<?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-34632547</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:05:54.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>***-StaRduSt-***</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes, the smallest things in life do make up those precious thoughts and memories in our lifes . I don't want those precious moments to just come and go. Somethings in life are just worth testifying without limit, whether is for joy or sorrow, making those small things more significant and meaningful. Life is meant to be celebrated and shared...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-4795781374975278326</id><published>2008-01-30T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T10:52:46.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AUSTRALIAN OPEN 2008 @ MELBOURNE PARK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/R6C-rDd-_KI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yQgytzJ5LlU/s1600-h/65484_1201339072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161334819841309858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/R6C-rDd-_KI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yQgytzJ5LlU/s320/65484_1201339072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/R6C9-Dd-_JI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Luu9EYk1Mh8/s1600-h/342245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161334046747196562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" height="334" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/R6C9-Dd-_JI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Luu9EYk1Mh8/s320/342245.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"CHAMPIONS TAKE CHANCES AND PRESSURE IS A PRIVILEGE and today I took mine" -Maria Sharapova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Novak Djokovic and Maria Sharapova the 2008 Australian Open champions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My two favourite tennis players won the australian open!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May I say, well deserved win for both the players . Both competed on the tougher half of the draw and Sharapova had not drop a set in claiming the title, Djokovic only dropped one in the finals. Nevertheless, what a terrific win over tsonga and he derailed the FED ex ( federer) in the semis in straight sets .Maria blasted Henin off the court with a final set of 6-0. AMAZING...finally Maria Sharapova is back with a better serve. Last year, was a year of injuries for her but, this year in the aussie open she showed the world that she has finally recovered fully and by winning the first grandslam of the year without dropping a set, Maria Sharapova has once again proven what she is capable of achieving when she is 100% fit. Novak Djokovic on the other hand is rising to rule the men's tennis arena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then again this year's aussie open produced a new rising star, J.W.TSONGA the guy who aces like a bee and volleys like a butterfly that's what they call him. Still haha he lost to Novak...on a nerve wrecking tie breaker. LOVE this year's aussie open. INCREDIBLE tennis.What a start for these two incredibly talented players for year 2008. Full support to them for the year ahead.SOO OOO looking forward to WIMBLEDON...not the french open though..we all know who's gonna win there, most probably for women's, Henin and men's single nadal as usual. Oh wells, still Maria and Novak will rule. CHEERS!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oohh yahh &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CNY&lt;/span&gt; everyone... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-4795781374975278326?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/4795781374975278326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=4795781374975278326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/4795781374975278326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/4795781374975278326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2008/01/australian-open.html' title='AUSTRALIAN OPEN 2008 @ MELBOURNE PARK'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/R6C-rDd-_KI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yQgytzJ5LlU/s72-c/65484_1201339072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-7677197535723613565</id><published>2007-10-21T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T11:23:48.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 finally Hit ME on 21st</title><content type='html'>Turning 21 on 21.. Cool right? Well, I had a great 21 with lotza cash babeh!!! Tiring but its all worth it. For a start , I went up to Genting on the 19th with a bunch of uni pals (li shian, shawn, audrey and sze leen) and had a great time. Then straight away zoomed down on the 20th for my open house b'day party at night and now I am exhausted on my b'day (today), soo I stayed home. Anyways , short of time for updates now. I will post the pics and updates on everything later. Signing off for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-7677197535723613565?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/7677197535723613565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=7677197535723613565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/7677197535723613565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/7677197535723613565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/10/21-finally-hit-me-on-21st.html' title='21 finally Hit ME on 21st'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-5367858939332802968</id><published>2007-10-14T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T09:02:35.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well well is about time to update..hehe ooo I did'nt notice my blog's anniversary. This bloggie is 1 year old dyy finally and I am gonna turn 21 soon. Sadness, 21 means more responsibility and minus 1 year of youth. Nothing to be happy or excited about, though I can have more freedom. Anyways, nothing much happened this past month. Spent my mid autumn fest at uni.. with my uni buddies. First time spending mid fest outta home and it was ok only. Sill miss the good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;old times where tons of ppl gather at granma's to celebrate, eat and messing up the house. The pillow fights!!! MISS that a lot.... :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uni started three weeks ago and I am enjoying the reading week now, more like shopping week for me. First week in uni was depressing and a pretty stressful one for most of us cuz of the optional modules but everything is set, its all about HARD work now!! Life in campus is boring but there is always a bunch of uni frens to make life less dull. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4 days in to the reading week and I had been out of the house non stop, soo many shopping to do and so little time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to piramid the new phase. Total dissapointment, most of the shops there are still not ready. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DAY 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, went out for dinner in this very chick restaurant/bar call &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7atenine&lt;/span&gt; with a couple of uni friends (audrey,shawn and li shian) and my cousin . After dinner, headed straight to skybar. Great night out excluding the fact that I got a little lost in the deserted carpark at traders hotel. The food quality and pricing at &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7atenine &lt;/span&gt;was average , the ambience was GREAT!!! It was another great night out. Skybar of course has this magnificent night view of KL, great place to chill. No ALCOHOL for me!!! BAD DRINKER!!! Its all about enjoying the company and the music and the ambience. So can't comment much about the drinks, accept the mocktail i ordered taste more like a raspberry softdrink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DAY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, my room door got banged at 7 a.m, I hafta drag maself up for dimsum breakfast at OUG then I got the news that mum and her colleagues ponteng kerja that day. WAHAHAHA how can I miss the opportunity to shop with HER. We all zoomed to the gardens mid valley. Its sooo much better than the new phase of piramid. I love that place mann!! alexis is opening soon there, Italiannies is there already, right in front of the entrance is C.O.A.C.H, nearby there is a TAG store. Summo got Isetan and Robinsons. Habis lar me!!! I saw this really nice jeans at Levis... arghh I hafta control myself . I ended up with a pair of flip flops from REEFs for the day. All about self control and my pocket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DAY 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, next stop was 1U with my high school pal, Rebecca. Since its raya and she is on hols from work. We decided to meet up to catch up a lil at the gardens at first but heard from a source that gardens was damm packed so change of destination, off we go to 1U. Bought LI SHIAN's very penguin present and dragged it around for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped by &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ESPRIT&lt;/span&gt; and this BLACK coat with a tee hanging underneath caught my eye and what happen next was a complete disaster!!!!!. I peeked at the price tag it says RM 100 and I tried to look for another price tag but there was none. I was lyke how can this be a hundred ringgit?  I tried it on and completely fell for it. Rebecca and I was lyke OMG its sooooo worth buying lorr. I asked the staff there for an L size but they say there are only left with 2 Ms only. Having a bad experience of being to emotionally arrested at buying a M size &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ZARA&lt;/span&gt; shirt once without trying the S and totally regretted , I taught I learned my lesson. So I pandai pandai go and ask the staff to check whether any other &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ESPRIT&lt;/span&gt; outlets are holding L and M sizes for this coat. Apparently the nearest is KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I damm champion persuaded rebecca to zoom out of 1U with me and take the lrt to KLCC from kelana jaya at 6.30p.m. We both reached at 7.00 , me with the highest HOPE and we rushed to ESPRIT to look for this coat. Once I got my hands on it ..I saw the price tag and it was lyke being hit by a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;BIG TRAIN&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;RM 329&lt;/span&gt;.  What the F? and I summo dare ask the staff.. cuz I was not in the right state of mind "What? is this the right price tag.. its 100 at 1U". The woman was looking at me and I think she was probably thinking what kinda dumbfounded arse I am. YeS!! I felt like an idiot with a capital I that moment. How can an &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ESPRIT&lt;/span&gt; coat cost RM 100 in malaysia? The woman stoned for a while and answered blankly back, " i THINK u looked at the price tag of the tee underneath the coat". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the woman answered , both of us just stoned there , me with the jacket in my hand and rebecca staring blankly at me. OMG!!!!!!! that did not just happen, we did'nt take the train all the way here from kelana only to find out that the coat cost &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;RM 329&lt;/span&gt;, we must be dreaming. That did not just happen, rebecca was lyke "i did'nt just got into this with winnie" and I was lyke " How can I be soooo "SMART"" . wow!~!! unbelievable. Both of us just stoned and look at each other and then a few minutes later burst out in laughter. Rebecca said to me that if only she had persuaded me to buy the M size at the 1U outlet then at least at the counter I will realize the coat is soo over my range of budget at that moment and we would'nt have pulled such an unreasonable, crazy or rather stupid stunt all the way to KLCC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; She wondered how the hell can she be soo unreasonable that day to even agree to take the lrt with me to klcc to get the coat and how the hell could she think that the coat is worth a 100 bucks (like me)? Apparently, that is cuz when she saw me soo passionate about that coat she completely forgot to double check the price and trusted I was a 100% sure it was that cheap. HAHAHAHA. As for why she even agreed to accompany me : she said " If it was'nt for you, my best buddy I would'nt have agreed to gila with u, if It was any other person I would say go yourself" . So Rebecca , if you're reading this THANX a BUNCH for GILAing with me hahhaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were really stoning there and laughing in disbelieve and until we finally came to our senses.  We figured since we are already here might as well put on the coat and cam whore a lil. BUT NO!! it just gets better and better, when things go wrong they can get really wrong.  I LEFT MY HP in the car and rebecca's Hp was damm cacat at taking pics. SO, I GIVE UP, maybe the good god is out to get me that day. I just turned to rebecca and said, "Lets do something that will make this trip here worth while. Lets go eat dinner at california pizza". So, I ended up spending her dinner there as her 21st b'day present. The peking duck pizza was nice and the chocolate souffle was yummy!!! slurps. All in all still a night to remember.. at least we did something meaningful. We dragged our arses to the lrt station at 8.30p.m .. 30 min train ride ..chit chatted all the way back. What a day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DAY 5 (today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently very guilty+ SUPERDUPER broke = the more reason to stay home and yes! STUDY. fair enough 4 days of shopping and 3 days of study BUT I have an itch to go explore PAVILLION in KL and I can't forget about the damm &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ESPRIT&lt;/span&gt; COAT!! So I decided to ajak my mum to go shop hehehhehe... sly lehh. Dun get me wrong I am just planing to ask her to take a look at it, not buy it. I am not that evil, I just hope the coat can wait till monday soo I can withdraw money to get that pretty baby. She offered to buy me the Levis jeans as my pressie though.. hrpmhh jeans or coat? I think jeans better.. its malaysia why the hell do i need the coat for now. HARR!! I learn my lesson from yesterday NEVER BE TO EMOTIONALLY ARRESTED&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;. Anyways, tak jadi go PAVILLION cuz as we were bout to leave the doorstep of my house , its raining cats and dogs. SOOOO... I stayed home and play mastermind with the 2 barbarians (aka my siblings). Can u believe that? and got bored and started blogging here and its dinner time now. So, hafta end my nagging and granma stories... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-5367858939332802968?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/5367858939332802968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=5367858939332802968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/5367858939332802968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/5367858939332802968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/10/updates.html' title='Updates..'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-6045836033175092779</id><published>2007-09-10T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T10:19:32.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novak the crowd loves you..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuU8HCH6D_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_XxFImaVG0Q/s1600-h/b_0909_066_Federer_Djokovic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108555443848482802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuU8HCH6D_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_XxFImaVG0Q/s320/b_0909_066_Federer_Djokovic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday certainly has'nt been novak's day. He did good but federer was better, probably cuz it was nerve wrecking for novak as it was his first grandslam final. Federer had been through this too many times..he was DEAD CALM. Novak had a lead on the 1st set but double faulted a couple of times in the end and handed off the first set to roger. Novak told the press that he was mentally weaker than roger and that's why he lost this time. Yah its understandable, give this kid some time and he will beat the hell outta federer one day. Federer narrowly won the first 2 sets both with tie breakers. Federer won by 7-6, 7-6, 6-4. It was a pretty tight match, Novak has certainly shown the world that he is capable of beating federer one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an impressive crowd that showed up. The US open is now the highest attended sporting event in the world. Among the celebs spotted in the stadium that day were robin williams, Robert de niro....and surprise surprise maria sharapova was sitting in the novak's box cheering for him. I was watching the entire match and the camera just turned to maria a couple of times. Give that woman a break she's just cheering for her homecountry friend. People might think sharapova and nadal might be furious after novak's live impersonation on court a few days ago, but clearly sharapova is not. She was cheering and that makes people suspicious. Hrm... is there a little crush going on and the fact that novak did a pretty good impersonation of maria that means he has been watching her play moves quite a lot. Yeah well, if there is something going on, good for them they make a pretty cute couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No doubt Roger is the greatest tennis player, with 12 grandslams to his name now, he is looking forward to break the record of the legendary pete sampras with 14 grandslams. With the consistent performance he delivers, there is a very high probability that by next year's US open he might be in the running to break sampras's record. With his win yesterday, Federer became the only man to have won three of four Grand Slam singles tournaments in the same year three times, repeating his achievements of 2004, 2006 and 2007 . He achieved all 12 grandslams only at the age of 26 and took only 5 years to achieve it. He's NOT HUMAN.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grand Slam results (Federer)&lt;br /&gt;Australian Open (W ) Year: 2004, 2006, 2007&lt;br /&gt;French Open (F) Year: 2006, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Wimbledon (W) Year: 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007&lt;br /&gt;U.S. Open (W) Year: (2004, 2005, 2006, 2007) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read the interview below and I find it soo true that Roger Federer plays GREAT tennis but he plays it with no personality . Novak has a lot of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;CHARISMA !! charisma&lt;/span&gt; YAH thats the right word. Like i said in my previous posting there are two kinds of players: (1)those that play for themselves and (2)those that play for the crowd. Federer, henin and kuznetsova falls in category 1 and novak just has the balance. He plays good tennis with some personality and charisma to it. What a character Novak is on and off court. He was just smilling even though he loss the title , unlike kuznetsova, her face was sour like a soursop . Even when he was on the verge of losing the title he just smiles and shakes his head most of the time. The president of USTA said to him "Novak you may not have won the tournament, but you have won our hearts". Yes, he did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he did the sharapova-nadal impersonation on US open Live he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"They made me do it,"&lt;/span&gt; a smiling Djokovic said in the interview room. "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm really happy the people accepted it in a positive way. I'm not trying to make fun of the players, just to make the people laugh and have a good time&lt;/span&gt;." Djokovic said he's been doing impersonations for years, always in private, "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but now that I'm the No. 3 player in the world, people see these things on the practice court or wherever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think tennis needs players with a lot of emotions, temperament and personality. I'm happy that people are looking at me in this way&lt;/span&gt;." -Djokovic-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very well said indeed Novak. Watch Novak's impersonation on other tennis players.....he killed everyone's reputation. I laughed my tears out. The interview below had federer commenting about what novak did in the locker room. I posted the video below on what he did hahaha...he killed federer's coolness right there. Novak made him look like a weird sissy. HAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;September 9, 2007, 9:25 pm&lt;br /&gt;Novak on Maria, De Niro and Set Points; Roger on Novak, Yellow and Playing Pete&lt;br /&gt;By Kathleen McElroy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: Maria Sharapova, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;novak djokovic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Roger Federer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Novak Djokovic&lt;/span&gt; is so funny in English, he must be a riot in Serbian. Here are the highlights of his and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Federer’s&lt;/span&gt; post-match news conferences. Federer responds to a question about &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Djokovic’s &lt;/span&gt;personality, and announces an exhibition with Pete Sampras at Madison Square Garden on March 10, 2008.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Questions to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Djokovic&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Q. How long will those seven set points haunt you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A. My next book is going to be called, “7 Set Points.” I’m joking. …&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Q. Maria Sharapova was in your box and also Robert De Niro. What are those two relationships with you? [Novak smiles] Somebody had to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A. Yeah, I was expecting that question in the first place. No, let’s not go too much with Maria. It’s just a friendship we have. It was nice for her to come and support me. as well, Robert, he was yesterday on the match, and today. I mean, it’s amazing feeling to see such successful people, you know, in my box supporting me, playing with me I can say, living every emotional moment. It’s great. It’s great.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Q. What does she think of your imitation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A. She said she’s going to kill me. Of course, she accepted it in the right way. Of course, she found it funny, not offended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Q. How did you meet Robert De Niro? Did he just show up in your box?