<?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-13298673</id><updated>2012-02-17T15:39:24.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilo's Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>725</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-3555635927200407619</id><published>2012-02-16T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T15:39:24.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>猜这首诗的名字？</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;一朝进红尘&lt;br /&gt;宿命早已定&lt;br /&gt;            结局如何了 (liao)&lt;br /&gt;皆看源起头&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;辗转入尘世&lt;br /&gt;幸存何其艰&lt;br /&gt;几经波折累&lt;br /&gt;身心逐粉碎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;九曲十八弯&lt;br /&gt;手足各自堪&lt;br /&gt;有者浮浮兮&lt;br /&gt;有者沉其底&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个哗啦&lt;br /&gt;一切皆空已&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以上，乃屎便也。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;解释：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一朝进红尘 - 一进到人的口中&lt;br /&gt;宿命早已定 - 结果已经注定&lt;br /&gt;结局如何了 - 结果是怎样(浮或沉）&lt;br /&gt;皆看源起头 - 皆看你是什么食物&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;辗转入尘世 - 从口进到胃&lt;br /&gt;幸存何其艰 - 很难再存在&lt;br /&gt;几经波折累 – 胃酸在消化你&lt;br /&gt;身心逐粉碎 - 渐渐的你就被融化了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;九曲十八弯 – 大肠小肠很多弯&lt;br /&gt;手足各自堪 – 大便大便各自忍受着&lt;br /&gt;有者浮浮兮 - 出来后有些会浮&lt;br /&gt;有者沉其底 - 有些沉在水底&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个哗啦 – 拉一下马桶&lt;br /&gt;一切皆空已 - 就什么都没有了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个诗，名“屎便”， 如果做成一首歌，应该给刘德华唱。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;因为他有“马桶”，也应该要有“屎便”。 哈哈哈。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-3555635927200407619?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3555635927200407619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=3555635927200407619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3555635927200407619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3555635927200407619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post_17.html' title='猜这首诗的名字？'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-4401657429850749225</id><published>2012-02-14T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T19:08:20.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>思念</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;送给远距离恋爱的朋友：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;思念&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;柳树微微摇屹&lt;br /&gt;柔硕月光下念你&lt;br /&gt;薄雾漫漫&lt;br /&gt;拟化你脸庞&lt;br /&gt;寒气弥漫而我心暖&lt;br /&gt;似是你轻叼草烟&lt;br /&gt;炽热眼神穿透我心间&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜渐深雾渐浓&lt;br /&gt;柳叶静思暖意风&lt;br /&gt;长夜漫漫&lt;br /&gt;寂静安抚我&lt;br /&gt;草香轻裹我念着你&lt;br /&gt;幻化成你的香气&lt;br /&gt;瞬间恰似轻躺你怀里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的夜 雾与否&lt;br /&gt;你的梦 可曾有&lt;br /&gt;如月般清澈的我的思念&lt;br /&gt;如日般透亮的我的暖意&lt;br /&gt;盼相见如早来春&lt;br /&gt;将我两心抱满怀&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-4401657429850749225?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4401657429850749225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=4401657429850749225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4401657429850749225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4401657429850749225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post_14.html' title='思念'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-3978881156093930031</id><published>2012-02-13T00:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T01:00:03.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>如果我死了 / If I die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;一位同事，入院几天，还以为不久后她就会出院。谁知道，竟然接到她过世了的消息。突然得难以置信。人生无常，真是要珍惜每一天。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在想，如果今天我死了，会有人想念我，怀念我吗？怀念我些什么呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我之前喜欢潜水，妈妈总是担心得不得了。我总是跟她说，生死有命。如果有一天我死得比她早，不要难过，死了是一种解脱。妈妈当然不能接受这种说法，总说“choy! Choy! Choy!”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对死亡害怕吗？我不知道。可是，总有点不舍。如果明天我死了，有遗憾吗？我想… 没有吧。爱过，痛过，苦过，开心过，做过我想做喜欢做的事，人生也不过这样了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前每次妈妈问可不可以少点去潜水（目前没潜了），太危险了，我就会说，如果我在做着自己喜欢的事时死了，那是值得高兴的。我总会接着说，如果我死了，把我火葬了，然后把我的骨灰撒进大海吧。（妈妈又说“choy! Choy! Choy!”）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我以前常常会梦见在空中飞，在海里和鲸鱼，海豚等等一起畅游… 真的，没骗你。梦见这些时，我就希望不醒了…… 以前常梦见这些，现在没有了，不知道为什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最爱梦见自己在飞了……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的，如果我死了，希望我的骨灰可以带着我的灵魂，四处翱翔吧……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;晨起晨落世俗间&lt;br /&gt;喜怒哀乐皆难免&lt;br /&gt;但求平静无愧心&lt;br /&gt;如明逝去亦无悔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague was admitted in hospital for a few days. We all thought we’d be seeing her back in action very soon. Who knows… we received the shocking news that she has passed away… It was really shocking… so unreal… Life is unpredictable, we should  treasure everyday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, would anybody be missing me if I die today? What about me would they be missing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love going diving. My mum of course would worried sick every time I go diving. I always told her, “Life is destined.” If I die before her, please don’t be sad. Death is a liberation. She of course would not accept such thinking, she always exclaimed something like “TOUCH WOOD!