, curse that person!!! So angry and so disappointed. Yeah, I cried. First time, in front of so many people. Shame Shame on me. I just couldn't control myself. I want my baby back!!! That was the second bad luck I had on that day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At about 5.30pm, we went over to Sungei Wang when Joanne said she had to leave. So, the two guys accompanied to shop for my mum's present. While walking, I saw the ambassadors for SODA. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/?action=view&amp;amp;current=soda_couple.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/soda_couple.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yumiko Cheng and Dylan Kuo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That was surprising because I mentioned to Joanne not long ago, when we were in Pavilion. I immediately called her to tell her about the news. She did something which nobody would have done. She wasted her $2.10, came out from the monorail station just to see them!!! Can u actually believe that? Hahaha... But it is a fact that Dylan Kuo is hot!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/?action=view&amp;amp;current=soda_dylankuo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/soda_dylankuo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan Kuo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things were slightly better until last Tuesday. During tutorials, I had to rushed out to vomit. Don't even know what is wrong with me. I didn't eat anything wrong, and somehow just vomited. Crap~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next day, I fell sick. Flu, cough and fever, one complete package!!! Things just get worst... How worst could it go??? I don't even want to think about it. I felt so drowsy during class, could hardly pay attention. Gosh, I guess my lecturer saw me closing my eyes. She is going to dislike me for that. Oh man, why didn't I explain to her??? Sigh... Then I had to stop at KLCC as usual because my parents insist in me to wait for them. They were worried and said that it is not wise for me to go home alone while feeling drowsy. So I was walking like a zombie and out of no where, I saw Joey G and Jonathan Putra (JP). Woah... They are so cute!!! If I am not mistaken, they were filiming for their famous show "Remote Control". Gosh, can't believe that I get to see them when I am sick and I was wearing the faculty's t-shirt. Eweeee, so ugly!!! Finally, went to see a doctor on Thursday. Doctor said that my cough is due to the irritation of my throat. Yeah, sore throat. Now, I am talking like a penguin.... Eweeeeeee... Terrible voice. Just can't wait to be back on track. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My brother's graduation is in 10hours time and I am still awake when in actual fact he told me to prepare to be a photographer, and to listen to boring speeches made by his headmistress. Another long day to go~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-3243809313805246080?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/3243809313805246080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=3243809313805246080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/3243809313805246080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/3243809313805246080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2007/11/argh-lately-everything-dont-seems-right.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/My%20Day/th_P1010352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-78664657149593769</id><published>2007-09-13T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:20:47.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It isn't the exact date but it is the day we celebrated the SPECIAL DAY with her. After months not seeing each other, this is the chance we were able to meet. As usual, the venue was NEWAY in Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Neway.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/Neway.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, I was late. So SORRY PANDA!!! Met them at Sushi King before heading over to Neway. Had an opportunity to taste yummy unagi. We started at 1 and experienced some disturbance in between. Stupid remote wasn't working each time i request for songs. Bad luck~~~ The person restarted the computer twice, changed the remote thrice. What else could go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my friends were singing, I managed to catch some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CopyofCopyofP1010337.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/CopyofCopyofP1010337.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Birthday Gal - Panda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CopyofP1010328.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/CopyofP1010328.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tigeress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CopyofCopyofP1010326.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/CopyofCopyofP1010326.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kanga-Roo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CopyofP1010323.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/CopyofP1010323.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peacock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CopyofP1010324.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/CopyofP1010324.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Piglet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way singing, we stopped and started singing the birthday song when the waiter came in with the lovely cake. Credits given to "Peacock" for choosing the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CopyofP1010343.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/CopyofP1010343.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our group photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic might looks a bit weird though. Thanks to the silly waiter who doesn't know how to take pictures. Ok, I am not trying to insult him... But who would take a blur photo, gives us a smile and WALK AWAY??? He is just horrible but I wouldn't let him ruin our fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CopyofPandasbirthday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Panda%20Day/CopyofPandasbirthday.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The day didn't ended just like that. At about 5pm, Piglet and I accompanied Panda to Sungai Wang to get mooncakes. Woah, lots to choose. I have stopped buying mooncakes for years. The reason is because I can wait and get free mooncakes from mum's friends. Different types every year from different places. Haha. All I can say is, before the festival actually starts, I have 6 different boxes of mooncakes ranging from Westin to Tai Thong waiting to be eaten. The interesting topic here is the way Panda chooses her mooncakes. First, we stopped at the Tai Thong booth. She chose the mooncakes she want and before paying, she hopped to another booth to choose!!! That is the first time I see people buying mooncakes that way. So special... The person in charge of the following stall was a cute guy. Ai Di agreed with me too that he was cute. He was the second good looking guy of the day whom I saw. Six hours of outing and there are only two cute ones. How interesting~~~ Anyway, Panda made one big round before getting back to Tai Thong and bought the mooncakes she chose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-78664657149593769?