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A. I met him randomly on the street. I was sitting in a bar. He was coming, smoking a cigarette [smiling]. No, no. We were invited — I went with a couple of players, Ana Ivanovic, we got invited from he and his wife to dinner. …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Q. While it’s true that how you play physically depends on how you play mentally, if for the sake of examining your game, you could separate the physical from the mental part, do you feel your game is right there with Roger physically right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A. You’re getting into really deep, philsophic questions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Q. You’re a deep guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A. I am deep. [Pause.] Let me think. …&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Q. You came into this tournament not well-known by the American tennis fans except as the guy you beat Rafa, Roddick and Federer in Montreal. As they said in the awards ceremony, you stole our hearts. Do you have a sense of really what you’ve done? You said you’re very happy with what you’ve done on and off the court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A. Yeah, well, as you’re saying, I mean I’m listening to you and I’m sweating because I feel really flattered and emotional in that moment when I heard that at the ceremony when they told me that I stole their hearts. Even when I didn’t win that match, for me, it was very, very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;To get, you know, American people behind you, especially a crowd here in U.S. Open, is not so easy. Obviously they like my character on and off the court. So I get a lot of compliments on my impersonation, more than I get on tennis. I was a bit worried if the people look at me as, you know, imitator more than a tennis player.&lt;br /&gt;But it was all nice. You know, I made a lot of friends here in the States. It’s gonna be a big pleasure coming next year for sure. Really looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Q. You said throughout this you take positives, you learn from matches. Tangibly what did you take from this match, learn about your game or yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A. Well, I learned that I need to win the set points, obviously [smiling], that I shouldn’t play it safe or risk too much.&lt;br /&gt;But, you know, it’s a part of tennis, of course. As I was saying, I always learn something. I have to look in a positive way. I’ll try, of course — with my coach, in the first place, all the people around me — to do everything I can to improve my game and to, of course, see this match again and see what I did bad and what I need to practice so I can make a better success next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questions to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Federer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Q. … I see you’re wearing your black [outfit] tonight, an afternoon match. Also walking in to the Darth Vader theme song. How much of that is you? How much of that is other people? What do you think of all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A. Look, in the end I call the shots on what I want to wear. If they want to put me out in yellow, I don’t do it [laughter]. I’ve done those mistakes in the past. I don’t want to do it again. But I thought all black is kind of a cool thing. I can only pull it off in New York. I started wearing the jacket at Wimbledon, kind of bringing something new to the Open, because I see many shirts out there I don’t like. I just want to make sure that one guy dresses kind of normal out there.&lt;br /&gt;… I kind of like the idea of having a day-session, a night-session outfit. They’re really nice and classical shirts. I just thought, you know, even the black shoes and black socks, I’m not the biggest fans of them, but you have to complete the outfit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. When you were down in the first set, what did you try to focus on? What went through your mind at that moment, down 40-love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A. I thought he was going to serve another big serve and I would be out of a set, really. At this point, you have no hope. It’s obvious, you know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Do you see the potential for a rivalry with Djokovic along with Nadal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A. Very possible, you know. Honestly, I’ve enjoyed the challenge of young guys challenging me. This is probably my biggest motivation out there. You know, seeing them challenge me, beating them in the final, it’s really for me the best feeling, to be honest [smiles]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Novak obviously has a lot of charisma off the court. He sort of won over the fans, and here in the media room, he’s very funny and [a] quick wit. What do the players think of him? What’s his reputation among the players on tour? What do you think of his personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A. Well, we don’t talk too much about different players.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you think of his personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A. Well, in the locker room, he’s always very respectful toward me, you know. He’s pretty quiet. I only hear stuff. I didn’t see the stuff he did on court the other day. I didn’t see what apparently he did on the locker room either [that’s the YouTube skit mentioned in the game story; it took place in the Open men’s locker room].&lt;br /&gt;For me, these things, you know, I only hear. But people don’t really talk about it. I know some guys weren’t happy. I know some guys might think it’s funny.&lt;br /&gt;He’s walking a tightrope, for sure. If fans like it, it’s good for tennis, to be honest. It’s good to have a character like him out there, there’s no doubt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[All of this said with no expression on his face.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. This morning I heard a suggestion that you could be playing an exhibition early next year against Pete Sampras in the U.S. What’s the story on that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A. Yeah, well, we gonna play exo’s obviously in Seoul, Korea, Kuala Lumpur and also Macau at the end of the year after Shanghai [ the season-ending championships], three of them in a row.&lt;br /&gt;The idea came along obviously to do it in the States as well. We’re going to play March 10 at Madison Square Garden here. I’m really looking forward to that. We’ll see how the first three matches go. Hopefully, I don’t have to come from behind, huh [smile]?&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/34632547-6045836033175092779?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/6045836033175092779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=6045836033175092779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/6045836033175092779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/6045836033175092779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/09/novak-crowd-loves-you_10.html' title='Novak the crowd loves you..........'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuU8HCH6D_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_XxFImaVG0Q/s72-c/b_0909_066_Federer_Djokovic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-9091246804248191719</id><published>2007-09-10T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T06:51:41.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another impersonation by Novak this time on US open 07 LIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/lsMJB81HfFU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/lsMJB81HfFU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok this guy is really funny and cute. Seriously, lol what does sharapova and nadal think of this? He has the guts to pull that off in front of 24,000 audience and on LIVE TV. He officially won my heart..put your hands together for novak the impersonater ppl!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-9091246804248191719?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/9091246804248191719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=9091246804248191719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/9091246804248191719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/9091246804248191719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-impersonation-by-novak-this.html' title='Another impersonation by Novak this time on US open 07 LIVE'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-4340119842827740593</id><published>2007-09-10T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T06:46:46.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Novak Djokovic at the UsOpen 07 Exclusive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/xYA_7RUSarU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/xYA_7RUSarU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's really FUNNNYY... he's mocking the players like crazy. Wonder what the playes think of this? LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-4340119842827740593?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/4340119842827740593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=4340119842827740593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/4340119842827740593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/4340119842827740593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny-novak-djokovic-at-usopen-07.html' title='Funny Novak Djokovic at the UsOpen 07 Exclusive!'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-8731954576274305917</id><published>2007-09-10T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T06:41:15.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Djokovic the Impersonater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/VM6RUfeGLIE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/VM6RUfeGLIE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hafta admit he's really good with imitating everyone's moves esp the sharapova's one..keep an eye on his imitation on Nadal. I could'nt stop laughing. Novak has a funny personality. Real charming guy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-8731954576274305917?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/8731954576274305917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=8731954576274305917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/8731954576274305917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/8731954576274305917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/09/djokovic-impersonater.html' title='Djokovic the Impersonater'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-7256657748351106046</id><published>2007-09-09T03:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T12:16:49.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>US OPEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPHDSH6DoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R8Q3Ds1jO94/s1600-h/uo00000g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108145261586812546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPHDSH6DoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R8Q3Ds1jO94/s320/uo00000g1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 weeks of nail bitting tennis matches...its finally coming to the end. This year there are really huge dissapointments in some players but definetely the list does'nt include the world number 1, J.Henin. I have soo much respect for that woman, though she is small in size but there is no doubt about her powerful backhand. This year, not only did SHE WON the US open, she won every match without dropping a set and she swept OFF the two williams sistas straight. Boy!! she is THE champion, she breezes through the finals and grab the title. This year, though being in the difficult part of the draw ..Justine Henin was simply UNSTOPPABLE. She has proven that she is the WORLD NUMBER ONE... with her win on her seventh grandslam title of her career. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuQA2SH6D-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/RgdCGLfoz2U/s1600-h/b_0908_067_henin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108208809922924514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuQA2SH6D-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/RgdCGLfoz2U/s320/b_0908_067_henin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All hail HENIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria sharapova was a total dissapoinment. The defending champion had a shocking early exit although she was in the easier half of the draw. With henin, serena, venus,hingis, ivanovic, jankovic all in the top half..it is really shocking to see sharapova walk off soo early from the US open. She breezed through the first two rounds without dropping a set. Sharapova had made some changes to her game this time around, she became more agressive with the volleying, usually she is known to be hitting most of her shots further down from the baseline, this time she really turn it up a notch and went nearer to the net to deliver some good volleys. Also, she changed her serve a lil..and in the first two rounds of her match, it seemed that her new serve was putting in more speed to the ball BUT she totally flopped with her serve in the third round against Radwanska and was slammed out of the Open .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sharapova double faulted 12 times and had a lot of unforced errors done. Maria double faulted all at the wrong time in the third round, giving off the game points to radwanska. Sharapova lost the first set to radwanska but later regain her rhythm to play and won the second set 6-1, and head to the third with a 2-0 lead. At that point just when everyone thought that sharapova would win, she lost the next six games to Radwanska !! Shocking!! . Sharapova was really shaky with her serves esp on the third set of the match , I held my breath for every serve she made , what a dissapoinment she just kept the double faults going and commited 20 unforced errors on that set alone and that eventually killed her game. Somewhere between the third set of the match, i think when the score was around 5-2, her dad started packing and left. Ouch!!! that was painful. He could'nt bear to watch another minute. When asked about how she felt with her dad leaving the box..she just said that he was there .Sharapova did not have an answer after the match for how she lost the momentum she had going into the third set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;“You know, you’d think I’d have the momentum in the third with a break,’’ she said. “But I just didn’t really feel that way inside of me for some reason today. You know, just going to have those kind of days where you’re always trying to come through and always trying to find a way, even though you don’t feel like things are exactly going your way.’’&lt;/span&gt; -SHARAPOVA-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dissapointment with the 3rd round..BUT one things for sure, her outfit this year for the day and night match was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUPERHOT!!!&lt;/span&gt; if only she could have stayed longer in the Open.. she only wore the daytime outfit once and the little red dress twice at night. Sighss wasted.. Sharapova's dress received sooo much publicity even before the US Open began. On her first match of US open, she strutted out on court as if its a fashion runway wearing dangly earrings, what she called a "couture" black jacket, and with a racket-bag on one shoulder, a handbag on the other. The Arthur Ashe Stadium doubled as a court and a catwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cdiv%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108172045002870466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPfaSH6DsI/AAAAAAAAADU/pHsyGuCHhxI/s320/85353_1188723116.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was tennis power-dressing at its finest. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"I was trying to get through my pre-match warm-up as fast as I could so I could put the dress on actually. That's not a joke," Sharapova said. "I was pretty excited about putting it on. So I told my coach, 'Last return and I'm out of here. I'm going in the locker-room'. It makes a difference when you feel good about what you're wearing and you feel good about putting it on. You know what it's like. You feel like you're the bomb. I had never worn red before. And there's no better place to do it than at a night match in New York City." “Put on a nice outfit and some makeup and you're the bomb.” &lt;/span&gt;-SHARAPOVA- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes Maria Sharapova you're the bomb........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were actually anticipating what sharapova's outfit gonna be like after last years Open, where she won the Us open in that CLASSY outfit nicknamed the little black dress which was inspired by Breakfast at Tiffany's. After the 2006 Us open, it auctioned out for a staggering, if I am not mistaken 21K U$ dollar. Impressive.. and this year Sharapova collaborated with Nike again to design a dress with 600 Swarovski crystals sewn into the neckline. The Russian's red dress received more pre-tournament publicity than most of the other leading players combined. The dress even had its own launch party, a fashion event at Manhattan's Rockefeller Centre where it was explained that its design had been inspired by the New York City skyline. What a smart marketing move by Nike..... but then again Sharapova is a marketing magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPIQyH6DrI/AAAAAAAAADM/AeRVtH2eBCU/s1600-h/20060901WAP_sharapovacombo_230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108146593026674354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPIQyH6DrI/AAAAAAAAADM/AeRVtH2eBCU/s320/20060901WAP_sharapovacombo_230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPHNCH6DpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kt1Y7PtJw1E/s1600-h/USO109_SPORT_TENNIS_OPEN_0910_03400x310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108145429090537106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPHNCH6DpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kt1Y7PtJw1E/s320/USO109_SPORT_TENNIS_OPEN_0910_03400x310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPHZCH6DqI/AAAAAAAAADE/8L_VGZPp4xA/s1600-h/mashaoc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108145635248967330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPHZCH6DqI/AAAAAAAAADE/8L_VGZPp4xA/s320/mashaoc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Simply classy and elegant..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This year.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108184092386135906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPqXiH6D2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/aGZHYvA8kfA/s320/22270_1188723114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108183100248690466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPpdyH6DyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8vTQfdLb_X8/s320/269483-643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The night dress is a bright &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flaming red&lt;/span&gt; — in honor of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Big Apple&lt;/span&gt; — in a flared shift silhouette. It’s a sleek garment made of a breathable wicking jersey and constructed with a no-sew technique with seams bonded with heat and silicone instead of thread. There are more than 600 Swarovski crystals incorporated into the design, which makes the dress sparkle. Additionally, there are three crystal buttons down the back, creating a keyhole effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPrSCH6D4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/6WNE-bOkQK0/s1600-h/30399_1188723111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108185097408483202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPrSCH6D4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/6WNE-bOkQK0/s320/30399_1188723111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPrKSH6D3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/NmYTxN-9n3A/s1600-h/Maria_Sharapova_white_dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108184964264497010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPrKSH6D3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/NmYTxN-9n3A/s320/Maria_Sharapova_white_dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the daytime, the look is similar but without the flashiness of the crystals. The dress is mostly white with a gray skyline image against a black backdrop. It has a scoop-back design that facilitates movement, according to Sandieson. Performance is always the priority, Sandieson said, but she and Sharapova strive for designs that marry function with fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SIMPLY FLAMING HOT AND STUNNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;....there is no better colour for sharapova to walk out as the defending champion of the title for the first night of the match. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FLAMING RED...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More than ever, players are using more than just their racquets to make a statement on court, but maria sharapova is the one that shines out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPx_yH6D6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/eeGRy8Xr_MA/s1600-h/2007_09_05_Fashionwomen_article.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108192480457265058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPx_yH6D6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/eeGRy8Xr_MA/s320/2007_09_05_Fashionwomen_article.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MEN's TENNIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPwoCH6D5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/u_3a9pNNitc/s1600-h/2007_09_05_Fashionmen_article.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108190972923744146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPwoCH6D5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/u_3a9pNNitc/s320/2007_09_05_Fashionmen_article.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, the women didn’t entirely monopolize the field of COURT FASHION. Top seed Roger Federer came out as the man in black for his opening night match, wearing black Nike shoes, socks, shirt and striped “tuxedo” shorts. There was no shortage of high fashion experts to critique the look, either – Federer not only had friend and Vogue editor Anna Wintour in attendance, but his girlfriend Mirka was sitting next to designer Oscar de la Renta. Ralph Lauren also looked on. Amongst the other stars present at the US open were janet jackson, tate donovon, martha stewart and many more. So, the Open is also for the place to hunt down some celebs. Who knows who might be sitting next to you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On the Men side of the US open, nadal was a dissapoinment, first was the knee injury then when everything seem fine, all of a sudden he got kicked out at the quaters. Marat safin as usual a dissapointmet he threw his tantrums and abuse his racquet all the way throughtout the matches but only manage to reach 2 or 3rd round. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Novak djokovic on the other hand, was really impressive, through repeated visits from trainers, through all manner of momentum shifts. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuP4sSH6D7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9ncKC2zV3EU/s1600-h/p1_djokovic_0831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108199842031210418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuP4sSH6D7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9ncKC2zV3EU/s320/p1_djokovic_0831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Novak djokovic outlasted Stephanek in a lengthy 4 hours and 44 minute match. When the match ended Stepanek stepped over the net, dropped his racket and trudged over to apply a bearhug so hearty the weary Djokovic nearly toppled over.It definetely looks like novak has emerged as a a potential challenger to No. 1 Roger Federer and NOW he's at the finals up against roger federer. Novak won over federer recently at the ATP masters in montreal. Do it again Novak!! sweep that coolness out of federer's face. I would love to watch federer lose..just shows that he is a human cuz I am starting to feel like he isn't one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuP5OCH6D9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/eUc1VZPX48g/s1600-h/t_0908_014_djokovic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108200421851795410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuP5OCH6D9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/eUc1VZPX48g/s320/t_0908_014_djokovic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He's young, funny, charming and talented. Give some support to Novak Djokovic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Someone once said that there are two types of tennis players: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;one that plays for themselves&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;other that plays for the crowd&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know about you, but I find this statement kinda have some sense in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that players like &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Marat Safin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and Anna kournikova &lt;/span&gt;are all considered to be &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;players that play for the crowd&lt;/span&gt;.. Sharapova said that tennis players are entertainers, people pay hundreds of dollars to watch a good show on court just like people pay to go watch a concert. People pay to watch what other people do best and in this case its tennis. Marat Safin said that people like to see some dramas on court so he smashes his raquet to give some drama. People like watching Marat because he's so emotional on court not because he always wins. Anna rarely wins but people go crazy over her. That woman knows how to work the crowd in and off court. Marat and Anna too much personality on court but flopped on in tennis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Whereas, players like &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Federer , Nadal, H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;enin, Kuznetsova &lt;/span&gt;are good examples of &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;players that play for themselves&lt;/span&gt;. They view tennis tournaments strictly as a tournament and nothing more. Its not a show. The court is a battleground for the title and they will give their very best to win. They don't really have a fuss about what they wear .They rarely talk about how big , small, cheerful or whatever crowd that turns up. All they ever talk about is TENNIS. Federer is a really good example, he is expressionless during a match ...he just plays his best on court and that's it..who gives a damm about what kinda crowd is around me and who is watching. Anything off court well is none of your damm business. Their personality is unknown. People love them for their tennis. All they ever have in their minds is winning. They give their VERY best tennis with no personality to it. They win and win it without personality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maria Sharapova, Venus, Serena, and Novak&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand are a blend of the two categories, they have a kinda balance. Novak has a real personality on court..he takes off his shirt and throws off his wristbands to the crowd ...offcourt he's a real funny guy. the William sistas shows up on court beat the hell out of their opponent and offcourt Venus has recently launch her fashion line "eleven". Serena always tries too look her best on court. Maria sharapova needless to say..offcourt she is a celeb on her own..on court she blows kisses everytime she wins. These players have the sheer determination to win and they do it with &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some personality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not only tennis. Their presence on court are soo different from players like federer and henin. Novak, the Williams, and Maria all see tennis pros like themselves not only as just tennis pros but also entertainers. They Win the match and win it with some PERSONALITY. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Play good tennis , play it with some &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;personality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies I am done with my tennis ranting madness. i need to get some sleep..for the next match at 4.am. Finals for mens singles and the last grandslam of the year is over. The US open 2007. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Signing out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-7256657748351106046?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/7256657748351106046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=7256657748351106046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/7256657748351106046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/7256657748351106046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/09/us-open.html' title='US OPEN'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RuPHDSH6DoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R8Q3Ds1jO94/s72-c/uo00000g1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-4962439436554779883</id><published>2007-08-21T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:51:56.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GWEN STEFANI " THE SWEET ESCAPE TOUR" Live in Malaysia, 21st August 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Rstd0CH6DnI/AAAAAAAAACs/HH4fDHY1S30/s1600-h/gwen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101274151431835250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Rstd0CH6DnI/AAAAAAAAACs/HH4fDHY1S30/s320/gwen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMGGGGGGG!!!!!! I just came back from the GWEN STEFANI concert at putra stadium, bukit jalil and I wanna shout out &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"GWEN YOU BLEW EVERYONE THERE AWAY"!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have never felt soooooo HIGH in a concert for a long time. I haveta admit it was way better than avril lavigne in singapore. This was really a SWEET ESCAPE!!! AMAZING AND EXHILARATING PERFORMANCE. Gwen really got upclose and personal with her audiences. JUST LOVE the way she relates to her audiences. That's what I call a performer. OHH and about those student malay union or something who wanted to BAN this concert. F u guys .... too bad the whole ridiculous 'gwen is too hot for malaysia' obscene shit issue y'all brought out flopped. I am glad gwen insisted to go on with her show with a bit more cover up on her costumes. Less skin bad news for us but hey at least we have the show. the concert rox!!!OK details:- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was suppose to start at 8.30p.m and I reached about 7.30 so I went for a lil stroll around and picked up some souvenirs (concert tags) , bumped into heng wern AGAIN!!! and something farny happened: I felt a bit thirsty so I walked to a store to grab a bottle of mineral water..the guy charged me a ringgit but I only have 5bucks..but unfortunately/fortunately he had no small change. He said "OK Nevermind its ok..u drink it and you pay me later, if you remember, if u dont, its ok WE ARE MALAYSIAN". SEMANGAT MERDEKA in the air for him. I was like "ERRR, THANX" and went off because I am gonna be late for the concert hahaha. If only there are more malaysians like that pak cik(uncle). How nice would malaysia be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK erherm back to the concert. I went in and sat about 30 min . i have an announcement :malaysians are natural late comers. The show was suppose to start at 8.30 and half the stadium was empty, it was'nt until 9 when more than half the stadium was full and the concert began. First up was the song "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SWeet Escape&lt;/span&gt;" ..I got that full song performance on video AWESOME!!! but then camera not enuf memory sooo that's all I have, pics were effing blurry . Then she went on to perform (err let me recall): "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4 in the morning&lt;/span&gt;" that's my favourite, "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rich Girl&lt;/span&gt;" , &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hollaback&lt;/span&gt; (the crowd went WILD with this song I mean &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WILD&lt;/span&gt; " &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ITS BANANAS, B-A-N-A-N-A-S&lt;/span&gt;"), then there was "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WIND IT UP&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;COOL&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wonderful Life&lt;/span&gt;"( SHE SAId&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:" this song is about a guy that i like very much back in high school"&lt;/span&gt;) , then there were a couple of songs more can't recall (was&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;standing&lt;/span&gt; and screaming too much) . Then, she stopped and introduced the dancers/bands and disappeared. The crowd went berserk and shouted for encore "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WE WANT GWEN&lt;/span&gt;" and then she appeared again saying &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;" This song is for the KING himself, KINGSTON, he is the most delicious liltle thing...."&lt;/span&gt; and she started singing (forgot what song) and wrapped up with "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WHAT YOU'RE WAITING FOR&lt;/span&gt;". Took a bow with her band and dancers and left. The concert lasted about one and a 1/2 hours. I haveta say &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WORTH EVERY SINGLE PENNY!!!!&lt;/span&gt; and OHHH!! Somewhere in the middle of the show...OMG I heartbreak maxx, I feel like hitting myself on the head .. take a look at the seating plan 1st:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RssmoCH6DjI/AAAAAAAAACM/7ZUWyvEfaBs/s1600-h/gwen07seating2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101213472133877298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RssmoCH6DjI/AAAAAAAAACM/7ZUWyvEfaBs/s320/gwen07seating2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look closely at the plan.. see the 2 red circles and labels I pointed out in the YELLOW rows. The place I SAT labeled "SAT HERE" was at the block nearest to the stage and check out the other block I circled at the end of the stadium and labeled GWEN. Both places cost the same RM285. Clearly the place I SAT had a better view..and obviously common sense when you buy the tics u would want the nearest view. No doubt the seat labeled "GWEN" had a centre view but then again its soo much further from the stage right? So at the very moment I was buying the tics, the block I SAT was full, there was only a few rows left, so I picked the best seat there. Whereas, at that time of my purchase of the tix, those seats I circled and labeled "GWEN" was totally empty, front (the 1st) row seats were EMPTY and I DID"NT TAKE IT. NOW I REGRET TO THE MAXXXIMUMMMMM!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This was what happened: Halfway through the show, GWEN STEFANI got off the stage ran across the stadium to the place I circled and labeled "GWEN" on the seating plan and got onto a platform and shouted &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"I would like to do another song for u guys! but its a conditional one! The only possible way I would consider to do another song is for u to sing with me and sing with me as loud as u can. U promise?"&lt;/span&gt; and she turned and said something to the cameraman and climbed up to the railings leaned towards the rails and shook and grab the audiences's hands and then WHAT THE!!! she stayed there and sang the whole song "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;COOL&lt;/span&gt;", while everyone on that side (well maybe first few rows of ppl seating there) got to brush shoulders and grab her. CRAP THEY WERE SO CLOSE TO HER!!!! HOW CLOSE ..See this pic and the video and judge for yourself (ITS a bit blurry)... I AM SOO HEARTBROKEN I DID"NT CHOOSE THAT PLACE..i got the nearer view and yet &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO NEAR YET SO FAR&lt;/span&gt;........(the perfect phrase to describe my feelings when I was seating in my place helpless). SIGHSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RssrkCH6DkI/AAAAAAAAACU/OQhBXOfDIQs/s1600-h/DSC01932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101218900972539458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RssrkCH6DkI/AAAAAAAAACU/OQhBXOfDIQs/s320/DSC01932.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;SHE was singing for at least 3 min standing and running around that area. I cannot imagine how those people who bought those 385 bucks ticket feel..those people up there pay half less and they got too brush shoulders with GWEN for 3 minutes.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUMMER &lt;/span&gt;. At least, I pay the same price as those people in that area. SO guys!! THAT'S FATE!!! WHO WOuld have thought she woould run and climb all the way there. Lets just say she understands the audience well.. those people who were sitting there were latebuyers and they must have felt they sat sooo far away and paid a fair amount of money for this tic. Nobody wanted the ticket in that area on earlybird session. So, GWEN decided to proof all these people including me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WRONG &lt;/span&gt;and performed for 3 min in that area, shaking and tagging hands of the audiences there while all the people(including me) who bought tickets nearer to the stage could do nothing but watch and feel jealousy and heartbroken. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FATE!!! FATE!!! ITs allright....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AGAIN!! I love the way GWEN STEFANI relate to her audiences.. I went to avril's concert, really she did'nt relate to her audiences that well.. AVRIL just started with a "HELLO SINGAPORE" and finally "GOODBYE SINGAPORE" and took off. We were like huh??? did the concert just end, that was so sudden. At least GWEN did a lotta communication.. really sweet. She started with "SELAMAT DATANG" and she struggled with some malay words , think she was trying to say "MANA KASIH SAYANG SAYA" and "TERIMA KASIH" of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She said outloud to the crowd, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;" HELLO MALAYSIA, I just wanna tell you I am inspired right now. THERE IS A VERY GOOD REASON WHY I CAME HERE TONIGHT, I REMEMBER from the last time this being a very loud, very amazing audience to play for, lets see where are they, where are my malaysian fans and I just wanna tell everyone at the back I can see you all the way up there, all the way at the back"&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;" YOU KNOW WHERE I VISITED TODAY, you see KINGSTON"S stepgranparents (meaning gavin rossdale's stepfather/mother) live here and I went over to visit them and get some tasting on some delicious malaysian food, and so, in a way I am a Malaysian too!!! I am proud to say that!! Unfortunately this is the last stop for my ASIA tour..and the great thing about being able to do this touring is that I am able to see and experience the culture and today I am and I appreciate you guys coming here".&lt;/span&gt; -GWEN STEFANI-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE ROXXXXXX BABEH!!! I swear mann if I have another chance to watch her perform I will and I hope the next time it'll be somewhere away from malaysia. I am sure her concerts abroad at the states and UK will be WAYYY BETTER, but somewhere with a smaller indoor stadium like singapore will be da best. I found out some videos on her singapore gig on the 14th of august. THAT WAS SOOO CHUNNN !!!! SHE WENT INTO THE CROWD AND SANG THERE!! (check out the video below) . &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FATE!! FATE!! FATE!! and HAVE FAITH!! FAITH!! FAITH!!&lt;/span&gt; I keep telling myself that, one day I'll have another chance to experience that. By the way STADIUMS in the states are tooo big and concert tickets sells out crazy fast. As for the U.S stadiums , I would kill for a seat in the US open right now for any match that includes sharapova, henin, ivanovic,federer,nadal, djokovic and of course the charming marat safin. SIGHSS!!! but for now I am still in the memories of my sweet escape of GWEN STEFANI's concert.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GWEN STEFANI ROXXXX!!! This is a date to remember 21st august 2007: Gwen stefani "THE SWEET ESCAPE TOUR" Live in Malaysia, Putra Indoor Stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Check out the three postings from youtube: 1 from the malaysia gig another 2 from the singapore one and you'll know why concerts outta malaysia is always better!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-4962439436554779883?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/4962439436554779883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=4962439436554779883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/4962439436554779883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/4962439436554779883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/08/gwen-stefani-sweet-escape-tour-live-in.html' title='GWEN STEFANI &quot; THE SWEET ESCAPE TOUR&quot; Live in Malaysia, 21st August 2007'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Rstd0CH6DnI/AAAAAAAAACs/HH4fDHY1S30/s72-c/gwen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-2345007581222092572</id><published>2007-08-21T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:33:17.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gwen Stefani-Live in MALAYSIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Fn7y9XHQJBs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Fn7y9XHQJBs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW COOL IS THAT??? I SANG my lungs out! I AM HEARTBROKEN I TURN DOWN A SEAT TEHRE!!!! BUT THEN THIS WAS NOTHING COMPARE TO HER S"PORE GIG. CHECK THOSE OUT ON THE NEXT 2 postings scroll down. WE LOVE YOU GWEN!!!!!! WOOOHHHHTT!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-2345007581222092572?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/2345007581222092572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=2345007581222092572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/2345007581222092572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/2345007581222092572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/08/gwen-stefani-live-in-malaysia.html' title='Gwen Stefani-Live in MALAYSIA'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-189201966681030024</id><published>2007-08-21T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:15:21.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gwen Stefani's Cool live in Singapore 14th August 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/1GNBEbrCTuk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/1GNBEbrCTuk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another video from singapore..HOW COOL IS THAT???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-189201966681030024?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/189201966681030024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=189201966681030024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/189201966681030024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/189201966681030024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/08/gwen-stefani-cool-live-in-singapore.html' title='Gwen Stefani&amp;#39;s Cool live in Singapore 14th August 2007'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-3284811377306313702</id><published>2007-08-21T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:08:05.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gwen Stefani - Cool (singapore)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/q9h5qz_aSSk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/q9h5qz_aSSk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out what gwen stefani did in her SINGAPORE GIG!!! THAT was even more upclose and personal than the malaysia GIG...some lucky fan got soooo close. FAITH FAITH!!! I keep telling myself that... GWEN ROXXXX!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-3284811377306313702?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/3284811377306313702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=3284811377306313702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/3284811377306313702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/3284811377306313702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/08/gwen-stefani-cool-singapore.html' title='Gwen Stefani - Cool (singapore)'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-6852557300353849620</id><published>2007-08-01T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T03:58:05.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVIE MARATHON!