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I afraid of death? I don’t know. I guess I can’t bear to leave my family and friends. If I die tomorrow, do I have regrets? I think, probably not.  There in my life, was love, was pain, was suffering, was happiness, I did things that I love and wanted to do. I guess that is all what life is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum used to always ask me, can I go less diving (nowadays I no longer dive)? As it’s dangerous. I would always say, if I die doing the things I love, that is worth celebrating. I’d say, if I die, please cremate me, and scatter my ashes into the sea. (Mum exclaimed “touch wood” again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to always dream of me flying, swimming with whales and dolphins. Really, I am not bluffing. When having such dreams, I hoped I wouldn’t wake up. I used to always have such dreams, but not anymore, I don’t know why. I love most to dream of me flying…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, if I die, I hope my ashes would carry my soul, go anywhere I want to go…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-3978881156093930031?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3978881156093930031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=3978881156093930031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3978881156093930031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3978881156093930031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2012/02/if-i-die.html' title='如果我死了 / If I die'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-6087666052794791190</id><published>2012-02-09T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T11:21:51.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex-offender and key chain / 前罪犯与锁匙圈</title><content type='html'>Was out with Sh yesterday. While we’re having coffee, a man approached us, showing us the document that allegedly proves he’s an ex-offender and trying to earn a living by selling key chains, and asked us to help support him by buying the key chains. This is the second time we’re having coffee and being approached. I think Sh and I have kind faces … :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digressed. I am not sure whether what the guy said is true. I tend to believe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key chains are selling at S$10 a pair. It’s not very expensive but not exactly cheap either. We didn’t buy it. It’s not that I don’t want to help ex-offenders, I think we should help them. But the thing is, I have no use whatsoever of the key chain. Key chains are aplenty at most people’s homes, I believe. And as I said, S$10 is not exactly cheap. I can do a lot of things with S$10, it’s enough for my one day’s meals. It’s not reasonable to expect people who are not loaded, like me, would buy those key chains for S$10… I sincerely hope I can help the ex-offenders but to me, S$10 is not a small amount. Sometimes I have only $20-$30 in my wallet.. Furthermore I have no use of key chains. I think they really should look into the products they are selling. Say for example, mug cover, chopsticks, etc, these are small enough for them to carry around and it’s something that we can use. Then I think I will buy it from them. Key chains… I am really sorry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to say no to them, you know…… But I have to think of my pocket as well… Unless I earn a lot…but I don’t. The first one Sh and I encountered, was a very polite gentleman. Even when we kept rejecting him he was still very polite. He even said to us “You two are very beautiful ladies. You have a good day.” before he left…. The second one yesterday, gave us an angry face when I said no to him. Well, not exactly angry I guess, more of frustration maybe. I know it’s really not easy for them to sell those things on the streets… but I really think they should seriously look into what products they sell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天和Sh出去。在喝咖啡的时候，有个男人拿着证件说他是前罪犯，现在靠买锁匙圈为生，让我们帮帮忙，跟他买一个。这是第二次我和Sh喝咖啡的时候遇到这样的事。大概我和Sh有张善良 的脸... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;离题了。我不知道那个男人说的是不是真的，我想我是相信的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那些锁匙圈，一对卖 S$10. 不是很贵但也不算便宜。我们没买。不是我不愿意帮忙这些前罪犯，我认为我们是应该帮忙的。可是，锁匙圈对我实在没有用。每个人家里大概锁匙圈都太多了。再说，S$10 实在不能说是便宜。S$10 我可以做许多事了，S$10 我可以吃三餐呢。。。要像我这样不是很富裕的人花S$10 买对锁匙圈，不成道理。。。我是真心想帮他们，但是真的，S$10 对我来说并不小...有时钱包里只有 S$20-30…. 再说，锁匙圈对我真的是没用。我觉得他们应该探讨他们售卖的产品。比如说，杯盖，筷子什么的，够小，容易带在身上售卖， 而且是实用的东西。如果是这些，我会买的。锁匙圈...实在对不起...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要向他们说不，不是一件容易的事......可我也得考虑我的口袋…. 除非我赚得很多，可是我并不。 Sh 和我遇见的第一个售卖锁匙圈的前罪犯，是一个很有礼貌的人。我们一直拒绝购买他还是很有礼貌。走之前还对我们说，“你们两个很漂亮。祝你们愉快。”…. 昨天的那个，在我们拒绝后，扳了副生气的脸，掉头就走。 可能不是生气而是倍感受挫吧。我知道他们卖这些非常困难。。但是我希望他们真的可以彻底去探讨应该买些什么比较好...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-6087666052794791190?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6087666052794791190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=6087666052794791190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6087666052794791190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6087666052794791190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2012/02/ex-offender-and-key-chain.html' title='Ex-offender and key chain / 前罪犯与锁匙圈'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-1623433431121679719</id><published>2012-02-07T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T08:43:36.