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/78664657149593769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=78664657149593769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/78664657149593769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/78664657149593769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2007/09/panda-day.html' title='Panda Day'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/th_Neway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-5393717274706805875</id><published>2007-08-29T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T03:50:54.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exam is in 9hours and 45minutes!!! Here i am awake, studying and at the same time feeling sleepy and scared!!! ARGH!!! If only i could release my stress and stop feeling so scared. I'm bout to blow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-5393717274706805875?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/5393717274706805875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=5393717274706805875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/5393717274706805875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/5393717274706805875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2007/08/stress.html' title='STRESS!!!!'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-7711865686935549016</id><published>2007-08-11T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:07:08.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally!!! I'm able to sit here and blog. Lately, i have assignments here and there and finals is just around the corner. Sigh, such a tight schedule. Finals is just in two weeks time and my mind seems to be empty. I'm feeling so lost!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, problems seem to be following me. I'm feeling lost... and FRUSTRATED!!! Something is haunting me... Oh well, that something is not a ghost,anyway. Few people out there know about this. They have been trying to help me to solve it but it is not working yet so far until about two weeks ago. I'm saying this honestly... To that person out there, you make me feel so uncertain. I am not sure whether to treat you as a friend a not. Not to say that I hate you but... you're freaking me out!!! I have not been feeling just like this for a very long time. Can't you just have a life without involving me??? I don't want to have anything to do with you. So what if you got me a luxurious gift? I'm so not interested!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what were you thinking when you got that... Thought that I would treat you better? Well, I am saying it right now. NO WAY!!! Don't care what silly ideas you have, thinking that I am afraid with it. With that stinking attitude you used to treat me, do you ACTUALLY think that I will treat you nice? DREAM ON! I must clarify this, I don't hate you but I just DON'T CARE about you. So you should just move on with your life without me as your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so much better now. I have people helping me to solve this. I really don't know how to thank them especially a particular person. Wonder how could i show my gratitude towards you. Will figure about that. As for now, I am so done with my assignment!!! Yesterday was the deadline for Criminal Assessed and Writing Skills. I spent one whole night not sleeping just to finish the Writing Credit. Actually, Joanne and David suffered just like me. Oh well, bet other classmates experienced that too. Finally, we're so over it. Now is time to concentrate for finals. MUST DO WELL!!! David, Joanne and I rushed over to The Web to print our essays. When we went there, The Web was supposed to be closed because some online survey thing was on. Argh, who cares. David and I sneaked in since we were rushing for time. I managed to print everything but poor David and Joanne. David didn't manage to print everything because somehow the printer did not function. As for Joanne, she ran over to the library and found out that no computers are available. She was cursing around... First time hearing her saying, I HATE TAYLOR'S!!! Due to lack of time, she ran over to Mac Center to print it. Unknown to her, the Uncle Mac is charging $0.50 each for the first 10pages. Yeah, she cursed again. She was sleepy and that incident really kept her awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, that poor friend of us, Fook Rong was waiting for us all alone. Felt bad. Hehe... After settling everything, we rushed down to KL. Fook Rong brought us over to Low Yat to get his things done. After walking for so many rounds due o the fact that he could not find the shop, I decided to asked him the name of the shop since I am the only KL person among four of us. Guess what, the exact location of the shop is IMBI PLAZA!!! Without hesitating, we went over to Kenny Rogers in Times Square for lunch. YUM YUM!!! Our show was scheduled to start at 2.30pm. Rush rush rush. Our situation really matched with the title of the show. RUSH HOUR. Honestly, the whole show was funny but with an average storyline. Joanne was too tired and eventually felt asleep halfway. Paid $11 to sleep. Haha... I laughed through out the whole movie. Time passed real fast. We all left at 5pm and there is where the traffic jam starts. Before that, Fook Rong and I brought Joanne over to Lot 10. I intended to ask her to use the pedestrian bridge but she decided to cross the road even though there was a sign stating $500 fine if caught for J-walking. I spent one whole day just like that. Hectic but fun!!! I can't wait for holidays!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-7711865686935549016?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/7711865686935549016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=7711865686935549016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/7711865686935549016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/7711865686935549016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-7508150804344131870</id><published>2007-06-05T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:08:23.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Joanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, i'll start of by wishing Joanne,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=30052007474copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/30052007474copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, about 11 of us along with Joanne celebrated her birthday in Pizza Hut. Yummy... Can't imagine that we spent 30minutes just to make an order and our break is only 1hour!!! David sms-ed Mr Bala, our criminal lecturer to tell him that we would be late. And suprising enough, Mr Bala didn't mind and told us to sms him when we are back. He's such a nice lecturer. Not forgetting, a birthday girl must have a birthday cake. Yeah, she did have hers. Haha... The cake was yummy too. Glad that David and i did not make the wrong choice. So, everyone had their meal, and we enjoyed a lot though it's for a short period. Stomach satisfied... Time for hibernating... Nono, there's still a criminal tutorial!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went into the class and saw only 3students and Mr Bala in the class. Gee, millions of apologies. In the end, Mr Bala told us that he decided not to have tutorials and gave us an inspiring lecture instead. Yeah, we did felt bad, don't we. So guys, we must do something about it!!! I must stop procrasinating!!! *slap slap* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;End of tutorial session and i went to library while David and Joanne were deciding whether to go for a movie or not. Some how, i felt that David would cancel the plan after listening to the inspiring lecture. Oh well, true enough!!! Managed to get a few books to read while waiting to go home. And the first thing David told me was "I want to sleep first". Fine, admit it, library is his second home. *giggles* Surprisingly, we saw Mee Cui too. Had a short chat with Mee Cui and i was able to update myself with news involving someone that i do concern and worry a lot. So glad that she turned out to be fine, being able to move on. Getting to know that she's able to move on with her life and starting to forget that jerk really made my day. Haha, i don't usually call someone that and i know i am mean to call him jerk but he deserves it!!! She should just ask him to get a life!