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ARGHH!!! I am feeling sooo guilty, damm I should be studying I know but I just could'nt resist this movie "BECAUSE I SAID SO". So, I just pulled a random move and head to cineleasure with one of my friend to catch the show at 3.10 yesterday . Instead of one movie, we both ended up watching 2 more , "VACANCY" and "THE SIMPSONS" for FREE. WE went cinema hopping. Ohh wells, i don't know bout u guys but "Vacancy" sucked, I mean is not like I have anything against thriller. I love thrillers like "Identity". Never liked "joyride", is like characters in the movie are getting chased over for some unstated reason. At least "identity" at the end of the movie, they shed some light of the whole confusion that the main character has multiple personality disorder which makes it a perfect twist. Gosh, Vacancy just flopped for me. "Simpsons" on the other hand was classic and it was hilarious. To be honest, if it was'nt for free, I would never even watch that in the cinema. So not worth it, ITS CARTOON. Since its for free wells I haveta say its pretty darn funny, the classic lame simpsons that we all watch is still rocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I said so" was even better. Its really the kind of movie gals should watch with their mums. I will get hold of the DVD. its about:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RrBfYKq7qYI/AAAAAAAAABk/AX1DxyUq8l4/s1600-h/box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093676047341955458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RrBfYKq7qYI/AAAAAAAAABk/AX1DxyUq8l4/s320/box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daphne Wilder (Diane Keaton) is a mother whose love knows no bounds or boundaries. As a single parent, she has raised three fantastic girls--klutzy, adorable Milly(Mandy Moore), stable psychologist Maggie and sexy and irreverent Mae--to become the kind of women any mom would die to have. The only problem is they're about to strangle her. In order to prevent her youngest, Milly, from making the same romantic mistakes she did, Daphne decides to set her up with the perfect man. The one thing Daphne decides not to tell Milly, however, is that she placed an ad in the online personals to find him. If anyone knows exactly what her daughter does and doesn't need out of a long-term relationship (or clothes or her career), it's Daphne. Comic mayhem unfolds as the well-intended mom continues to do the wrong thing for the right reasons--all in the name of love for her beloved daughter. Is the man of Daphne's (er, um--Milly's) dreams the responsible architect Jason, or is he the free-spirited rocker Johnny? Daphne will continue to push, cajole, suggest and nudge her way into Milly's smallest of decisions until she rights the wrongs of her own life choices or drives her girl nuts. But once Johnny's own father, Joe, catches a buried spark within Daphne, things really start to heat up for the Wilder matriarch. Finally letting herself begin to fall, Daphne begins to wonder if she is just pushing her girls as a way of ignoring her own issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the perfect chick flick for mums and their daughthers. ITS hilarious and also romantic!!! Mandy moore looks different though.. she looks soooo much more mature. Maybe its the character that makes her look mature. Another movie well miniseries I haveta bring up is-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, yesterday morning before heading to cineleasure I rewatched this 2 part HBO miniseries -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;TSUNAMI: THE AFTERMATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RrBl3Kq7qaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UBdJWzie520/s1600-h/51qUCgQHpvL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093683176987666850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RrBl3Kq7qaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UBdJWzie520/s320/51qUCgQHpvL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RrBgB6q7qZI/AAAAAAAAABs/0697KgOUgYI/s1600-h/home_mainimage_postpremiere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093676764601493906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RrBgB6q7qZI/AAAAAAAAABs/0697KgOUgYI/s320/home_mainimage_postpremiere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears was pouring man even though I watched it for the 2nd time!! This miniseries is sooo real. The audiences can really feel the pain of the characters. Just love everything bout this miniseries. Its a miniseries inspired by true accounts ( The 2004 december 26th tragedy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A tale of personal loss, survival and hope, TSUNAMI, THE AFTERMATH follows a group of fictional characters whose lives are irrevocably transformed by the cataclysmic natural disaster. Among those whose stories are followed are: a young couple searching for their child; a Thai survivor who loses his family and tries to prevent developers from seizing the land his village is built on; an Englishwoman whose husband and son are missing; an ambitious reporter; a relief worker; an overwhelmed British official whose faith in the system is torn apart; and a leading Thai meteorologist, whose earlier report detailing the inevitability of a tsunami hitting the affected area was ignored. TSUNAMI, THE AFTERMATH is based on extensive research and interviews by writer Abi Morgan and dramatically explores the interconnectedness of those who suffered loss in this unimaginable tragedy. The miniseries examines the cultural and personal fault lines that can be ruptured when catastrophe strikes, and shows how people all over the world - and across a wide social and economic spectrum - came together in the aftermath of the tsunami to cope with their losses and try to help one another rebuild their lives. TSUNAMI, THE AFTERMATH celebrates the best of the human spirit during the worst of times and explores the lessons for humanity raised by a disaster of such an extraordinary magnitude. Filmed on location in Phuket and Khao Lak, Thailand, the production has had the supportive and collaborative cooperation of the local governments and communities. Local residents were interviewed for their input prior to production, and the Thai production company Santa Film has acted as advisor throughout filming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okies, woohhhh I spend to much time for movies nowadays man!! gotta start studying now.. till then see ya around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-6852557300353849620?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/6852557300353849620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=6852557300353849620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/6852557300353849620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/6852557300353849620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/08/movie-marathon.html' title='MOVIE MARATHON!!!'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RrBfYKq7qYI/AAAAAAAAABk/AX1DxyUq8l4/s72-c/box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-3629930477179232434</id><published>2007-07-14T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T10:04:42.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!! I am DONE with my internship. What next?</title><content type='html'>YAY!! I am finally done with citibank, ended my internship on the 11th of july, exactly 2 months on the dot since i started this dreadful experience in mid may. OK!! might have over reacted, should not use the word dreadful. Well, lets just say its a boring experience. I gave citibank's HR department and my supervisor a week notice. When my supervisor signed my resignation letter, she asked  'are u sure you wanna leave so soon, we will miss u here'. In my heart i was going YAHHH, i have no second thoughts , I am dying to leave pls sign. hahhaha but I just said 'yah,I am sure' and before I left on the11th, I just went for a typical farewell lunch in wisma central with the other interns and then head over to KLCC to get some dunkin donuts for them back in the office. Then, say my goodbyes at 6 and stepped out of the office once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'll miss the people there, all the staff in my department. Though we did'nt talk much. I understand they have tons of work, too occupied to talk. All the best to them. Special thanks to my supervisor, she belanja me 2 times and i return back the favor with donuts hahhaha. Most of all, I'll miss the other interns, sigh we all  shared the same fate when we were working in citi.  They were the people that made my working days go by soo much easier. We would just hear out each others complains, like a confession session during our breaks in the pantry or our  lunchtime. Ir ving, chai hong and Dura, if u're reading this all the best to u guys and keep in touch and Ir Ving thanks for burning me that dvd, owe ya one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's next? well, I have stopped working like 2 days ago and I am starting to feel like really useless. The past 2 days, I just slept all the way till 11 or 12p.m.....internet was down so, I had to wait till today to blog. In the afternoon, I just occupy myself shopping at the nearby jusco and went over to my couzie's house to say goodbye before he left for melbourne..Went and watched Harry Potter with my couzies sheryn and harry on friday. Basically on friday, I was just hanging around at the mall with them, bought some dvds. mann!! we should hang out more often, it was not very very fun but we all had good company and we were just laughing and eating all the way. Other than that, my day would pretty much be either infront of the t.v, the com or my finance and accounting books. I was soo bored today that I re-watch (is there such word?) Freaky friday and How to Lose a Guy in 10Days all over again. I can't get bored with these two movies, its still soo funny after I watched it over and over again for the gazillionth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I came to my senses and  I DECIDED i need to get healthy and take up a sport. The first thing that pops into my mind is TENNIS.. haha soo tomorrow on sunday its tennis 101 with my younger cousins. I know it sounds embarassing to be learning tennis at 20 with the kids, well better late than never right. My mum was like, do yoga. Really, yoga is a nono for me, I don't have the patience to stretch and relax for 45 min in the same spot. I need movements, I need to move, run, breakout, sweat and just collapse after that.  According to my mum, tennis is gonna build your body up not tone it. Who cares, whatever!!!as long as I burn some fats and calories and sweat, I am happy with myself. Tennis is what I am interested in for the moment, lets see how long I can last on court tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-3629930477179232434?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/3629930477179232434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=3629930477179232434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/3629930477179232434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/3629930477179232434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-i-am-done-with-my-internship-what.html' title='YES!! I am DONE with my internship. What next?'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-4769776822817514275</id><published>2007-07-07T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T01:15:43.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Heuer's Diamond Fiction...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Ro9GcKhSLvI/AAAAAAAAABc/GaZX-waVTXo/s1600-h/tag-heuer-diamond-fiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084359953998819058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Ro9GcKhSLvI/AAAAAAAAABc/GaZX-waVTXo/s320/tag-heuer-diamond-fiction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only dream of this watch.. OMG is sooooo PERFECT. So, high tech. Simple and elegant and VERY expensive of course. I dare not find out about the price tag for this perfect piece of material. Here's the 411 (info) bout this watch from the TAG website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Diamond Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For the first time, diamonds give time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The astonishing alliance of high-end jewellery and avant-garde technology integrated into an audacious version of a new timepiece: the first time that diamonds give time. The Diamond Fiction is an exceptional watch, both glamorous and avant-garde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An exceptional innovation, TAG Heuer’s latest haute joaillerie creation does not look like a watch, but rather a piece of haute joaillerie jewellery; it is precious and pure, and loaded with sexy space-age technology, designed exclusively for the fashion-forward female.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This luxury watch set with 879 Top Wesselton (5.8 carats) VS/SI (1.1 mm), full-cut, diamonds hides a surprising innovation: the digital display through the diamonds. 54 of the 879 diamonds have been cut in a revolutionary way to provide a very high-definition concentration of the light emitted by 54 LEDs (light emitting diodes) that display the time in glowing red. The red is echoed in the satin strap that gives a warm and silky look contrasting with the brilliance of the multiple diamonds.Of inestimable value, only three of these exceptional haute couture timepieces have been produced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can I get this watch for my 21st b'day. HAHAHAH... I am dreaming. My dream watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-4769776822817514275?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/4769776822817514275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=4769776822817514275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/4769776822817514275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/4769776822817514275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/07/tag-heuers-diamond-fiction.html' title='Tag Heuer&apos;s Diamond Fiction...'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Ro9GcKhSLvI/AAAAAAAAABc/GaZX-waVTXo/s72-c/tag-heuer-diamond-fiction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-2499846185894572664</id><published>2007-07-06T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T02:14:07.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM NOT A PLASTIC BAG by anya hindmarch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Ro81LqhSLsI/AAAAAAAAABE/JE1khkp_OEo/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084340978833305282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Ro81LqhSLsI/AAAAAAAAABE/JE1khkp_OEo/s320/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The "IT" bag that everyone wants a piece of. If u are not aware of what exactly makes this bag soooo in demand. Well, it is from anya hindmarch . A high end luxury brand that decides to create a bag that helps send a message "SAY NO TO plastic bags".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's all the info u need about this bag from the anya hindmarch website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I’m Not A Plastic Bag is a reusable bag that can be used for shopping, the gym, the beach, school etc. Anya is trying to use her influence in a positive way to make it fashionable not to use plastic bags, to raise awareness of this issue and to encourage people to make small changes in their behaviour. I’m Not A Plastic Bag is made in China. They have worked with a reputable supplier there whose workers are paid double the minimum wage and who complies with all aspects of Chinese Labour Law. The factory also retains external consultants to monitor it from an international standards standpoint.The bag is a stylish, practical reusable alternative that she hoped would raise awareness of the issue of wasted packaging and spark debate. They have shipped the bags by sea and carbon offset the production and freight through the purchase of carbon credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overwhelmed by the world’s response to this project and inundated with requests to take this bag available to a wider international audience. The UK bag was priced at £5. This price meant that Anya Hindmarch and all launch partners have not been covering their costs. However, in order to launch the bag more widely &amp; internationally, they had to make it cover it’s costs &amp;amp; ensure that no party loses money. The price for the next launches therefore, will be £7.50 (or the local equivalent). They also hope that the international launches will spark the same awareness and debate that they have provoked in the UK and encourage people to reuse, reduce and recycle! At this present time no more UK bags are planned. There will be some more brown bags available through Corso Como in Milan &amp; Brown Thomas in Ireland in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When they started working on this project two years ago they had no idea that there would be so much demand for this bag. They did not anticipate these bags selling out so quickly in the UK. This project was only ever intended to be a limited edition project. There will be further limited edition launches in other countries this summer. It is inevitable that some customers are attracted to this product because it is an Anya Hindmarch Bag for a low price point. Anya's view is that whatever the reason is for customers carrying this bag they are still conveying an important message. The bag is designed to be a practical and stylish alternative to plastic bags that they hope that customers will reuse. It is surprising how many plastic bags you start to refuse on your daily shopping trips when you are carrying a reusable bag and surprising how many people are influenced by the walking billboard that is Anya's bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The bags appeared on e-bay but then they realised that this is to be expected when there is so little stock and so much demand and this has led to creating more awareness which was the purpose of this project. Unfortunately they have no control over bags appearing on eBay. Please note that this bag is not a charity project so charities are not losing out. Whatever that is, these bags are selling like hot cakes everywhere. In the US and UK it sold out like 2 hours after launch. In malaysia today: lets here my part of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THIS BAG COST ONLY RM55 here back in malaysia. MAN!! I tell u those ppl here are crazy over it. It was only on sale at the anya hindmarch branch in KLCC today on a first come first serve basis. Genuis me! I was thinking that malaysians won't be that crazy over some 55 bugs bag, and clearly it proved me wrong. I reached KLCC at 7.30 a.m and there was huge crowd ahead lining up . I was around the 420th when I got there. Can u imagine how early those ppl in front got up. They have been waiting for klcc to open at 6a.m and then rushed in to queue at the 1st floor. As u know, stores only open at 10.am. So, that means all those lining up haveta wait from 5.30a.m the earliest all the way till 10 a.m . There were broadcasters from NTV7 and all other medias . As for me, I waited from 7.30 a.m till around 12.pm and then half way through ,the store assistant announced that they are OUT OF BAGS! SOLD OUT! Those ppl infront of the line was shouting and screaming.. cursing . Pity them , they reached at 6.30 and they still could'nt get the bag. I was a bit relieved that at least I got cut out in the middle of the line rather than getting cut out in front of the line . Can u imagine what's the feeling knowing that you gonna get ur turn to grab one of those bags after a few more ppl and then they just announce SOLD OUT. I will be friggin pissed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyways those ppl, in front went berserk and started a riot, kickin the barriers and cursing. One thing I haveta bring up here, is that the store management on this huge event really SUCK. Customers were not told or informed about the amount of bags they will be selling out and the store staffs just let the crowd stretch up to 1500 while they have only 200-250 bags on sale. After much shouting, screaming and cursing, the securities were very tight around the stores, those staffs finally came out to apologize that they did not have enuf bags. DAMM DUMB, is not about whether u have enuf bags or not, is the fact that u should know that u have less that 250 bags and still let the queue stretch till 1500. The reason they gave is that, they did'nt know how many bags they were selling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Apparently we the customers felt that they purposely refuse to make a statement of the number of bags so that more ppl would turn up. Free publicity. Then staffs make a statement that that they have no such intention of using us to publicise the store, that this situation happens in all regions that are selling this bag. Thank god, there was one customer that fought back he claimed that he came all the way back from UK and that the branch in UK did actually give out numbers to ppl (numbering) who are queuing and that ppl actually are notified about the amount of bags available on sale. Unlike the situation here, ppl actually take a day leave from their work and came all the way down at 6.30 to queue. C'MON, they should at least have the decency to tell us when they open the store at 10 a.m that they have only 200 bags available and let those ppl at the back get back to their business, instead of giving us hope and wasting our time waiting. We felt like IDIOTS. PISSED!!! Those ppl in front was about to break the glass to snag the sample bag on display if it was'nt for the securities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TOO MUCH mann!! those staffs were terrified, they just off the lights and shut the doors. WHAT THE F? is that how u handle this kinda situation. SERIOUSLY? WHAT KINDA MANAGEMENT IS THAT? Earlier during the riot one of the staff actually accuse us the customers that we were actually told not to queue but we insisted on lining up. AGAIN!! WHAT THE F? use u're effing brains man.. y would we queue if u have told us that we would not make it to buy the bag. DO U THINK WE HAVE nothing better to do? They should have just be a bit more clear cut about the amount of bags instead of making us guess. Apparently some ppl, where told they were 1000 bags available. TURNS out less than 250 and they gave some lame excuse like some are for reservations. PLS CUT THE CRAP! and just say u handle the situation badly and apologize for god sakes, instead of giving crap reasons and accusing customers for being stubborn for lining up. VERY BAD MANAGEMENT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok back to the real reason malaysians go gaga over this bag. Do u actually believe that we will get the bag for the sake of the environment. HAHA ppl here are queing like crazy just because this bag is all around HOLLYWOOD. Its the official goodie bag for this year's OSCAR VANITY FAIR party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Ro9DkKhSLtI/AAAAAAAAABM/msI3bSgGCmU/s1600-h/Keirs%2520high%2520res%2520-%2520image%2520bought%2520for%2520web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084356792902889170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Ro9DkKhSLtI/AAAAAAAAABM/msI3bSgGCmU/s320/Keirs%2520high%2520res%2520-%2520image%2520bought%2520for%2520web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Spotted on keira knightly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Ro9EY6hSLuI/AAAAAAAAABU/3i2wH5hsPt8/s1600-h/Petra%2520Nemocova_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084357699140988642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Ro9EY6hSLuI/AAAAAAAAABU/3i2wH5hsPt8/s320/Petra%2520Nemocova_015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;spotted on Petra Nemocova &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, its sold out MALAYSIA. Wherever u are now, just check out the launch date for ur country. Its available in different word colours in different countries. IN the US, the words are in blue. next launch is in JAPAN, words are green there. Then i think is jakarta and then China (beijing and shanghai). Last stop, i think is singapore on 18th of august. Go check out &lt;a href="http://www.anyahindmarch.com/division/environmental_bags.aspx"&gt;http://www.anyahindmarch.com/division/environmental_bags.aspx&lt;/a&gt; for more info. Ohh and since is a limited edition. ONE person is allowed to grab ONE only. That's y today those aunties drag their kids around the queue, so that they could buy one extra. If u're not all gaga over this bag, well if u have the time to queue just grab one and sell it off later. Someone offered me 400 bucks if I got the bag. Its just a 55 ringgit cotton made bag! Talk about desperate measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-2499846185894572664?