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱哭 / Cry Baby</title><content type='html'>我啊，年纪越大就越感性。人家都是年纪越大就越坚强越不哭，可我啊，恰恰相反。年轻点的时候已经很爱哭，现在更是…超容易哭的。不知道有没有人像我这样，年纪越大越容易掉眼泪。记得是前年吧（还是大前年），唱karaoke时，唱的是陈洁仪的天冷就回来，唱着唱着突然眼眶就湿了，唱不下去。也没有什么特别感触或伤感，只是那音律很伤感，眼眶湿得有点莫名其妙……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在只要是感性一点的人或事，我都会要哭…… 哪怕只是一个短片，一个广告，一张照片。看Connie Talbot 六岁的表演，唱得那么动听，我也是眼眶湿润……如果我是演员，现在演哭戏绝对没问题，甚至还有可能哭不停，导演喊cut 了大概还停不了…… 真可惜我不是演员。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想可能是感情路走得坎坷…… 也可能是因为父亲的病，觉得人生太痛苦…… 以前都快快乐乐，只顾自己玩乐。年纪大一点，看见可怜的人事和动物，会感叹自己帮不上忙，觉得很无奈，觉得人生是残酷的。我们一个人能帮的也就这么多，到处都有不幸，能怎么办？父亲生病，痛苦，我们爱莫能助，连带母亲也快乐不起来。能怎么办..？我和哥哥尽力做了能让他们开心的事，但是无奈于伤感还是会偶尔介入。能做的我和哥哥已经尽量做了，还能怎么办？写到这里又不由自主的掉眼泪了。。。唉。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nowadays, whenever there are people or things that moved me or it's a little sad, I will cry. Be it a short video, a commercial, even a photograph. Watching the 6 years old Connie Talbot sang with her angelic voice, my eyes were wet too.　If I were an actress, there will not be any problem whatsoever playing cry scenes, I probably wouldn’t be able to stop even, when the director call it a cut. Too bad I am not an actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I get, the more sentimental I’ve become. Most people get tougher and less likely to cry as they grow older. But me, I’m just the opposite. When I was younger I was already a person who cries easily, it’s even worse now. I wonder if there’re people like me, the older it gets, the easier it is to shed tears. About 2 or 3 years ago, I was singing karaoke, a melancholy song, suddenly I just couldn’t continue singing, my eyes were wet. There’s not a specific reason for shedding tears, it’s just that the melody is sad. It’s a little peculiar that I just suddenly felt sad and shed tears like that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because of the bumpy rides in love… perhaps because of my dad’s sickness, I feel that life is painful…… I used to only care about myself, only care about what makes me happy. As I grow up, when I see unfortunate things that I can’t help, I’ll feel sad and helpless. I feel life is helpless, life is cruel. We as a person, can only help that much… but unfortunates are everywhere, what do we do? My dad’s sick and he’s suffering, there’s only so much we can help, my mum has grown unhappy too. What do we do? We tried to do things that make them happy. But there are still times that.. sadness comes creeping in. My brother and I have done whatever we could, what else do we do? Here and now, I shed tears again uncontrollably… Sigh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-1623433431121679719?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1623433431121679719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=1623433431121679719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/1623433431121679719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/1623433431121679719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2012/02/cry-baby.html' title='爱哭 / Cry Baby'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-8484450285417482814</id><published>2012-02-06T14:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:23:13.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>单身 / Single</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;每年过年都要重复同样的话（赶快找个男朋友），同样的动作（礼貌的向他们笑一下）。 有男朋友的就被问什么时候要结婚，结了婚的就什么时候要生孩子。听了当然很烦，但有时候想想，大家也只是找些事聊聊。不常见面的亲戚除了这些，还要聊什么? 有时候见到有了男女朋友很久的朋友，我也会不由自主的想问“什么时候结婚啊？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Every Chinese New Year, the same talks (quickly find a boyfriend), same action (politely nod and smile) are being repeated. If you have a boyfriend, you’ll be asked when are you getting married, if you are married you’ll be asked when are you having a baby. It’s not something that we’d like to hear. But sometimes, I thought, they were just trying to start a conversation. Some relatives don’t meet often, what could we chat about besides these? Sometimes when I see a friend who has got a boyfriend/girlfriend, I tend to want to ask the same question “When are you getting married?” too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还是单身就还是单身。 单身最可怜的不是还是单身，而是要回答很多没有答案的问题。 为什么还单身？ 为什么不找个男朋友？你不知道你父母担心吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Being single is just that, single. The worst thing about being a single is not that you are still single, but having to answer questions that have no answers. Why are you still single? Why aren’t you looking for a boyfriend? Don’t you know your parents worried about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你认为有答案吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Do you think there’s an answer to those questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;找到了你的另一伴， 恭喜你。 可是不是每个人都可以找到另一伴的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If you’ve found your other half, congratulations. But not everyone will find their other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的生命中，也曾经深爱过，曾经伤痛过，曾经，变成了过去。那一段不能说的痛，那一段几乎崩溃的日子，独自承受的日子。。。我以为，就这样了。。。终于, 有一天，放下了。决定放下后，意外的容易。。。现在回想起，只觉得自己很傻。