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, my day in college ended great. Such a peaceful day with no problems at all. How i wish everyday would be the same but, it would be really dull to experience the same thing everyday, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quotes to share: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Desire is the key to motivation, but it's the determination and commitment to an unrelenting pursuit of your goal, a commitment to excellence that will enable you to attain the success you seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-7508150804344131870?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/7508150804344131870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=7508150804344131870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/7508150804344131870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/7508150804344131870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-joanne.html' title='Happy Birthday Joanne'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/th_30052007474copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-7965039169232947478</id><published>2007-06-04T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:10:30.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fine... As usually, i didn't update my blog. Oh well, partially it is because i was preparing for my mock during the one month break. Wait, did i say preparing??? It is not really true though. Yeah, i did spend one week to complete my torts notes. Giving myself a compliment for that :) Then proceeded to criminal and contract. Thank GOD, i have david to help me right now. So, Thanks a lot David!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th May is a memorable day for me even though it is a normal outing with Jo-ey. Yeah, i am suppose to tell her how sorry i am for not being able to hang out with her often. She complained most of the time until i can remember every sentence. I went to Times Square with Jo-ey but our main purpose was to see my idol, Wu Chun, someone who is cute, smart, talented and rich!!! Haha, all my friends including David and Jo-ey are complaining that i am too obsessed with this guy. They know why... Sorry guys, i just can't help it. Well, the reasons for my obsession are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) He obtained a first class honours in Business Adminstration in RMIT&lt;br /&gt;b) He used to be Brunei's national basketball player&lt;br /&gt;c) He is so cute (though some people disagree with me)&lt;br /&gt;d) His birthday is just two days before mine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, i don't want to go any longer. Four reasons would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/?action=view&amp;amp;current=17xi7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wu Chun" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/17xi7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wu Chun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I don't wish to know the results. I knew i screwed it up. Read torts but when i saw the question, mind went blank!!! Where are the cases in my head??? Not going to talk further bout the mock since i did badly... MISERABLE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, couldn't forget the trip to orphanage with my classmates a few months back. Had a great time there though did pity the orphans too. Not to forget, managed to capture some shots too. Thanks to Sha-Lene, photographer of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3425.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/CIMG3425.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;James&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=21042007376.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/21042007376.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joanne, James and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3663.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/CIMG3663.jpg" border="0" alt="James and I" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;James and I [he made me carried him all the time]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3720.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/CIMG3720.jpg" border="0" alt="David and I" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;David and I [resting time]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i am having problems again. I am feeling emo these few days. I don't wish to disclose the reason because i don't want to make matter worst. Yeah, i do admit i have different thoughts than others. Who doesn't??? Well, i am sure the close ones would know how my thoughts are in certain aspect. At times, i might tell you indirectly but sometimes it just so happen on someone else and that is where the misinterpretation starts. I am making it clear that at times, i might be in different opinion or maybe disagree with how people deal things but i would never ever do something to strain the bond between us. Ok, clearly defining the bond i meant was friendship. Whatever it is, i just hope someone would understand me!!! It is not an easy thing though. I am not like others who are open, who can share everything with their friends. I can't do that. Maybe i am just trying to protect myself in some way. I don't know, I am just frustrated...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote to share : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The problem with answers are it was only after you gave them that you realized they sometimes weren't what people wanted to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-7965039169232947478?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/7965039169232947478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=7965039169232947478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/7965039169232947478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/7965039169232947478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2007/06/fine.html' title='Inner Thoughts'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/th_17xi7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-9193174393423156897</id><published>2007-04-15T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T17:12:32.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Well Do You Know Me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Well guys, here is a test to see how well do you know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/241387"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leaderboard" src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/241387/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks for your time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-9193174393423156897?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/9193174393423156897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=9193174393423156897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/9193174393423156897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/9193174393423156897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-well-do-you-know-me.html' title='How Well Do You Know Me???'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-6495344736930084472</id><published>2007-04-15T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:55:29.