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/2499846185894572664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=2499846185894572664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/2499846185894572664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/2499846185894572664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-not-plastic-bag-by-anya-hindmarch.html' title='I AM NOT A PLASTIC BAG by anya hindmarch'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Ro81LqhSLsI/AAAAAAAAABE/JE1khkp_OEo/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-4636546827533808024</id><published>2007-07-05T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:00:37.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WIMBLEDON</title><content type='html'>Wimbledon is in the air for me now. I am glad I am gonna stop work in just a couple of days time, phew 2 months of boring working life. Oh wells, now that wimbledon is on, I am glued to the t.v once again for long hours. 2 weeks and its now the women's quater finals, I find it a waste of time watching mens (federer is gonna win again). Its sooo sad to watch maria sharapova got kicked out. Never taught she would not make it to semi, though it is a bit expected that she would not be crowned as wimbledon champion 2007 (shoulder injury). She lost terribly to venus, mann I am starting to hate those williams sisters. Thank god J.henin just swept serena off the court on the same day. If not I would just skip watching wimbledon finals. So, one williams down another one to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, came across this really cool video on sharapova. I haveta say her journey to the life she has today is really inspiring and that explains why she is such a perfectionist in playing tennis. Even though she won venus in Miami, somehow she felt she played terribly. Her presence on court is soo fascinating to watch. Quote from wimbledon.org "Usually her extraordinary inward-looking intensity is fascinating to watch, as if there are just three people present – herself, her opponent, and her father Yuri Sharapov, who is also her coach. Even in the ultimate arena of the Centre Court, the 14,000 spectators do not seem to exist for her.Moreover, even when she is storming to victory, her face so often wears an expression like thunder. And why not, when this hugely competitive formula works so well for her?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, sad to say maria sharapova is off from wimbledon 2007. Well, there is always next year. Besides she has acomplished a lot in her 20 years of age. Two grand slams and just look at the number of endorsements she is endorsing. Can't blame brands like tag, canon, nike, prince and all for making sharapova part of their brand afterall that lady has got everything from looks, body to talent . This 6'2 beau is friggin loaded, highest paid sportswoman of 2006 when she was just 19 last year. She is not only a plain pro tennis player she is also a fashion icon/model. Previously ranked no.1 in the world, now no.2. Third youngest to grab the wimbledon champion title. She was only 17 when she won back in 2004. Her dad has a lot to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Sharapova the journey.... I dedicate the next 2 posts to her inspiring journey towards success. Posted up a beautiful and inspiring video from you-tube. wow!! She sings too, what next after a tennis career ,acting or singing? That's new no tennis player has taken that up. She is already in modelling or maybe perhaps coaching then. But then again, she is already earning enough to last her a lifetime. For now, lets just hope she gets that shoulder of hers better and continue playing incredible tennis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-4636546827533808024?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/4636546827533808024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=4636546827533808024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/4636546827533808024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/4636546827533808024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/07/wimbledon.html' title='WIMBLEDON'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-1807343688750284644</id><published>2007-07-05T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T01:49:32.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Sharapova the journey..</title><content type='html'>For those of you who do not know Maria Sharapova's journey to become one of the top players in the highly competitive sport of professional tennis. Her journey symbolizes her determination, grit and champion's desire to win.  Her story is one of sacrifice, focus and extraordinary talent. An only child, Maria was born on April 19, 1987, in the Russian industrial town of Nyagan in western Siberia.  Her parents had relocated from Gomel, Russia, to escape the aftermath of the 1986 Chernobyl nuclear disaster.  In 1989, the Sharapovas moved again to the Black Sea resort town of Sochi; it was here that Maria developed a love of tennis.  Watching her father Yuri on the courts, four-year-old Maria learned to play using a second-hand racket.  Yuri quickly recognized and nurtured his daughter's exceptional talent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October 1993, her gift was confirmed from an unexpected source.  Maria and Yuri were attending tennis clinics held in Moscow during the Kremlin Cup when Martina Navratilova happened to spot the six-year-old hitting balls on the court.  Maria's form and shots stood among the mostly older children.  "She has talent," the legendary champion commented to Yuri - and he took her words to heart.     Struggling with how to help Maria reach her potential, Yuri and his wife Yelena decided to take a chance and seek world-class coaching for their daughter.  In pursuit of this dream, Maria and Yuri boarded an airplane to the United States in March 1995, leaving Yelena behind in Russia to finish college and await a visa.  The odds were against the two from the moment they touched down in Miami:  neither spoke English and Yuri had just $700 in his pocket, money he had borrowed from Maria's grandparents.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days and many bus rides later, six-year-old Maria and Yuri arrived uninvited at IMG's Nick Bollettieri Tennis Academy in Bradenton, Florida.   Although the Academy's coaches immediately recognized Maria's talent, she was too young to be enrolled as a full-time student.  Yet Yuri was not discouraged.  Believing in his daughter's talent, he settled in nearby Venice and coached Maria on public and private tennis courts.  For two difficult years, Yuri worked odd jobs while Maria competed in local tournaments and began to accumulate victories.  In December 1995, perseverance paid off -- Maria received a scholarship to the Academy and became a full-time student.  The nine-year-old lived on the prestigious campus for seven months, seeing her father only on weekends.  Her separation from him, combined with constant teasing by dorm-mates nearly twice her age, forever impacted Maria but also intensified her resolve to succeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After obtaining a U.S. visa, Yelena finally reunited with Maria and Yuri in June 1996.  Maria moved out of the dorms and into an apartment with her parents while she continued to perfect her tennis skills at the academy. In November 2000, 13-year-old Maria exploded onto the world tennis stage with an impressive win in the Girls' 16-and-under Eddie Herr Championships.  Her first professional tournament quickly followed in April 2001 and her first WTA tournament in 2002.  In a highly competitive sport where many try but few succeed, Maria Sharapova's drive and determination will inspire young girls for years to come.  From her 2004 Wimbledon championship, to being the first Russian female to ever claim the #1 ranking in the world, to being the fifth youngest female to ever hold the #1 spot, to her growing list of corporate endorsements, Maria symbolizes what hard work, world-class training and unwavering commitment can achieve:  a front-row seat on the world's stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story from: maria sharapova.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-1807343688750284644?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/1807343688750284644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=1807343688750284644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/1807343688750284644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/1807343688750284644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/07/maria-sharapova-journey_7483.html' title='Maria Sharapova the journey..'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-6118422642046589035</id><published>2007-07-05T00:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T00:40:00.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Sharapova the journey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/RVaOLn-p42g' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/RVaOLn-p42g'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-6118422642046589035?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/6118422642046589035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=6118422642046589035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/6118422642046589035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/6118422642046589035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/07/maria-sharapova-journey_05.html' title='Maria Sharapova the journey...'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-7587419751300823364</id><published>2007-06-23T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:40:22.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first month as an intern... SLAVERY</title><content type='html'>Ok ppl.. back with updates. Highlight of the month, nothing except working like a slave doing donkey jobs. Let me recall.. in my last posting, I actually sounded really excited about the internship at citibank. I was actually anticipating of what is in stores for me..and I even started the internship one day after my exams. I seriously whole heartedly REGRET to the maximum in taking this internship up so fast. I should have relax for 2 weeks and then start on this crappy job. Seriously, i don't know where to begin with to describe and complain. Nothing in this internship is worth in devoting soo much time and effort and money, accept for the fact that I needed the word Citi to appear in my CV.  PPl if I don't turn up for work a day, i could actually save up 7 bucks. Ok details about my job. Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what i do, in short donkey jobs. Eloborations. First week, i devoted my entire time in checking 1500 pages of forms, I don't even know what they are for. Its complicated, some beuracratic process they just cannot get over with. I am soo proud of myself for completing 1500 pages of forms in a week. Though, for them it was darn slow, but anyways I finish that crappy task. Mission accomplished on that, I was soo relieved UNTIL more forms came in but I managed to drag myself to complete everything. Then, in comes all the photocopying task and the document delivery to diffrent levels everyday. So, a typical working day now is photocopying like a robot and getting in an out of an elavator for at least 8-9 times a day. I am soo sick of the elevators now. Then, there was the ever boring task of keying in data when I have nothing in my hands. Anyways , I got used to that after 1 month but the sucky stuff just won't stop coming. I am really starting to get frustrated. This week OMG I just got assigned to check on 3000 names. 3000!3000!  I am feeling sick.  The past 2 weeks I have been in front of the com non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might probably think by now, hey u're an intern what do u expect? STOP COMPLAINING!!! . BUT!!! seriously I am aware that interns are cheap labours but at least let us learn some stuff PLZZ. To be completely honest, this past month I have learn to be  more efficient in photocopying and delivering stuff and keying data and checking stuff. Its not just me complaining , its the entire group of interns complaining. The company and their P and C stuff. I really cannot take it anymo. Darn uptight with giving task that can let us learn some stuff about the company. Every single thing is P and C. The WORSE thing I found out is. Those ppl working as temporary staff earn more than us interns and they do the same job as us. I feel like a dumbass, for applying as an intern. Interns are suppose to get paid less but learn more than temporary staff. I don't see there's anything I CAN learn, every damm thing is P and C.  I might as well apply in as a temporary staff. Seriously, they really need to value interns. I mean what kinda person would get back to such enviroment to work after this kinda crappy work experience. Devise a proper internship programme please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all that, as if my working life is not crappy enuf. Do the math, just like any other internship the satndard pay is 500. My petrol would take up 300, and my parking fee RM 10 a day. So, that 500 is ngone. That means, I got no pocket money for lunch. Basically I am working for free for them. OK fine I can tolerate that. BUT!!! I cannot believe this has happened. This really is the cherry on top of ma cake. Ok here goes, this parking place I pay for 10 bugs every friggin day, is not exactly a proper parking space. Its actually an alley behind the LRT station. Broad alley, with loads of ppl walking in and out everyday.  Can u imagine they charge 10 bugs for that, ok I parked my car nicely NICELY. Its already perfectly in da box, there are like 10 other cars who parked worse than me and I GOT HIT!!!!  Imagine my luck. Can't blame that person entirely cuz those ppl in charge of the of the parking is just sooo brainless. All they ever think about about is to maximize the alley and ppl just squeeze their cars in every corner until it get to the point that it takes ages for ppl to reverse to get out of the blardee place. I mean c'mon use ur brains... accept the fact that there is no more space left, give up some space to let those parkers to at least reverse their cars. Ok done with that.. back to the person who hit my car. First of all, if it was'nt for what she pulled off with this hit and run thing, I would'nt blame her for hitting my car as the  alley was soo cramped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenario was like this: As usual everyday I parked in the same parking place, payed 10 bucks and parked nicely. After work at 6, I got outta of the office and went to the parking booth to pay thee fees. All of a sudden, this dude in charge gave me a name card and told me some lady banged my car and she left a namecard with the her car number written on it. I was thinking.. OHH what an honest person.. the namecard states that person was from HSBC by the name of Esther and all the contacts needed.  Then, I called HSBC to confirm that as to whether the person is working there. Then , my mum and I  started calling her HP non -stop. She did'nt pick up all the way till 10.30. My mum got a call from her at last. She said that she WAS NEVER IN KL and HSBC did'nt do any promotion or roadshow there recently. BUT the thing is, the day before i got hit HSBC did do a roadshow nearby, which makes her explanation highly suspicious. PISSED MAX!!! after much talking or rather more like quarelling she still said that she was innocent and my mum find it pointless to talk to her over the phone anymo. Waste of time and money. We came to a conclusion that there are 2 possiblities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE 1) Some biatch hit my car and gave a random card to get off the whole situation as she cannot possibly hit and run. There are always people walking in and out of the alley and its so cramped up. My car alarm should have gone wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE 2) Some biatch hit my car, my alarm went off and she got panicked, gave her card and then got back home to realize that she did a stupid thing of giving her name card / details and decided to deny everything in the end to get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELLZ, Its still a mystery to me now. We don't even know whether the information in the namecard is accurate and that's y we did'nt go to the police. Ohh and you should know that any hit and run case should be reported within 24 hours. We were'nt sure about the info at that time. What if its a case 1 thing.  We don't wanna drag and innocent person in to this crap. We are decent ppl. All I know was the person who hit my car was a lady driving a white iswara. The next morning, I went back to the site and had the person in charge of the parking yesterday ( my witness) to explain to me what happpened exactly and only during that time he told me that the car number was written by him not by the biatch who hit me. DUDE give more accurate info plzz.. yesterday he told me that the biatch who hit my car asked him to give the namecard and she wrote the car number down.  BIG BIG diffrence.. he wrote the number down that means the number is 100% right, it does'nt matter whether its the right name card then. Sigh, by that time everything was too late. We have no choice but to let the culprit slip off.  Bottom line.. if it is case 2 the lady who hit me is a biatch but if it case 1 then the person who hit me is an ultimate biatch. (pardon me for using the "biatch" word, I cannot help it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, after all that's going on, I am proud of myself , I worked for one month and I am still around putting up with crappy work.  Honestly, I was thinking of quititng after 1 week of work, but since I already got in to this THING.. I need this name in my CV might as well suck it up and get through this internship. I am gonna put up with it for 1 or maybe 2 more months probably. At least things are looking better now, though the task is sucky haha my workstation has shift to a all time perfect. A manager was off and the workstation was empty and I took it up. AHHH private corner, with some SUNSHINE thank god!!! A view overlooking the city. I suppose I can put up with this job for a month or 2. All I need is PATIENCE and TOLERANCE.  Got myself so far, it will be a waste of effort if I quit now. BAd reputation.  I need a good testimonial. Gotta Suck it Up!!!  I am motivated all of a sudden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-7587419751300823364?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/7587419751300823364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=7587419751300823364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/7587419751300823364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/7587419751300823364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-first-month-as-intern-slavery.html' title='my first month as an intern... SLAVERY'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-245292048609546406</id><published>2007-05-14T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T01:29:36.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HEY ppl, I am still alive. I have been completely off the internet for ages, let alone blog here. So, I am back hahaha. My exam is over yes! Yes! YES! I am done and over with my second year. BUT!!! just when my exam is OVER on the 14th .. (just yesterday) and here I am preparing for my internship on the 16th .. that means no holidays for me. Yes, I sense that my term break is gonna suck.. I am well aware of that. IT's STRAIGHT TO WORK in &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Citibank tomorrow. Wells, can't complain , its Citibank so we shall see what's in store for me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime updates. Well, nothing much happened in April, I was dragging my days in uni, rushing those never ending assignments and studying like a nerd for exams. OO yahh I got a speeding ticket delivered to my house sometime in April and who else but my mum was the first to open up the envelope and immediately exploded with her nagging. I was like .. when did i speed? the date printed on the letter was sometime in February, during CNY. That was like soooo long ago and now ony they send that to me but I was'nt even speeding like 130 kind of speeding. My speed in the Cheras highway was only 100.. c'mon I only exceeded about 10 km/ph and I got a 300 bucks fine. That is RIDICULOUS!!!!. Ok that was the sad part of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to the happy times. Hrpmhh let see not much.. celebrated rachel's and ronald's b'day at La Bodega in Bangsar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064691393045917138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Rkll_PN67dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cR4DPY_5DOE/s320/cake+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;cake from alexis... banana mascapone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Rklm8vN67eI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3-zyswVq7C8/s1600-h/frame+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064692449607871970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Rklm8vN67eI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3-zyswVq7C8/s320/frame+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RklpNPN67gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YifM-rI1Vy0/s1600-h/all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064694932098969090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RklpNPN67gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YifM-rI1Vy0/s320/all.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RkloMPN67fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u5x71T-i5aw/s1600-h/cut+da+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064693815407472114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RkloMPN67fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u5x71T-i5aw/s320/cut+da+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Rklpp_N67hI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-Avb82HB3RA/s1600-h/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064695426020208146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Rklpp_N67hI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-Avb82HB3RA/s320/three.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with Rachel and Joey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RklqNvN67iI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uMp55UpArpE/s1600-h/GIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064696040200531490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/RklqNvN67iI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uMp55UpArpE/s320/GIS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-245292048609546406?