轰轰烈烈的爱情里，甜蜜的，痛苦的，让它们随时间淡去。那些挥之不去的，把它们都深锁在内心深处，不去触碰。我做得很好，把它们都锁得很好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In my life, I had been deeply in love, I had been deeply hurt, it’s all history now. The unspeakable pain, the days I almost fell apart, the days I suffered and cried alone.. I thought, that was it, that was my life… Eventually, one day, I let it go. It was surprisingly easy once I decided to let it go. I feel silly remembering the time. The sweet memories, the painful memories, will fade away as time goes by. Those that persist, I will lock them deep in my heart, and keep it away. I’ve done a very good job, I’ve locked them well away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;庆幸着，没有眷恋。 也庆幸，那些痛，终于过去了。 我的心已经有了裂痕。 我把它补得很好，可是疤痕还是在的。我并不会拒绝感情的来临，但是要去主动寻找，实在不容易，也没什么剩余的力气去做了。 要重新认识一个人，是很累的。一段感情，总会吵架的，那也是很累的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I feel fortunate,  that I didn’t look back. And I feel fortunate that those pains are now in the past.  There’s a crack in my heart, I’ve mended it well, but a scar is inevitable. If there comes love, I will not close the door to my heart. But if you’re asking me to actively go look for love, that’s something not easy for me to do now. I have not left with much strength to do so. It’s tiring, getting to know a complete stranger. There will certainly be fights in any relationship, and it’s tiring as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有谁是真真正正选择单身？那些说是的，大概只是在欺骗自己。 谁不想有一个人陪着？ 单身不是我的选择，但是没有另一伴，不代表就不能好好的活， 不代表就不能活得很充实，不代表就不能活得很快乐。快乐是自己找的，自己给的。快乐也不是只能从男女朋友身上找来的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Is there anybody voluntarily choose to be single? If someone say yes, he/she is probably lying to himself/herself. Who wouldn’t want to have someone to spend your life with? Being single is not my choice, but not having the other half, doesn’t mean I can’t live well, doesn’t mean I can’t live life to the fullest, doesn’t mean I can’t be happy. Happiness is something you have to find it yourself, something you give it to yourself. And happiness doesn't only come from a boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道自己老大不小了，但是没有就没有，难道就要我去抛绣球招亲？我不愿意逼自己去参加社交活动，我知道那没什么，但是我就是不喜欢。如果我很紧张自己后半辈子会寂寞，我会去的。可是我觉得现在这样也没什么不好啊。为什么就不能尊重我的这种生活？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I know I am not young anymore, but I don’t have a boyfriend means I don’t have a boyfriend, don’t tell me I have to choose a husband from a group of men by throwing an embroidered ball to them, like in the ancient time? I don’t want to force myself to join social events, I know it’s nothing and common but I just don’t like it. If I am anxious and worry that I’ll be lonely for the rest of my life, I will do so. But I feel that it’s not such a bad thing being the way I am now. Why can’t people just respect my life and stop nagging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生不能少的，是亲情和友情。 没有爱情，还是可以活得很好，很开心的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The things that one can’t live without in life, are love from your family and friendship. One will be able to live well and happy, even when not having love from the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-8484450285417482814?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8484450285417482814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=8484450285417482814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8484450285417482814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8484450285417482814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2012/02/single.html' title='单身 / Single'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-1222018508210586673</id><published>2011-05-03T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:46:17.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Osama dead</title><content type='html'>Osama has finally been killed. Justice!! But the war against terrorist does not end here of course. And people need to be alert in case they retaliate with more attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think back the 911 attack, I still would have tears in my eyes. This morning I was listening to BBC radio. They played witnesses' cries at the scene... It was terrifying to hear, even after so long... And I had tears in my eyes hearing those....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a sad sad world... And earth would be better without human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-1222018508210586673?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1222018508210586673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=1222018508210586673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/1222018508210586673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/1222018508210586673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2011/05/osama-dead.html' title='Osama dead'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-1672571640317488280</id><published>2010-11-20T18:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T19:22:38.