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepest Condolence</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah, it's been a longgggggggggggggg time since i've posted something in here. Well, basically it is not that i have nothing to post. It is just that something have been going lately resulting me to feel soooooo confused. Argh, cut the crap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Two days ago, a very good friend of mine lost his dad. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOREVER!!!&lt;/span&gt; His dad passed away due to sudden heart attack. His dad did not have any history of heart attacks. I just couldn't believe that at the age of 19, my friend would lost his dad just like that. Well, it happened in India. It has been a tradition in their family to go over to India to show their commitment to God. Oh well, the temple is located in a very rural area in India and to reach the temple, they have to fast for a few days and climb a mountain!!! While climbing, my friend's dad suffered a heart attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Poor friend of mine and his family got to know the news only at 3am on Friday morning. Some how, my friend text messaged me at 3.45am to tell me this bad news. So happen i was awake at that moment coz was rushing to complete my torts written work. I was so shocked when i saw that message. The last time i saw his dad was like 2 weeks ago, when he was kind enough to fetch me home all the way from Taylors. Yeah, it did affect me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I met my friend on Friday, we talked about it. I noticed that he was about to cry but he controlled his tears from rolling down. That very moment when i saw him wanting to cry but couldn't do so, i myself felt like crying. But of course i didn't... I am suppose to support him, i can't possibly show him that i wanted to cry. Didn't want him to have a break down too. Deep down in me, i knew that my friend is feeling very guilty. He told me, he wanted to tell his dad "Have a safe journey" on the day when his dad was suppose to leeave for India. But due to the rush, he forgot to say so. And because he failed to say so, his dad did not return to them. I tried telling him not to blame himself but i know that is something hard to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I wish i could do something to help him right now. I am feeling so HELPLESS!!! His dad was the one who had been supporting the family all this while but now, who's going to support them??? The saddest thing is, my friend said he might have to quit SAM. He's such an intelligent guy, with a bright future ahead of him... It is such a waste for him to quit his studies right now. I hope he doesn't quit. At times, i do feel that life is so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNFAIR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;This incident really taught me something. Appreciate people that we love and everything that we have while we can. Yeah, i know it is something that people always say, but how many people would actually do that??? It is when we start losing things and the person we loved the most, then we will actually start appreciating. Some how, this incident is going to change me. Honestly, i do feel that i do take things for granted at times. Guess it is time to change. I don't want to regret for the rest of my life. To everybody reading my blog, please remember to appreciate the people you love!!! Don't wait till you lose them and start regretting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quote to share :&lt;/span&gt; Hope is a driving factor in helping us stay on course in life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it may feel as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it comes and goes, but in reality there is always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hope, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there is always a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for something else to happen, and you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;need to have faith that it will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-6495344736930084472?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/6495344736930084472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=6495344736930084472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/6495344736930084472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/6495344736930084472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2007/04/deepest-condolence.html' title='Deepest Condolence'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-2440010412424961468</id><published>2007-02-10T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:59:26.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyful Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another interesting outing with my friends today. However, sad to say that a friend of ours, See Wan couldn't attend today's outing coz she has 2 tests coming up next week. Life in foundation also seem to be hectic. I left home at 10.15am to make sure that i wouldn't be late. Happily, i waited for quite long and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;bus at all. Malaysia, you have the "BEST" transportation service ever!!! In the end, daddy drove me there but Usually, i only need 15minutes to reach Times Square but today i took &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1 freaking long hour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, met Xiu Wei in Times Square... I accompanied her for brunch. I should have taken a picture of her eating fried rice. A very unique way. Still, the restaurant next to the cinema provides a lousy service. An advice to you all, don't go there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was Extreme at 6th floor. There, Xiu Wei took a pretty long time to choose a present. Wallet or pencil case??? So indecisive. Some more, she's so embarassed to say NO to the sales guy and i had to do it for her. Gal, you owe me one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Chyi and we walked over to nichii to see my stuff but instead of shopping for clothes, i ended up taking photo there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=10022007160.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/10022007160.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wei and I... Chyi was sitting somewhere(no mood to take pic)sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, met Didi and Poi Phoon... Ate lunch and took photos again. Today there was this urge to take lots of photos. Especially Di. She's in every photo. For the first time. Way to go, Di!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=10022007168.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/10022007168.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Phoon, Di and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=10022007186.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/10022007186.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Di and Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the delicious lunch, we started the shopping spree. I managed to buy a bag even though that wasn't my main intention. I was suppose to look for new year clothes and i ended up buying a bag. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; new year clothes for me. How??? Wei wanted to buy a bag also but that bag was the last one and wasn't in a good condition. So, we decided to walk to Times Square again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when the fun actually began. We went back over to Extreme and this Wei was so embarassed to enter the shop after the early incident. Wonder what was she afraid about... She made me enter the shop first. Luckily she bought something there or else... While accompanying her, something made me look outside. Oh ya,the urge of going to toilet. Hahahaha, and i saw Brian!!! Some how, that was very unexpecting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Phoon suddenly suggested to take photos again coz she will not see us for some time afer this. Well, the reason is because the finals for A Levels exam is coming up and she wants to concentrate. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;GAMBATEH, Di and Phoon!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(photos are unavailable yeth) &lt;/span&gt;While taking photos, there was this bunch of "monkeys" actually walked in front of us on purpose. So immature... No sense of respect for people. Wei, Chyi, Phoon and Di knew how i reacted. Shocking actually, coz i was in a good mood through out the outing until that moment. I actually said &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"OI!!!"&lt;/span&gt; loudly and that monkey ran away. But that wasn't the end of story. That dong monkey came back to disturb us and i chased him away. Wei say i am the fiercest among all. But i must clarify that i am not always like that la. Haven't been fierce for quite long already. Once in a blue moon only!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100220071537-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/100220071537-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phoon and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100220071529-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/100220071529-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Us!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-2440010412424961468?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/2440010412424961468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=2440010412424961468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2440010412424961468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/2440010412424961468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-interesting-outing-with-my.html' title='Joyful Outing'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Friends/th_10022007160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-116951536539738728</id><published>2007-01-23T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:28:42.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week of My New Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On 15/01, i stepped foot in Taylor's again. I am familiar with this place but the environment has totally changed. It's been a while since i started the new phase in my life... The uni life. I started with the orientation on my own, with no friends at all. Thought it would take me some time again to adapt with this new phase, without friends and needed to make friends all over again. Here i am blogging in the library for the first time while studying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, it wasn't as bad as what i've expected. My classmates turn out to be very friendly and nice. Soon i am able to adapt faster than i thought. Within the first five days, we actually got to know each other and joke around. It's very different from my pre-u life since we all took about one month to get along. One of my classmates mentioned that i am quiet. Which i know all of you out there definitely don't feel so. Xiu Wei actually laughed at me after she saw the comment in friendster. She claimed it should be "quiet" instead. There are several things that she has been continuously laughing at me. Like she said, this is the first time i've seen such a comment about me. QUIET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going through a really hectic life now... Constantly studying unlike the year before. I am already starting to feel exhausted just the first week itself. Yeah, my timetable looks relaxing at times when there are no tutorials. For example, i am free on thursday when there are no tutorials on. How wonderful that sounds. But i still have to study every single day. Memorising all the cases in my head. And i can tell you that my brain power is beginning to deteriorate. Thanks to the one month break i had last year. I just wish things would be different this year. I am beginning to receive small little surprises on and off. One of the little surprises is getting to know that David actually decided to join Taylor's as well . I am overjoyed to hear that, knowing that i finally have a friend. With this little surprises going on, hope things will turn out to be better as time goes on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote : Never give up, keep on fighting!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-116951536539738728?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/116951536539738728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=116951536539738728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/116951536539738728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/116951536539738728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2007/01/week-of-my-new-life_23.html' title='A Week of My New Life'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-116784814912124199</id><published>2007-01-04T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:49:48.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Day After New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So what have i been doing lately?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTHING!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well,not to say nothing at all... Been doing some thinking about the course that i wanna study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks of thinking, finally decided to stay back at Taylors. Sigh, don't ask me why. Some how this is just the decision i've made. Not to forget, definitely consist of my financial supporters' suggestions. Oh well, what can i do when i can't support myself financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, really must thank my parents for being so supportive and also trying their very best to support me financially. Sigh, i wonder what will my brothers be doing in a few years time. I am sure my parents couldn't afford to support so many of us. It's so unlucky that i haven't graduate when my brother is going to enter college in 2008. I feel so helpless, being unable to help my parents. I really hope i could do something to lighten their burden. Obviously, i didn't tell them all these... I can't help it coz i am just one person who keeps everything to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, relatives and friends have been asking what course i will be taking and where uni will i go. The thought of entering uni soon ( 15/01) really makes me nervous, somehow. I got to make new friends, adapting to new environment all over again!!! Hope i'll turn out like Gerielle... Make new friends during orientation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week and a half left for me to relax and prepare for my next journey, entering into uni life. I must be really serious already. Can't keep on wasting time on other stuff. However, till now, i still can afford to wake up late, laze around. My mum nagged me for so long already but i am still like that. Naughty me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lately, i am into&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;飞轮海 ( Fahrenheit ).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Introducing Wu Chun, Jiro Wang, Aaron Yan and Calvin Chen. They are just so cute especially Wu Chun. Their songs are not too bad. Have been listening to their song for the past one month, every single day. So you should know how obssessed i am. Not forgetting, watch Hana Kimi too. The cast for this show are, Ella (S.H.E), Wu Chun and Jiro. Quite worth while watching. FANTASTIC show... At least, that's what i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/hanakimi1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hanakimi1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/hanakimi1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-116784814912124199?