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/245292048609546406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=245292048609546406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/245292048609546406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/245292048609546406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-back.html' title='I am back...'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeV2jQYE6fc/Rkll_PN67dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cR4DPY_5DOE/s72-c/cake+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-2408508637022922738</id><published>2007-03-20T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T09:51:36.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni Life...</title><content type='html'>I am officially declaring that Life in Uni sucks. Argh.. with those never ending assignments pilling up, all due in April.. and the pressure of studying craps like International firms and Asian economic Development, which are taught by some senseless lecturer who just rambles in every single lecture. Seriously.. i feel like killing him.. horrible lecturing, only reason i am showing up for his classes and writing down useless notes is to make me feel less guilty. I am sooo bored of being in uni.. so much crap evolving around. I am probably gonna drag myself till the end of this sem.. sobz.. 2 and a half more months to go. I don't know whether to be happy or sad or worried; happy to end this sem.. worried about how i am gonna get through the exams, and sad about the fact that I hafta advance into my third year which I think i would probably turn into a geek studying like mad.. Gosh!!! I need a break when this sem is all over. Sigh!!! I wanna get back to my high school life, when everything is soo much more simple. So, high schoolers.. embrace the life your in now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-2408508637022922738?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/2408508637022922738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=2408508637022922738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/2408508637022922738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/2408508637022922738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/03/uni-life.html' title='Uni Life...'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-62191089564800592</id><published>2007-02-19T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:27:35.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys... it has been sometime since my last update, to be honest I have been really lazy to blog these days with my terrrible internet connection (48kbps). Anyways.. hope is not too late to wish all of you a Happy New Year.. may the dawn of a new year bring promises of health, wealth, happiness and fresh beginnings, springing hope of a year more auspicious than the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well for me 2006 has been quite an exciting year, been to phuket and korea (sorry guys I have problems with my connection, really hard for me to upload photos I took in Korea, but I'll update once I get a better connection). Also, not to mentioned I turned 20!  Gosh.. this year I'll be 21 arghhh which means adulthood, which means more responsibility, which means more stress yerrr.. but always look at the bright side, more freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not much happened since my last posting.. i celebrated Christmas at home.. same goes for New year, had my exams on january which went horrible by the way. Exams are always fun-suckers.. I got my horrible results on Valentine's day.. and not to mention I babysit for Valentine's this year, nothing can top that.This is only the beginning of 2007.  Don't even get me started on the clubbing experience the day after Valentine's.. I don't really remember what happened , was a bit sober that night. Today is the 3rd day of CNY.. but sadly this year I don't feel the CNY mood.. its a bit more quiet than the previous years, but then again still enjoy spending time with my cousins cracking jokes and eating non-stop. My new year resolution lose some weight..hahhaa.  Alright gotta get back to my mahjong...Happy New Year.. CHEERS to the year of 2007 !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-62191089564800592?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/62191089564800592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=62191089564800592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/62191089564800592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/62191089564800592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-116386790000824006</id><published>2006-11-18T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T08:35:10.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October blues... I miss OCTOBER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg i haveta admit.. I am really lagging with this blogging thing. Erghh what is it with my life? I have been soo buzy in October and all of a sudden when it comes to November.. I have nothing in my hands, well except for those blardee assignments CRAP!!!. I MISS October soo much, havin October blues, November is so dull. Ohh wellz, I just wanna bring up some memorable moments I had in October , it's THE month of b'days and weddings. OHH!!! and not to forget, my Korea in atumn experience, I haveta post a lotta pics to show y'all da B-E-A-utiful sceneries, cuz it's beyond my power to describe, I am not that good with describing stuff haha. So, I suppose this is gonna be a freaking long post or maybe I should dedicate one posting for the Korea trip, intsead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;REWIND a lil.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th October.... Mid autumn festival dinner.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mid Fest this year was a bit special.. my family did'nt celebrate at home, I wish we had though, cuz I LOVE celebrating mid fest with my couzies playing candles and lanterns... makes me feel young again hahhaa. Sadly, *sigh* we went all the way to Selayang for some seafood. Nice food, but erghh quite a boring mid fest experience outside home. The journey there was terrible.. was halfway through Kepong and my Uncle, who taught he remembered the way to Selayang, got us all lost . We're suppose to follow up behind his car... and not to mention the traffic in K.L ERGHH was terrible. Anyway long story short, we all reached around 9 .. everyone was starving. The food was darn nice.. rewarding at least for travelling all the way there. The journey home was horrible , for ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Initially, we all planned on going to Kim Gary in Mid valley to yumcha, but my granpa being such a naggy moody dude wanted to go home to zzzz instead and sooo, we all agreed to that. He had some wine that night and my uncle suggested that I should drive granpa's car. I haveta tell u this, he treats his car better than his wife. At home, we are NOT allowed to place anything on his car, NOT even paper. Wellz, considering my driving background, I think u can predict what's comin up, I am known for drving recklessly before my P license ended.. but BUT I reaally have improved a lot. After all, I am no longer attached to a P. Therefore, I was given a chance to drive his BABY(car). It's a privilege and I got soo pumped up and excited.. not beacuse its a porsche or anything like that (its a friggin Honda), it's just that he rarely lets anybody drive his car and the fact that I got a chance to, this simply means that they have considered my driving skills to be pretty good by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I start up the car, and I felt really tense, but not as tense as those 2 women at the backseat, non-stop yelling STOP, when I haven even move the car. Just for the record, I am really annoyed with people yelling and screaming telling me how I should be driving. I can't concentrate and that's excatly what they were doin that night. . Ok Long story short, I BANGED a rock !!!! and my granpa's precious BABY was scratched pretty badly in front .. the number plate fell off. The worse part is, after I hit the rock and reverse the car, though it sounded awful, all of us in the car did'nt even realize what happened, until my uncle called my granpa to tell him that the number plate was dangling. He got really PISSED , and I had to get oFF the driver's seat before he skin me alive. On top of all that, my cousin was adding more fire in his belly, by yelling " OMG YOU TOTALLY RUINED HIS PRECIOUS BABE" . He drove all the way back home without saying a word. *sigh* I felt darn guilty, I guess he was really dissapointed sobz. My 1st time driving his car and I totally dissapointed everyone.. now even my uncles and aunts know how bad my driving is. BANNED from driving their children. Wait a minute, that means no more fetching them around ... that's not that bad. I hate driving anyway. OK next event..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="center"&gt;7th and 8th October.... Cousin Chee Kin's wedding. Congrats dude&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="center"&gt;10th October.... Happy belated b'day aunt wendy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="center"&gt;16th October... Couzie Doris's b'day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="center"&gt;17th October .... Korea here I come ( will update bout this one in the next posting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="center"&gt;19th October ... Happy BirThdAy Couzie Celine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="center"&gt;21st October.... My big Day.. Happy BirThday to me. (celebrated in Korea) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;29th and 30th October....... Couzie Chee Keong's(aka my bro's) wedding. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS bro !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5390/3805/1600/527831/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5390/3805/320/988628/ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5390/3805/1600/163106/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5390/3805/320/257132/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chee Keong and Tally &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5390/3805/1600/778980/resto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5390/3805/320/452736/resto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5390/3805/1600/174916/drink%20up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5390/3805/320/400150/drink%20up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5390/3805/1600/558857/yum%20seng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5390/3805/320/988413/yum%20seng.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yum Seng!!! CHEERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5390/3805/1600/479679/drunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5390/3805/320/109580/drunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The groom was drunk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5390/3805/1600/680757/smillies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5390/3805/320/387224/smillies.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but could'nt stop smilling &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5390/3805/1600/108990/test.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5390/3805/320/946034/test.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NEWLYWEDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CONGRATS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-116386790000824006?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/116386790000824006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=116386790000824006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/116386790000824006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/116386790000824006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2006/11/october-blues-i-miss-october.html' title='October blues... I miss OCTOBER'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-116094559230500988</id><published>2006-10-15T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T08:23:17.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni life... and backtrack to mid september.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's already the 3rd week since uni started.. stress is  kickin in, and I have decided to take up 7 modules this sem. No I am not crazy, I am jus being rational and you would agree with me if you're in my shoes. I went for the induction earlier and discovered that for the past year, I mean my 1st Uni year, my marital status was actually MARRIED ( weird mistake by those admin ppl) and for me to change it to single now, it would actually mean that I am divorced maybe hahha. I have been buzy buzy buzy with studies, weddings, b'days erghh non stop buzzing around... goin haywire. Soooo looking forward to take a one week break to Korea on the 17th.. I haveta ponteng class to go though,.. not a problem for me but I am already feeling guilty. But but , I &lt;em&gt;NEED&lt;/em&gt; to go Korea .. cuz everyone at home is goin and I  really don't wanna stay home ALONE for my 20th b'day. &lt;em&gt;No NO&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;never never&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;NEVER!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; well... backtrack to mid september.. ermm. very late updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debbie's b'day (22nd september) at Halo Cafe in piramid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/dudes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/dudes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/carmen.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/carmen.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/carmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23rd SEPTEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Went for my &lt;strong&gt;nephew vincent's &lt;/strong&gt;b'day party. Happy very belated b'day again. Ok.. I am already an auntie...old dy haveta admit that, I'm gonna turn 20 soon. Anyways, babies sure grow fast.. that was his 1st b'day. Urghh did'nt take any pics.. soo can't show u guyz his cute toothless smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th september&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy very belated b'day &lt;strong&gt;sheryn&lt;/strong&gt;. All da best in ur PMR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30th september&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Early celebration for couzie &lt;strong&gt;Kenny's 21st&lt;/strong&gt; b'day which by right should be on 2nd Oct. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The cake says it all... Happy 21st burfday..that also means the beginning of adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/b"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/b%27day%20dude%20and%20everone.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;B'day dude wif hot mamas..muahhaha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/due%20soon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/due%20soon.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Due in november...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/harry.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Harry stuck behind bars.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Light those candles dad michael .. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/bbq%20las.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/bbq%20las.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Start the fire... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/bbq%20yum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/bbq%20yum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bbq... hotdogs and ribs *yummy*.. Alv the chef.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;FOOD~~~*slurps* READY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/eat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/eat.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ATTACK!!! start the feast... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/charles%20hotdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/charles%20hotdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charles got spoonfed... or rather forkfed (is there such word???) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/bradas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/bradas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brothers... yaking away after dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/aun%20D%20and%20Char.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/aun%20D%20and%20Char.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aunt daphne (b'day dudes mummy) and charles.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/aun%20D%20and%20Char.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/on%20da%20hp.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/on%20da%20hp.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On a long distance call from AUS.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/on%20da%20hp.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/on%20da%20hp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/me%20and%20charles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/me%20and%20charles.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Charles and me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/me%20and%20sher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/me%20and%20sher.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sheryn and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update more on October soon... i'm sooo lagging with this blogging thang..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-116094559230500988?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/116094559230500988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=116094559230500988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/116094559230500988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/116094559230500988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2006/10/uni-life-and-backtrack-to-mid.html' title='Uni life... and backtrack to mid september.'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-116094554436853505</id><published>2006-10-15T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:33:24.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell at Shawn's place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 7th september&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a very very late posting but anyhow, better late than never. So what happened on 7th september?Wellz, we gathered at shawn's place in Mont Kiara for a farewell party for audrey, li shian and sze leen. Who are the we~~s..? the three ppl we farewelled + shawn of cuz duhh it's his house , lay teng, nini, ronald, rondy and me. As usual I was stuck in K.l, and jammed all the way to audrey's place to follow her to shawn's, but both of us ended up takin the LRT instead, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;traffic + rain= we'll never get there in time in our cars.&lt;/span&gt;. Can u imagine, gettin on the LRT with fruits and a big tupperware of mee hoon. Arghh that's what we were carrying.. audrey with dew melon and bananas, me with a big tupperware of mee hoon. Summo it was round 6 in da evening , soo happens to be the time for ppl rushin back to home sweet home. Lrt was packed with loads of ppl + Us with our fruits and mee hoon. Just Great and perfect. Stopped at K.l central, shawn agreed to pick us to his house. Squeezed out of the train with our stuff, walked to da K.l central entrance with our stuff, waited at the bus stop and finally shawn arrived... and off we jammed to his house. Reached around 6.30 , waited for rondy and began the feast haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Food~~~ so who brought what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/jelly%20and%20fruits.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/jelly%20and%20fruits.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lay Teng.... jelly and puddings and Audrey... fruits&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nini.... sambal prawns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/pork%20fillet.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/pork%20fillet.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; Rondy....fried fillet pork and orea shake&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/mee%20hoon%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me....Mee hoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sze leen... dew melon sago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Li shian....rendang duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shawn.....pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ronald .....cake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After makan we decided to play a lil game , &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Truth or Dare&lt;/span&gt; waahahha. Can't go in da details ppl, what happened between da nine of us? zipp zipp I promised not to tell. Lots of Hot acts and dirty secrets revealed in da house though hahaha. We stopped around 11 and we all headed home, no clubbing.. straight HOME. We planned on having a pool party and goin clubbin earlier, but ended up with jus a casual gathering. Nevertheless, we had a blast staying in playing truth or dare. Grrr.. as for me, I haveta avoid goin home, cuz it was way pass my curfew, I will kena nag big time if i do. So, I ended up crashing at audrey's.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/LT%20,%20nini%20and%20me.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/LT%20%2C%20nini%20and%20me.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;lay teng, me and nini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/LS%20shy.edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/LS%20shy.edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Li shian... papparazi shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/ladies.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/ladies.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;All da ladies in da house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/them%20and%20guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/them%20and%20guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The 3 hot ladies with the guyz in da house+Lay teng's feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/stardust.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/stardust.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friendship StaRduSt..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-116094554436853505?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/116094554436853505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=116094554436853505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/116094554436853505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/116094554436853505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2006/10/farewell-at-shawns-place.html' title='Farewell at Shawn&apos;s place'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-116094300312814837</id><published>2006-10-15T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T13:10:03.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My farewell...