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teambuilding</title><content type='html'>We Sales &amp;amp; Marketing dept had a teambuilding session with Technology Dept. First time for me~ We had more girls than guys, 2 other guys came later. The dark green shirt is our intern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOetpFYUQII/AAAAAAAAEHM/ApC5OKLct84/s1600/teambldg03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541588787833094274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOetpFYUQII/AAAAAAAAEHM/ApC5OKLct84/s320/teambldg03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles, the "teddy bear" of Infineum. LOL. He is a very very funny and comical guy. Here he watches as the ball rolls into the goal instead of stopping it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOetofVzCXI/AAAAAAAAEHE/xpxRxOGxRNw/s1600/teambldg02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541588777621981554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOetofVzCXI/AAAAAAAAEHE/xpxRxOGxRNw/s320/teambldg02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg and my colleague's leg : one white one so brown! So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOetoKu860I/AAAAAAAAEG8/TAbIgc33zGA/s1600/teambldg01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541588772090342210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOetoKu860I/AAAAAAAAEG8/TAbIgc33zGA/s320/teambldg01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed until my stomachache. It was so funny with all the pushing and grabbing, there became no rules already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOesgc-UWyI/AAAAAAAAEG0/pdaHbxv9Tzc/s1600/teambldg08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541587540036049698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOesgc-UWyI/AAAAAAAAEG0/pdaHbxv9Tzc/s320/teambldg08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See all the grabbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOesgCIBJSI/AAAAAAAAEGs/6BcKvHdWyag/s1600/teambldg07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541587532828976418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOesgCIBJSI/AAAAAAAAEGs/6BcKvHdWyag/s320/teambldg07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pushing! I didn't know I can play so rough too! So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOesf8EAd0I/AAAAAAAAEGk/teT8s_vjMuc/s1600/teambldg06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541587531201541954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOesf8EAd0I/AAAAAAAAEGk/teT8s_vjMuc/s320/teambldg06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles playing funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOese8r2GnI/AAAAAAAAEGc/9F9RVYI8ZWE/s1600/teambldg05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541587514188765810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOese8r2GnI/AAAAAAAAEGc/9F9RVYI8ZWE/s320/teambldg05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time I ever played soccer. It's quite fun! The next day we were aching like crazy..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOeseocqFpI/AAAAAAAAEGU/Os6d0lvyOKs/s1600/teambldg04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541587508756354706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOeseocqFpI/AAAAAAAAEGU/Os6d0lvyOKs/s320/teambldg04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOeqnIOoz2I/AAAAAAAAEFs/Qyqs6481D2o/s1600/teambldg09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541585455703183202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOeqnIOoz2I/AAAAAAAAEFs/Qyqs6481D2o/s320/teambldg09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the scracth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOeqn86k8LI/AAAAAAAAEGE/s1i-SjBrOlk/s1600/teambldg12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541585469846122674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOeqn86k8LI/AAAAAAAAEGE/s1i-SjBrOlk/s320/teambldg12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the blueblack (bruises)!! LOL..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOeqnqqA3PI/AAAAAAAAEF8/aBWg03C2Onk/s1600/teambldg11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541585464944811250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOeqnqqA3PI/AAAAAAAAEF8/aBWg03C2Onk/s320/teambldg11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoes that played football with me for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOeqnT8Pc1I/AAAAAAAAEF0/ijg5K3V99w4/s1600/teambldg10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541585458847249234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOeqnT8Pc1I/AAAAAAAAEF0/ijg5K3V99w4/s320/teambldg10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went karaoke. Me and teddy bear Charles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOeqoBamnsI/AAAAAAAAEGM/kzKQUs6uMNM/s1600/teambldg13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541585471054192322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOeqoBamnsI/AAAAAAAAEGM/kzKQUs6uMNM/s320/teambldg13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues and an intern