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/116784814912124199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=116784814912124199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/116784814912124199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/116784814912124199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2007/01/fourth-day-after-new-year.html' title='Fourth Day After New Year'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k5/krystlelui/Random/th_hanakimi1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-116352131802301841</id><published>2006-11-15T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:25:37.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Love Someone, When It's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was reading Poi Phoon's blog and found this quite interesting. Hence, i decided to post it in my blog too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you are together with that special someone, you pretend to ignore that person. But when that special someone is not around, you might look around to find them.At that moment, you are in love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there is someone else who always makes you laugh,your eyes and attention might go only to that special someone.Then, you are in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although that special someone was supposed to have called you long back, to let you know of their safe arrival,your phone is quiet.You are desperately waiting for the call!At that moment, you are in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are much more excited for one short e-mail fromthat special someone than other many long e-mails,you are in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find yourself as one who cannot erase all themessages in your answering machine because of one messagefrom that special someone, you are in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get a couple of free movie tickets, you wouldnot hesitate to think of that special someone.Then, you are in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep telling yourself, "that special someone is just a friend", but you realize that you can not avoid that person's special attraction. At that moment, you are in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-116352131802301841?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/116352131802301841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=116352131802301841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/116352131802301841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/116352131802301841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-you-love-someone-when-its-love.html' title='When You Love Someone, When It&apos;s Love'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-115782322594147028</id><published>2006-09-10T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:28:09.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really wanted to blog these few weeks but there are too many events that took place. I just went through a dreadful week. Had Math DI on Tuesday and Wednesday and screwed up in my Math common test the following day. Not forgettin, Accounts assignment on Friday. Such a tight schedule. Gee, i don't even have some time for myself to think!!! Come one, what's happening to my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3489/1600/08092006534.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3489/1600/08092006534.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3489/1600/08092006534.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On Friday, i immediately rushed over to Times Square from college just to meet my friends. Well, i didn't want to go at first due to the massive traffic jam in KL starting at 4.30pm. But i went after all, since my friend messaged me. Hinting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;' i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hope you'll be there'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, i went and saw the main person for the ocassion. I went over to the restaurant next to the cinema. I wonder what's so nice about there that my friends could spend their time sitting there for hours!!! The service was so so lousy. I arrived and ordered a toast bread and apple green tea. It took them 30 minutes just to get my food ready. And the restaurant wasn't even packed with people. Come on, do you need to toast a bread for 30minutes??? Despite during that 30minutes, i complained for tonnes of time, they still chose to ignore me. That's the worst service ever!!! Here's a note to them,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" If you guys don't know how to serve your customer, don't even think bout opening a restaurant."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Even then, i was glad to see my friends. As usual, we took some photo together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life became tastier after that since it was raining just the time when i intend to go home. I wanted to avoid the traffic jam. Had to hang around in Times Square till the rain stopped. I decided to go back home by bus since i have a friend with me and that was the first mode of transport i saw. I guess it was a bad decision. I was so unlucky to stand next to a thief. Well, this thief isn't really that smart after all. My bag was covering the front pocket of my skirt where i out my handphone. Since everybody was squezzing here and there and this thief took the advantage. I felt something trying to reach for my pocket. And i caught of hold of that 3 fingers of his. BUSTED... However, i let him go because i didn't want to cause any trouble. Moments after that, i heard the guy next to him asking around for his handphone. I guessed his handphone got stolen. I really wanted to let that pathetic thief get a taste of my five fingers. He was smart to get off at the next stop. When i reach my stop, things got worst. It started raining cats and dogs again. And i got no umbrella but a jacket. I went home wet from head to toe as though i had a bath outside my house. Things only got better at night... Spent such a great time with my family,as always.Saturday was a great day also. Woke up quite early because i intended to finish up all the homework i have. But i ended up playing the online game, introduced by my brother. Great, spent my whole morning and afternoon for that. I now it might sound funny but my family and i actually spent our time together watching Dragonball for 2.5hours and laughed for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-115782322594147028?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/115782322594147028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=115782322594147028' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/115782322594147028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/115782322594147028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2006/09/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-115660437434157717</id><published>2006-08-26T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:29:35.