</title><content type='html'>So long Tay and Associates. As I mentioned earlier, I stopped working on da 31st of august.. well, my ex-colleagues did throw me a farewell gathering the week before I end my job. Actually, they all jus need and excuse to get out to release the stress hahha joking.We all went to Redbox Kl plaza to sing our lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/DSC01041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/DSC01041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With Lai yee(left), and Liew (right) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With, miss un (left) and joyce(right)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With Mr. Chong Kar Woh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;With Rickey. Funny pic. He kept closing his eyes shot after shot, and when we finally manage to get one with his eyes open, this is the result hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joyce and Chong in their killer pose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lai yee and Chong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/18.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/18.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Adrian singing his heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/4.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Peace and smile always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/17.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/17.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sing to relieve stress. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last day at work.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Audit department. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Tax Department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Secretarial Department. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Accounting Department.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farewell Dinner..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/16.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/16.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Chong, Lai Yee and Liew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/15.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/15.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Lee, Adrian and Fai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx soooo much  for everything. This  job experience will not be half as interesting , if it were'nt for u guyz. Gonna miss y'all and those priceless moments we shared.. laughing and cracking on lame jokes everyday to get through the boring times. I'll always rmb y'all, keep in touch ;D. The best of luck in whatever you do. All the best in life. Cheers !!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-116094300312814837?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/116094300312814837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=116094300312814837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/116094300312814837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/116094300312814837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-farewell.html' title='My farewell...'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-116093513663796943</id><published>2006-10-15T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T13:44:51.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Peter's Visit on august</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I, left for Phuket .. Uncle Peter came back to visit us and malaysia. Well, it has been quite sometime since he last came to visit, I think roughly around ten years. After ten years, he has'nt change a bit.. has'nt age much.. Hey uncle u still look great hahhaa. Still da same you with that adorable english accent, ever so reserve, laid back, patient , slow and polite ahhaha . I still kenot figure out how he maintain his hakka slange there, after like mo then ten years of speaking pure english and not a word of hakka. Oooo!!! He's internet savvy unlike most ppl his age here, they don't even know how to startup a computer. I remember he was tryin to teach my granpa how to use the e-mail, forget it uncle hhaha. He gave a long lecture bout the internet to my granpa and he fell asleep.Well, I am glad he came to visit us all da way from london , but then again he was never around in my granma's house as he was always out to explore places. Fascinated by the malaysia today. He went off on his adventure around asia, shortly after I came back from phuket. Quite an adventurous person, he went to all da places alone, Singapore, Hong Kong and straight back to Penang, Cameron Highlands, then to Johor and finally back to my granma's house for a few days before heading home to London. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/3%20bro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/3%20bro.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brothers for life and reunited. wow!! check out the contrast hahhaha.. i think y'all can tell who's from half way across the world. Uncle peter and granpa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/3%20gran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/3%20gran.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandparents wit uncle peter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/2%20kennny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/2%20kennny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Daphne's family and Uncle Peter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/1%20jasonm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/1%20jasonm.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Uncle Jason's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Malaysia, still holds a lil space in his heart though he is an english man now. This trip did gave him some bitter sweet memories. During his stay, after his adventure , he came back without a PASSPORT and no money, think someone pickpocketed him. Big Big problem. He figured that out the night before his morning flight to London. So, first thing that morning, went off to get his passport done. Wow.. i haveta say the ppl working in da UK embassy is soo efficient, jus a few hours they aredi produce a new passport for my uncle. Unlike malaysia, if you lost a passport abroad some country, that's it aredi. When my uncle was about to leave the embassy, a dude  walked in with his lost passport.. too late he got a new one, but then it's a good thing also, shows that malaysia is not that corrupted. We still have nice, decent ppl around :D. One thing is for sure, I think Uncle Peter melted becuz of the weather here hahaha. Our whole family took him out to a nearby restaurant for a farewell dinner.. and he kept complaining non stop, despite the nice food. To him, no matter how good the food is, if there's no air-con around that's bad. He would rather choose to eat plain porridge in an air -con restaurant, than sit there wit fans blowing out hot air wit nice food served. Well, Uncle Peter.. this is MALAYSIA hahaha. We'll miss you, hope to see you sometime soon. Perhaps, a visit to London. ;D .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-116093513663796943?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/116093513663796943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=116093513663796943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/116093513663796943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/116093513663796943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2006/10/uncle-peters-visit-on-august.html' title='Uncle Peter&apos;s Visit on august'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-116021436505038089</id><published>2006-10-07T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T13:14:27.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuket Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, I did mention earlier that I would rant bout the 3 days 2 nights  phuket trip right? well here I am. This is gonna be a long posting cuz I am gonna rant all da details. I'm jus gonna post some pics up, the rest i'll upload it in my album. If u have the time go check them out. By the way guyz, Phuket rawks!!!! ... forget bout da tsunami incident. Phuket is just amazing now!!! Da beach is fantastic.. streets at night are jus brilliant. Basically, the place we visited, Patong beach is jus sooo vibrant. The hotel we stayed in, Coconut Village is just a few min walk away from the beach, and aso a few min away from those night shopping streets. Love the hotel , though is not like those grand hotels like Holiday Inns , but Coconut Village is da perfect place for a budgeted trip. Really nice place. The staff there are ever soo helpful.. good service indeed. So, anyone opting for a vacation to Patong beach and need a nice reasonable , not so costly place to crash at, Coconut Village is da perfect spot. Kudos, to audrey's excellent organizing.. the whole trip was just perfect!!! perfect!!! perfect!!!. The five of us (nini, shawn, ronald, audrey and me) really did have a BLAST...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1st day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at kl central.. then took the air asia bus to the airport. Check in, had lunch, went and shop around those duty free shops ( something embarassing happen to me there, not gonna mention here, go check ron's blog) and board sometime in da evening around 4. Have to say, air asia planes are soo much shakier than MAS. Bad bad bad experience... pity audrey, I was clinging to her the whole journey. Then, once we reach, checked in to the hotel and settled down , we walked to da beach to check out the price for jet skiing, and surfing. Wow, competition was steep there.. so to differentiate themselves, those ppl doin business there have weird names like Ding dong hahahha easier to remember. Then we went for dinner in a seafood restaurant. The tomyam was not that good but the curry was nice, the price was even better . :-D. I forgot the figure, but i rmb it's cheap lar . One thing bout thai tom yam, hrmphh the tom yam soup looks like the ordinary mee soup we have in m'sia. It's not red in colour and it taste a bit sweet but it's spicy of course. Still, I prefer the tomyam in m'sia. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our 1st meal in Patong beach, Phuket.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After dinner, we went to watch the Simon Cabaret. some ladyboy or rather ah gua show. After all, its what thailand is famous for ah guas, gosh those ladyboys really look hotter than most normal woman and that freaks me out. How can a guy undergo soo much transformation and turn out to be such a full blown hottie? Amazing. I haveta say the props and costumes for the show were incredible. Stage decoration was just magnificent scene after scene. Impressed 100%. Well, the highlight of the trip haveta be shawn's unforgettable incident there. He was attacked with boobies by the hottest lady boy in da house wahahahaha. His face was shoved into them . All of us were shocked, after the show we were like did that just happened to shawn?, how lucky. I mean c'mon of all the of ppl there, he got picked, summo we all sat in da middle. Who would have thought the ladyboy would take the trouble to squeeze through and attack him. I think shawn was traumatized by that incident hahhaha. Ok ahem drop it. Actually that one hour of show was quite an experience, though I must say for me I felt that one hour was a bit too long.. felt a bit sick in da middle. After the show, all of the ladyboys went out to take pics with ppl. You haveta tip'em for every pic taken wit them, and some of them were darn rude.That time it really hit me that, gosh they hafta do this every night for a living. What can I say? Tough life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before the show starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the show....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/simon%20cabaret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/simon%20cabaret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The settings and costumes were magnificent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/simon%20cabaret%20TT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/simon%20cabaret%20TT.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lady boys.. the stars of the show. The furthest on the left , Tina Turner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This one look like cher.. wahhaha. Those 2 real guys beside, have really hot bods. Hard to picture, the ladyboy in da middle , was once like them. FREAKY &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;curtains down... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Da 5 of us wit the "hottest" ladyboy in da house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After the show, we went straight back to the hotel. I was tired that day.. but I did'nt really slept well that night, maybe is becuz of the bed . Woke up darn early in da morning.. we planned to wake up at 8... but audrey, nini and me woke up at 7 and we taught it was 8 cuz we haven adjusted our time to da time difference. It's 1 hour slower in thailand. So what did we do so early in da morning? Of course, draw back the curtains and sleep again but ended up pillow talking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After breakfast.. we took a "tuk-tuk" ( it's some minitruck wit seats installed at the back ) to Kata Beach, cuz apparently we heard, Kata beach is mo nicer. We reached there around 9a.m if i am not mistaken, the beach was quite deserted and the waves were darn small. We were a bit dissapointed, the ppl operating their business there suggested that... we cannot surf with waves like that. So, we strolled along that beautiful beach for quite a while and luckily the waves started gettin better. Immediately, we went to get ourselves surfboards and 2 instructors to coach us. The instructors picked a suitable board for each of us. The weight and size of the boards varies , depends on da weight of a person. Then they made sure , we know those 5 steps well enuf before practising in da water, I still remember those steps now haha. When everybody was ready.. we headed down to da water in pairs takin turns, as there was ony 2 instructor wit us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have no idea, learning surfing was that tough.. those surfers made it look so easy and effortless to stand on the board. My gosh.. is kinda frustrating cuz we need to push the board against the waves all the way till we get to a distance from the beach, and then wait for the right time to get on the board and surf back. Surfin back ony takes like 30 sec or less.. while gettin da surfboard out was really a problem becuz of the waves, plus it's darn heavy. I had a tough time gettin up on da board.After tryin like 7 to 8 times, I ony managed to stand once for like 3 secs and crashed into da water. WOO~~ but those 3 secs was just amazing. I know now y ppl get addicted to surfing.. wooohhhh the feeling of standing tall on da board with the waves takin u towards the shore is just wow. I can't describe, u haveta try it urself . U haveta try surfing at least once in ur life. It's exhausting at the beginning but I'm sure once u master the standing.. u will njoy it. Hard work that's all it takes hahhaa. Though the whole surfing class was over... we rented 2 boards to practice ourselves, see never give up, but then I ony went out once after that.. and I experienced the worse fall ever, crashed darn hard into the water. After that fall.. I really had no mo strength to go on, got a few bruises here and there. God, knows how much sea water went in through my mouth and nose *oouchh*. When we were all done wit surfing.. we went on to freshen up and then had our luch in a nearby restaurant . I miss that coconut shake, soooo much now arghhh. After lunch, we went back to the hotel.. to zzzz. We were all burnt out. OOoops , I realize we din take any pics by the beach... but then again is risky to bring those cams there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Everyone got ready around 6 and we went out for dinner in a small restaurant in da streets of Patong , ordered tomyam, and drawed a conclusion that malaysia's tomyam is way better. Tried 3 times at 3 different places and yet same colour and the taste mo or less the same. After makan, we went SHOPPING around the streets, they ony close down around midnight and that's when we stopped shopping. Our legs were darn tired , mine was literally one the verge of breaking.. Half way back to the hotel, we stopped by a juice parlour to REVIVE ourselves. Then continued walking back , and that's the end of day 2. Slept like a pig that night.. cuz I really K.O aredi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Streets of patong at night. Really happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/three%20of%20us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/three%20of%20us.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were actually walking along a street full of pubs. There were soo many pubs along that street, and they also have boxing rings in some places. Live boxing show. Muay thai anyone? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revive juice commercialized by:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/17.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/17.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;audrey /shandy with her megawalt smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/20.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/20.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nini in her natural yet adorable pose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/19.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/19.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me/ ah lung and audrey. Ok I know what this looks like. we're NOT hahhaha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/18.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/18.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shawn /apeman in his dashing pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/16.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/16.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ronald KAM with his burning hot face and killer pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3rd Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Da last day of trip.. wohh time flies. To be honest 3 days is just not enuf, for the shopping. Speaking of shoppin there, you must really bargain bargain bargain... talk your way out for discounts ppl. I haveta admit, I am not good at that at all, sad. One thing, you must remember if you ever go there.. make sure you be polite when you're bargaining and do the thai hand gretting thingy, even when you're not buying any stuff after da whole bargaining process. They like that.. its a way of saying thanx. Manners.. alwiz be polite. Ok.. back to da trip. Well, after our breakfast, we went off to look around for massage parlours and we came across one, called Winnie. Can u imagine that? there was a signboard 'Winnie" hanging above the street . I din even notice that, till audrey pointed that out and we decided to get a traditional thai massage there. I taught some thai massage would be somewhat relaxing as my body was soo worn out after surfing and 2 days of shopping. That's the reason we scheduled to get some massage at the end of our trip. My gawd.. it was not relaxing at all, darn painful , maybe it's becuz of the bruises and my muscles were aching after the whole surfing experience. But, I think the guyz had a great experience there though. Masseuse (LADIES) ;-D . ohhhhh!!! . I guess KAM got aroused and shouted "not there, not there" and one of the masseuse was TRYIN to arouse apeman but maybe she herself got aroused ." MAn!! man!! man", thats what she whispered out. wakakka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After massage.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After massage, we went to shop again.. then rushed back to da hotel to pack up and leave . We got to the airport on time though.. not to mention our flight was delayed. Air asia , never on time!!!! . Touchdown around 6.30 pm, said our goodbyes and head home respectively. ahh What a TRip!!! I'm missing phuket already. The beach, the surfing, the coconut shake, miss everything. I still feel phuket has a lot more to offer.. just that 3 days is just too short. No worries, there's alwiz another chance. Till then.. I'll buzz off now, been ranting like an old woman here. Ok adios ppl ;D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-116021436505038089?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/116021436505038089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=116021436505038089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/116021436505038089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/116021436505038089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2006/10/phuket-trip.html' title='Phuket Trip'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-115952830798340230</id><published>2006-09-29T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:43:32.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Norman and Jo wedding</title><content type='html'>Before I start ranting.. hehe CONGRATS to Mr and Mrs Kum the newlyweds. Thanks for inviting us all to your wedding. It was amazing.Arghh, this is what I want my wedding to be like. Ok.. as I mentioned in my earlier posting, the wedding was held in KL hilton on da 15th of July. The same day avril lavigne got married, what a coincidence hahahhaa. My gosh.. hafta tell you, the event manager is such a genius, brilliant idea.. excellent organizing. The wedding was westernized with the whole walking down the aisle thingy.. and yet it still showed some chinese tradition. We did the whole YUMMMM SENGGG thing. I am soo relieved that the MC was'nt some woman, chinese ppl normally hire to assist the whole event. I really can't tahan those women, cuz they sound darn annoying everytime I attend those chinese wedding. This time around, the MC is a MAN, and he was darn farny. He came out with various ideas to prank the newlyweds. Yeah, he made them do some pretty bad stuff hehehe, like gettin da bride to stuff a tennis ball in da grooms trousers and move it from one leg all the way trough the CENTER to the other. Phewit.. hahha she grabbed the right ball though, never missed. :-D Nyways.. here are some classic moments and check out the setting.. AWESOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/behind%20the%20scenes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/behind%20the%20scenes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Behind the scene. Buzy preparing for the wedding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/setts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/setts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; The stage setting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/DSC00898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/DSC00898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The ballroom, manage to take part of it ony. Love those candles and the pink and purple decoration was just amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The gifts for the guests on each sitting. HEHE curious to know what is inside? Wellz, the cute lil tin contains some heart shaped white chocz , while the nicely wrapped present contains a cute lil teddy bear holding a " thank you for coming "note. So nice!