on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOeploit4qI/AAAAAAAAEFk/suy0DyT-jPc/s1600/teambldg18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541584330505970338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOeploit4qI/AAAAAAAAEFk/suy0DyT-jPc/s320/teambldg18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOeplmMAW-I/AAAAAAAAEFc/DDRW5aRv7F0/s1600/teambldg17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541584329873841122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOeplmMAW-I/AAAAAAAAEFc/DDRW5aRv7F0/s320/teambldg17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOepkqW2tnI/AAAAAAAAEFU/ib9OSCfVQZE/s1600/teambldg16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541584313813218930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOepkqW2tnI/AAAAAAAAEFU/ib9OSCfVQZE/s320/teambldg16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOepknU4mlI/AAAAAAAAEFM/oteS1itOxuo/s1600/teambldg15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541584312999647826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOepknU4mlI/AAAAAAAAEFM/oteS1itOxuo/s320/teambldg15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my colleague Cynthia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOepkRrpsKI/AAAAAAAAEFE/kbiMrOHcJ1Q/s1600/teambldg14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541584307189559458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOepkRrpsKI/AAAAAAAAEFE/kbiMrOHcJ1Q/s320/teambldg14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was soooooo much fun today. Hope we always have teambuilding. hahahahah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-1672571640317488280?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1672571640317488280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=1672571640317488280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/1672571640317488280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/1672571640317488280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/11/teambuilding.html' title='Teambuilding'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TOetpFYUQII/AAAAAAAAEHM/ApC5OKLct84/s72-c/teambldg03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-8666196826071675015</id><published>2010-11-14T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:52:10.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do African people have longer limbs?</title><content type='html'>W.O.W. I have always wondered, why do African people have longer arms and legs. I typed the question in google and voila. There is a scientific explanation for it : Allen's rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allen%27s_rule" target="_blank"&gt;Allen's rule&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature never failed to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cold climates, the greater the exposed surface area, the greater the loss of heat and therefore energy. Animals in cold climates need to conserve as much energy as possible. A low &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surface_area_to_volume_ratio" title="Surface area to volume ratio" class="mw-redirect"&gt;surface area to volume ratio&lt;/a&gt; helps to conserve heat.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In warm climates, the opposite is true. An animal will overheat quickly if it has a low surface area to volume ratio. Therefore, animals in warm climates will have high surface area to volume ratios so as to help them lose heat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In a nutshell, it simply means there is a ratio between body surface to body mass. For example, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fur_people" title="Fur people"&gt;Fur&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tutsi" title="Tutsi"&gt;Tutsi&lt;/a&gt; people of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Africa" title="Africa"&gt;Africa&lt;/a&gt; release body heat more readily because their ratio is high. However, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eskimo" title="Eskimo"&gt;Eskimos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inuit" title="Inuit"&gt;Inuit&lt;/a&gt; have a lower ratio and therefore retain body heat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inuit" title="Inuit"&gt;Inuit&lt;/a&gt; people live and hunt within the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arctic_Circle" title="Arctic Circle"&gt;Arctic Circle&lt;/a&gt;. The sub-zero temperatures encountered in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arctic" title="Arctic"&gt;Arctic&lt;/a&gt; environment mean that heat conservation is essential. A short, squat body shape will help retain body heat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maasai" title="Maasai" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Maasai&lt;/a&gt; people live primarily in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kenya" title="Kenya"&gt;Kenya&lt;/a&gt; and north &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tanzania" title="Tanzania"&gt;Tanzania&lt;/a&gt;. The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tropics" title="Tropics"&gt;equatorial&lt;/a&gt; temperatures in this environment mean that heat loss is highly beneficial. A tall, long, body shape will help get rid of body heat. (The use of the word "tall" here is somewhat misleading. It is not necessarily height that is a factor as it is relatively longer, leaner limbs and a lean frame which are most appropriate according to this rule. Basically, size is not the main factor, which would be &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bergmann%27s_Rule" title="Bergmann's Rule" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Bergmann's Rule&lt;/a&gt;, but shape.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unquote.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-8666196826071675015?