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know i haven't been updating my blog lately... Well, this week is a holiday for me. Basically, this should be a study week for me but... as usual, i am too lazy to study. I have tonnes of essays to write for econs but guess what, i have no idea how to do at all. Haihz, i am just too weak in econs. I will try to master it. Heard a quote that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we shouldn't say we will try, instead we should say that we could do it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is week was an opportunity for me to go out with my old friends. Miss them so much, and i really felt so happy when i saw then on Monday. I enjoyed my time going bowling and chatting with them. Even though i am not good in bowling, but at least i didn't get the last. It was a good opportunity for me to be updated with news from my friends even though one of them sms me everyday. At least i get to see them face to face!!! Here are something for my friends... Don't get me wrong, my friends are not only the one i met on Monday but ALL my friends... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since the moment I first met you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew that I had found a wonderful friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your humor always makes me laugh or smile,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And your gift of wit never ceases to amaze me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the woes of the world overwhelm me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are there with comfort and perspective.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your sense of humor makes me smile;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your compassion and understanding makes me rejoice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are billions of people in this world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And of all these people, I met you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fate has bonded us together;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fate will never tear us apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you, I know that fate must exist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are living proof.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although I may not say it often,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I value you immensely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For being my friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-115660437434157717?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/115660437434157717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=115660437434157717' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/115660437434157717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/115660437434157717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2006/08/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-115566039654764619</id><published>2006-08-15T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:30:14.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acted ' weird '</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If anyone read&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MIN YUEN's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;blog today, the 'SHE' she was refering to was me. She might counter argue and say that i am vain by simply admiting that it's me. But the truth is she was talking bout me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" Well,in class today she acted kinda 'weird'. All of a sudden she speaks to herself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d then she'll say that I won't be able to confront her words..and she'll always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;win'......you just can't imagine how I had tolerate her behaviour... " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was taken from her blog. Well, i have to explain here there it is not that i have been acting weird. And i didn't talk to myself out of sudden. I wonder where she get all those from. To be frank, it is just that she just choose to ignore me because she couldn't think of words to counter my words. Therefore, she regarded me as speaking to myself. The fact that i win is because she really felt speechless and couldn't say a single thing. Meaning, i am not talking to myself coz if i am talking to myself, she wouldn't have listen. She always say that she's tolerating me. But am i tolerating her as well??? The truth is out there. Well, i can't always show a dull or sad face, right??? Just let me be and i will be alright. I need time la. It is not easy for me to cope with somethings which might not be a matter for you all. Maybe it's another way of mine to hide the true me. You can't expect me to tell every single thing because everybody has their own problems. Agree??? Anyway, i guess min yuen did pick up some 'zha'ing skills also. Haha... Just that she still cannot win me only. Maybe one day i should capture a picture of her being speechless. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-115566039654764619?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/115566039654764619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=115566039654764619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/115566039654764619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/115566039654764619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2006/08/acted-weird.html' title='Acted &apos; weird &apos;'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-115555650435717149</id><published>2006-08-14T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:31:30.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have not been updating my blog recently. To start of, i'll talk about on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to college in the afternoon regarding education fair. Went to asked about law degree in several australia universities... When i heard about the TER required, I was like thinking... Let's go off... TER 94!!! I am not super genius la. How to get such high TER???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whole family, inclusive of uncles and aunties went to Tropicana to celebrate my grandmother's birthday. Talking bout my grandmother, I really admire her. She's nearly 80 and yet still so fit. Well, she doesn't look like her age either. I admire her so much for raising my mother and eight other uncles and aunties. She rocks!!! We had a delicious dinner... Love the huge oysters there... Overall, the food there was fantastic. Yummy!!! I had a great time with my cousins. Just can't stand the way one of my cousin laughs at me. He is so funny but can really sing well. Did sang a song with him but i did not whole the mic. Hahaha... Not as brave as him. And it makes me wonder why are we close starting last year. Come on, he is my cousin and all this while we don't talk much. But in the end, we did had a great time after all... Can't wait for next year!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Didn't do anything much on sunday. Stayed at home because i was too tired to go anywhere. As usual, spent time in front of the computer... That just remind me that i have a few boring days in my life. Wish can make my life better. At least not so boring la. And that it is how i get through another day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess i am too active today. Even min yuen can't stand me. As for siew peng, it would be normal coz she knows i could be like that once a while. The truth is even though i am behaving like today, there are a lot of things running in my mind at that moment. And i did admire myself for a moment for being able to hide it from my friends. Didn't want to affect them as well. I am trying to pretend as though nothing had happened, nothing took place. Sometimes i wish i could but the fact is it did happened. I shouldn't avoid it. No wonder people say truth hurts. But i rather know the truth... However, still i face the same thing everyday... I just can't get out of it. I am like trapped in this game, waiting for myself to find the usual me again to try to get out of this. Maybe i could live better, maybe i wouldn't... If only there is a guide for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-115555650435717149?