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/altar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/altar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The altar..where the newlyweds exchanged their vows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/ladies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;First pic of the evening goes to da ladies. or err women. ( me, granny, aunt, mum, couzies: sanice and sheryn) . Those 3 women can pose better than us the youngsters. wahhahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/p%20outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/p%20outside.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My couzies. These are the cool ppl who I spent my childhood days with, wrecking my granny's house. COUZIE: sheryn, charles, alvin, sanice, eddie and kenny.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Lung family...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/grands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/grands.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Moody king + nagging queen = my grandparents. hehehe grandparents with uncle jason and couzies: celine and nicky . The Loh family.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/poke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/poke.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;POKE the pig.. oopss that's her nick anyway. :-P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/close%20ur%20eyes.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/close%20ur%20eyes.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Open your eyes pretty boy. My couzie harry.. handsome max, but not in this pic.. cuz he merajuk like a baby. StOp bein a baby dude. wakakkaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/nose%20digger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/nose%20digger.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Alv the Gold digga.... *yucks*. Hey, look who's smilling now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/ma%20and%20ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/ma%20and%20ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eddie and me...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/vain%20couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/vain%20couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Miss. Sanice lee and Mr. Charles loh.... muahahha *wink*. They look like a perfect couple.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/doris%20and%20harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/doris%20and%20harry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thumbelina ( doris) and Price Charming (Harry). *wink*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;His 1st dance with a gal... but did'nt get her number.. wasted!!!! he's shy to da max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This 2 bachelors, single and ready to go. That's the lead singer of the live band performing that night. Her voice is soo wow!!. tsk tskGo easy larr, guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hhehee recognize the dude in da middle? He advertises for digi, I mean he is in da digi ad . Everyone was takin photos wif him. So, me and my couzie had to get a shot as well. He's hot!!! *wink*. Y is he here? wellz, he used to be da groom's classmate in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok.. enough of pics with ppl pullin of nice poses and smiles.. hafta put up some candid shots. Here are some really, farny or rather disgusting ones hehhee.. love them. ngek ngek ngek. PPl in da pics .. don't kill me when u find out bout this. hahhhaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ERGHHHHH!!!!! sher, piggy san and charlez-b.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ERMPHHHH!!!! check out Alv's face.. looks like he was havin a constipation or something. ehhehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.. da both of them were actually trying to wistle, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Since I put everyone's worse candid shot in... it's not gonna be fair if I skipped mine. They would kill me if I put every other and skipped this one. hahha laugh all u want. Blek!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAHHAAHHA!!! ALV's face looks like a bloatfish here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/24.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/24.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wake Up!!!! sheryn.. your bro is already posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No weird looks for this pic hehehee. Me, harry and sheryn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wellz, there are summo lotzz of candid shots hehhe.. but I jus can't put up everything here. Those I have posted are the classic ones. Back to some nice shots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;seriousness da 7 of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/28.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/28.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;da 7 vain posers.. wakkakaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;With mum and the newlyweds, Norman and Jo Kum .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;With aunt alicia, san, ed, grandma and mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My favourite shot of the evening.... goes to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE ORIGINAL PIECE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/32.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       THE POTRAIT/ MASTERPIECE &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;                                                      Potrait courtesy of charles loh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wellz.. that's all bout the wedding ppl. This is what I call a lavish party, da price tag to pull off such a major event hehehe u guess? . woohoo~~ this is something that I want.. or my wedding must be better. pity da dude who marry me muahahhaha, gonna burn a BIG hole in his pocket. *wink* for now I'm signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-115952830798340230?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/115952830798340230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=115952830798340230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/115952830798340230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/115952830798340230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2006/09/norman-and-jo-wedding.html' title='The Norman and Jo wedding'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-115934934217286069</id><published>2006-09-27T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T12:04:47.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singapore, last visited since my primary school days. This place is kinda like the asia version of melbourne to me. Wow!! haveta admit singaporeans really know how to maintain de enviroment. Everywhere u go it's soo clean and the buildings look soo new though it's darn old, unlike m'sia they repaint them. A bit weird, singapore looks artificial to me. I don't know maybe it's jus me.. cuz maybe I am soo used to livin in the malaysia enviroment.. singapore looks too perfect to me. Well, malaysia really has a long way to go when it comes to cleanliness and manners. Tsk tsk tsk.. malaysians were voted amongst the top 3 in da world when it comes to bad manners. If u have been watchin the t.v in malaysia, u will realize nowadays there are ads reminding us to mind our manners. SAD!!! ok back to my s'pore trip. Well as i said in my earlier posting .. it's jus a family and friends get together. It was a 3days 2 night trip.. went sometime on june forgot da date. Ok here r sum details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First up, is da Night safari outing. It was a real cool place.. but we were all a bit dissapointed cuz too dark to see the animals.. the lightings were terrible. Then again it's a nice place to hang out, my Ben&amp;Jerry's ice-cream addiction started here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/night%20safari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/night%20safari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went to visit Night Safari after our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/night%20safari%201%20line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/night%20safari%201%20line.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle james and family, me, my bro and sis (da blue shirt gal) waiting for our ride. Whose pair of hands behind?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/NS%20train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/NS%20train.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/NS%20train.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our ride around the night safari... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next day, we went to visit china town, the heritage centre, the how par villa, sentosa island and the underwater world. We made full use of the day. Mum and I wanted to go orchard road to shop but then we had no time. ERghhh summo that time was Singapore sales. I kenot believe my 3 days 2 night stay in Singapore.. I did'nt even go orchard road to SHOP. What a waste.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/heritage%20cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/heritage%20cam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out this ancient camera.... came across it in da heritage centre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/heritage%20real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/heritage%20real.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/heritage%20real.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything in the heritage centre look sooo darn real.. though its artificial.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/how%20par.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/how%20par.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family and me.... love'em loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/clener%20me.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/clener%20me.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In da underwater world tunnel.. there's somebody cleaning the tank.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Saw something that fascinated me there.... shark eggs .. letmme bring u upclose.hahhaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shark eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/sharks%20egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/sharks%20egg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/newly%20laid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/newly%20laid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/sharks%201-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/sharks%201-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/shar%203-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/shar%203-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/shar%205-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/shar%205-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/shark%207-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/shark%207-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/sharks%20last.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/sharks%20last.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After 9 weeks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok that's all bout shark eggs... hafta stop this Discovery show. Let's move on to da scenery in sentosa island. This pic is really beautiful.. was on my way up da escalator to visit the merlion ,when I saw this.. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/Super%20nice%20flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/Super%20nice%20flowers.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So nice!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went into da BIG replica of MERLION ( its da singapore mascot) in the middle of sentosa island. mermaid+lion= merlion. How did they come up wif that name? This is the view taken from inside.. the merlion's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/trapped%20mouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/trapped%20mouth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/UW%20glow%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/UW%20glow%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I glow in da dark inside... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellz.. that's all for my second day in s'pore. On our 3rd and last day.. we packed and left early in da morning. Before we head home we made a detour to Jurong birdpark to go visit some birds and knowing that I will not come back to visit singapore anytime soon, I had to eat those Ben &amp; jerry ice- cream kau kau. Silly me, taught I will not find Ben &amp;amp; Jerry in malaysia.I tried almost every flavor there.. bought every flavor for those kidzz and I curi makan from them. Damm fattening .. I never had soo much ice cream in one day, ate 2 big scoops alone. Ice cream was lunch that day, basically. Then,when I came back I saw a few flavors of Ben &amp; jerry on the shelf of Cold Storage. What was I thinking? becuz of those ice cream I put on some weight when I came back. Silly me!!!! well to end this posting i'll throw in a few pics, courtesy of my mum. Let's start the Discovery show. wahhahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/U%20penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/U%20penguin.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Penguins can swim and float. DUH--- my sis does'nt know that fact . Apparently,she taught penguins fly, she was arguing with my bro non-stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/U%20penguin2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/U%20penguin2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's not in the artic.... this one is kinda lonely. They separated this one from the others, apparently it's a very rare species. I can't see the difference, it looks da same like every other to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/1600/U%20parrot.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/3805/320/U%20parrot.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My fav of all the birdies... da parrot. .. jus take a look at the colour of their feathers . What a beauty ehh. hehe they can be quite annoying when they learn to talk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok I hafta stop this Discovery nonsense. hahhhaa. Anyways that's all for this posting. I really had a great time in singapore, there is nothing better than spending sum quality time with wif my family. Hope I get to go on trips like this more often. Next stop for us .. Korea in October. Can't wait. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-115934934217286069?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/115934934217286069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=115934934217286069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/115934934217286069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/115934934217286069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2006/09/singapore-trip.html' title='Singapore Trip'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-115870206375638797</id><published>2006-09-19T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T11:49:59.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backtrack my LifE....</title><content type='html'>Wow!!! In a blink of an eye 4 months of summer break has come and gone. Classes gonna resume next week. Well, have to admit this summer break has been one heck of a rollercoaster ride.... so many ups and downs during this 4 months. Gonna rewind my LiFe a lil... hrmphh started hols with a big BANG.. letmme recall. WARNING:PPl This is gonna be a very very long posting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rite yeah, after the exams.. went out for da night with my UniM buddies to kick off summer break. It was crazy, first we had dinner at Kim Gary (Avenue K), then went for a movie, ahh I remember it was X-men. After that straight to ZOUK..and partied all da way. AWESOME!!!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next went to Singapore wif my family.. to meet up uncle james, billy and dallen and their family. It was jus a typical family outing..but it was nice though. (gonna dedicate one long posting for this later.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I started my first job on the 9th of June as an assistant auditor in Tay and Associates and I jus kenot believe I actually lasted 3 months with this job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15th July , was a pretty special day.. da whole family was all dressed up for the Norman &amp; Jo wedding in KL hilton. That's my dream wedding.. da whole wedding was darn perfect.(post da pics later..gonna dedicate another posting for this event)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then went off for the long awaited vacation wif my Uni buddies ( audrey, shawn,nini and ronald) to PHUKET on the 2nd of August. The whole trip was a BLAST!!! except the AirAsia experience.... the journey there and back was a tough one for me.. always hated flying. Rant bout this trip later. ;-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yea nearly forgot.. before I left for Phuket.. my very english uncle(Uncle Peter) came all da way from London to visit my family. It has been 10 years since he last came to Malaysia..so I am gonna dedicate a post to this also , will throw in a few pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My job ended on 31st August.. yes Independence day for me and Malaysia. Well, as much as I wanted to end this job cuz it's darn firggin dull, square and boring... I was very much stuck with the taught that I will never haveta step up to da brown door and punch my card ever again. No more travelling to a client's company to audit in a given time frame (stress)... :-( . That makes me a lil down. Though I haveta admit that I never liked this job , but I am actually very grateful of what I have gained from this experience.. at least now I have a rough idea of what an auditor's life might be like... and I am damm sure that's not gonna be the life I want. Grateful for meeting the ppl in da firm.. they really taught me a lot. Thanks for the advice and being so patient wif me guyzz, now I have a clearer picture of what my future would be like.. aww!! I miss them loads. For the past 3 months.. I have been to a number of companies to audit.. it was a darn good experience.. really as an auditor u have the chance to get to know some dirty lil secrets .. company politics can be very ugly. This is the only interesting part of this job. Though I really hated drivin and this job really needs me to get around wif my car.. it was terrible, last few weeks and even the last day of work I haveta get out of the office and travel all the way to some ulu place in ampang to audit. But hey!!! at least now with all the trips I made to companies everywhere, hhehe I know my way around K.l, cheras, kepong, and ampang better. It's not so bad after all. So, the verdict is, it's a boring job, but it's good experience.Gonna rant bout my farewell in another posting later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last of all... went for a series of farewell events to my pals that are all studying abroad now. First, on 7th Sept.. went to shawn's place for a farewell party .. a party thrown in honour of those three pretty ladies who are already in CHina now... missing them alredi sobz. Then on the day of their flight, 13th sept went for dim sum .. in da morning... It was quite an expensive meal cuz there were two summons to go wif that morning dim sum breakfast. We forgot to pay for parking. Afterwards ,I dropped by li ying's house to say my goodbye to her, cuz her flight to manchester was the same day as well. Then at night, went to KLIA to send li shian, sze leen, audrey off to China ..and also say goodbye to shi wen ( though her flight to manchester was on da 15th). Wow, 13 sept was truly an emo and tiring day...... filled with lots of GOOD BYES :-( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wellz that's basically my whole summer break story. Wish I could post every picture taken but it's just too much, so I am gonna jus post those classic ones . Anyways.. classes startin soon, but for now hehehee I am gettin glued to grey's anatomy , O.C, tree hill, just to name a few. THE T.V is my LiFe for now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S: All the best to those who are studying abroad now. Miss u lotzz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-115870206375638797?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/115870206375638797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=115870206375638797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/115870206375638797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/115870206375638797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2006/09/backtrack-my-life.html' title='Backtrack my LifE....'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34632547.post-115860447537855582</id><published>2006-09-18T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T01:09:12.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Rant :D Welcome to my LiFe ppl!!</title><content type='html'>Heyo ppl ... I finally got myself a bloggie. Oh yeah!!! From this day onwards, I am gonna rant and blabber everything bout my life here . To start off, I would like to fill you in with some 411 bout my blogging habits though i jus started this blogging thingy. Readers... :D , there will be no perfect english for my postings, way to lazy to check and edit. You will see lots of La---sss, lar--sss and lor--sss around :D hahhhaa. Also,I already know that i am gonna be a slacker when it comes to blogging, I would probably not update my blog everyday or every week :p . Yieks!! be patient larr k. However, I will try my best to update as often as possible, and promise to keep things simple and interesting. If my patience does'nt run out, I'll try me best to post lots of pics..although it takes me ages to post one cuz the internet connection here is really shitty ( it's really testing my patience) but, HEY!! , a picture says a thousands words right? ;D well that's all for now. Welcome to my world ppl!!! i'll cya around. ;D peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34632547-115860447537855582?l=winnie-lung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/feeds/115860447537855582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34632547&amp;postID=115860447537855582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/115860447537855582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34632547/posts/default/115860447537855582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winnie-lung.blogspot.com/2006/09/1st-rant-d-welcome-to-my-life-ppl.html' title='1st Rant :D Welcome to my LiFe ppl!!'/><author><name>Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432867908142581253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