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8666196826071675015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=8666196826071675015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8666196826071675015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8666196826071675015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-do-african-people-have-longer-limbs.html' title='Why do African people have longer limbs?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-3653112641277003929</id><published>2010-10-28T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:31:58.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which one is nicer?</title><content type='html'>Anyone out there? Please tell me which one appeals to you more?&lt;br /&gt;The blue one? or the brown one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TMl6ZM9iJPI/AAAAAAAAEE8/77eOoa4Marg/s1600/wolf2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TMl6ZM9iJPI/AAAAAAAAEE8/77eOoa4Marg/s320/wolf2+copy.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TMl6YiJjytI/AAAAAAAAEE0/4B6vh-GFiSA/s1600/wolf1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TMl6YiJjytI/AAAAAAAAEE0/4B6vh-GFiSA/s320/wolf1+copy.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-3653112641277003929?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3653112641277003929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=3653112641277003929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3653112641277003929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3653112641277003929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/10/which-one-is-nicer.html' title='Which one is nicer?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TMl6ZM9iJPI/AAAAAAAAEE8/77eOoa4Marg/s72-c/wolf2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-8859108850705459279</id><published>2010-10-28T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T16:47:34.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One month after LASIK</title><content type='html'>I am happy :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my last visit to Dr Lee. Everything's good, except 25deg astigmatism on my left eye. But the lady said this kind of degree comes and goes. True enough, because I see perfectly fine outdoor in bright day light. Not so good indoor. Some days it's good some days it's not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not experience ANY tearing after the surgery, did not have dry eye AT ALL. I am so darn blessed!!!! :D hahahahah.... I can't help kept smiling after I left the LASIK centre. haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope now is of course this perfect vision remains as long as it can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, Dr Lee sent me an email thanking me for the Thank You card I sent him. I attached my namecard in the card, very 有心机ne~~~~ wahahahah. I think he felt "obliged" to reply since I attached my namecard there. wahahahahahhaha. and it worked. kekekekeke. So happy to receive his reply. It's just some simple gesture from both sides, but it makes one happy! In his reply he thanked me for taking the time to write and sent the card. It was very heart warming, he said. But he didn't mention anything just now when I saw him. heheheh. Anyway, his reply is enough for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And er, happiness, has its price you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TMk4LawXYQI/AAAAAAAAEEs/_nRRxqSzPDQ/s1600/28102010183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TMk4LawXYQI/AAAAAAAAEEs/_nRRxqSzPDQ/s320/28102010183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533015386013262082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a good mood today after today's last visit to Dr Lee. The side effect of good mood : a hole in my wallet........................ lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-8859108850705459279?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8859108850705459279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=8859108850705459279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8859108850705459279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8859108850705459279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-month-after-lasik.html' title='One month after LASIK'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/TMk4LawXYQI/AAAAAAAAEEs/_nRRxqSzPDQ/s72-c/28102010183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-7211482823912820048</id><published>2010-10-28T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T16:25:43.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointing of Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Look at this video. A Malaysian UMNO politician said they don't need the votes from Chinese and Indian. Fine. We won't vote for you then. Arrogance never serves anyone well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMND_59OkKU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMND_59OkKU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am UTTERLY disappointed with Malaysia. They are getting more backwards as time goes by. Their thinking NEVER improved. Someone I know just denounced his Malaysian citizenship. That tells you something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so voting for the opposition in the next election, even if the one running the election is an idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-7211482823912820048?