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/115555650435717149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=115555650435717149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/115555650435717149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/115555650435717149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2006/08/feeling-complicated.html' title='Feeling complicated'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-115503556311297768</id><published>2006-08-08T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:32:06.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another busy day in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been some time i didn't write a new entry. As usual, i've been very busy. Another assignment is coming up this Thursday. This time is Accounts. Got back the results for the previous accounts common test. Even though i passed, but i felt that i didn't do that well. My results seem to be degrading...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Drop Drop Drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. I've been studying really hard but i think the effort that i put in is still not enough. Haihz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Again, today went out with Siew Peng to study math... I just like going out with her because you can discuss anything with her. She is the right person to talk share your thoughts with. She gives good opinions... Siew Peng, i am indirectly promoting you here!!! My previous entry mentioned that she a version of her looks like STACEY and today Hamilton agreed with one of our classmate that she even talks like STACEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised my life have changed so much compared to when in secondary school. The people are so different... My thoughts and life style have changed also. My thoughts are more and more complicated, life is so busy. What's happening to me? Seem to have really complicated thoughts, but i am not voicing it out at all. It is not me to voice out at all. Therefore, just leave it all behind. But i am working on ways to solve certain matters!!! Good luck to me!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-115503556311297768?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/115503556311297768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=115503556311297768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/115503556311297768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/115503556311297768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-busy-day-in-my-life.html' title='Another busy day in my life'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-115452349301554455</id><published>2006-08-02T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:32:36.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Master of Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now, i am sitting by the staircase writing my second entry... Well, it's because i am changing my sit from time to time due to the coldness. Haha, i know it might sound quite lame and troublesome. As for today, lessons in class were ok except for some disturbance, as usual. Decided to go out with Siew Peng after class and it was an interesting day. We enjoyed our time a lot and i enjoyed myself laughing through out the whole outing. Felt so lucky today because i get to see many different version of Siew Peng. I really gotta tell all of you that one version of Siew Peng looks like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;STACEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!!! If you all want to know more, ask Siew Peng herself!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i came back, it was still drizzling. The rain causes the coldness of the night and reminding me of my solitude. This coldness make me feel so alone, as though i am living in my own world. I can't explain much but it seems that the harder i try not to think about something, it will always appear in my head. I have tried very hard as though nothing had happened but i still can't stop myself from being silly(according to friends). Maybe they are right, i am silly. At the end of the day, the one who feel suffer might be me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watched a video starring my favourite singer, JJ Lin Jun Jie. He's actually very cool even though he's not handsome. He gave some tips to girls out there on how to get the guy they like. Some of the ways do make sense. But which one implies on me? People who read my blog, or shall i say, close friends of mine should tell me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ehCZAehb08" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-115452349301554455?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/115452349301554455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=115452349301554455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/115452349301554455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/115452349301554455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2006/08/master-of-confession.html' title='Master of Confession'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31996802.post-115442879988844659</id><published>2006-08-01T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T10:53:24.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is my first post in blogspot!!! Well, suddenly decided to have a change instead of writing my blog entries in Friendster.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To start of with my first entry, feel so happy since Math common test is over!!! Yeah!!! I can leave statistics aside for a moment. Before legals, Heng Chun was reading a newspaper and there was a picture of David Beckham. He is so CUTE!!! Suddenly, Allen came over...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Allen :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So krystle, who do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Krystle :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I like David Beckham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Allen :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Erm, i mean in real life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Krystle :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of coz real life la. If not??? Bluff life arr?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Allen :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Liking David Beckham is materialistic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What does that suppose to mean??? Why are you so interested in knowing who i like? Does it matter???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31996802-115442879988844659?l=krystlelui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/feeds/115442879988844659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31996802&amp;postID=115442879988844659' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/115442879988844659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31996802/posts/default/115442879988844659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelui.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-first-post.html' title='My first post!!!'/><author><name>krystle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00962964381106883984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rKhtEpMqUYk/SL2DB0XiHXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/228MOI9631M/S220/27012008401_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