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7211482823912820048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=7211482823912820048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7211482823912820048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7211482823912820048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/10/disappointing-of-malaysia.html' title='Disappointing of Malaysia'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-6100481055742623951</id><published>2010-10-12T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:45:22.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream comes true!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Went to Class 95's Retrolicious concert on 9 Oct 2010. Oh my god, I never thought I'd live to see 3 of my biggest idols : Johnny Hates Jazz♥, Debbie Gibson♥ and Rick Astley♥♥♥♥♥!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ♥♥♥♥♥!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing pretty close, but should have gotten closer. I almost couldn't see them. Luckily I was wearing my high heel. Although it hurt like hell afterwards. But it was worth it!!! I walked with my naked feet as soon as the concert was over. I walked all the way to carpark. LOL.. people must be wondering, maybe thinking my high heel has broken. But who cares? lol.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is SO SO SO incredible!! I never even dream to see these biggest stars of the Eighties!!!! Oh my God. Recently I've fulfilled some of my "wish to see" things. I am so grateful. I love living in Singapore! Where all these are possible. Even though I don't have a boyfriend now, which is flawed, but I'm pretty happy with my life now. And I am so grateful ;) All these little things in life, makes me happy. But being able to see my idols is not a "little thing", it's a HUGE event in my life! WOHOA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the videos :&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Hates Jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvWjXsFKBjE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvWjXsFKBjE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy to listen to "I don't wanna be a hero" and "Don't let it end this way" and "Shattered Dreams". wahhhhhh, nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie Gibson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LWzzsFBPhGM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LWzzsFBPhGM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was fabulous! and sexy! She's still very beautiful! She's 40 this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.... drum beating.... ggggrrrrrr...... RICK ASTLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jltj3cd8tSw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jltj3cd8tSw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept with a smile that night ^_^ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Listening to him, made me fall in love with him all over again. I started listening to his songs since I was in primary school! Oh my god. And he was incredibly funny!! ♥ Love the guy!! ♥ And he sounds the same, his voice still very very.... ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... what a fantastic concert, what a wonderful night ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-6100481055742623951?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6100481055742623951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=6100481055742623951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6100481055742623951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6100481055742623951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/10/dream-comes-true.html' title='Dream comes true!!!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-4763519726272356131</id><published>2010-10-01T17:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T17:45:04.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasik!!!</title><content type='html'>I had lasik surgery yesterday! 30th September 2010! Today is the first day after surgery. How liberating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so nervous before the surgery. I was worried that I can't open my eyes to get myself home like some of my colleagues said... even thou my brother was with me but it's troublesome if I cannot open my eyes. But in the end, nothing to worry about. And I could open my eyes. There was no pain during the surgery. Perhaps a little discomfort about 2 hours after the surgery. Not sure was it pain (minor) and was it because of the sleeping pill taking effect (after 2 hours??). I felt uncomfortable at that time. But as soon as I got home I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the surgery, there's one part where the eye cannot see anything, after the doctor put a suction cup onto the eye. And then the machine will create the flap. It felt like I was in sci-fi movie. The machine has a gentle female voice announcing : 25seconds.... 20seconds.... 5seconds.... And the my doctor's voice was reassuring as well, even more gentle than the machine's female voice. LOL... Btw, my doctor is Dr Lee Sao Bing, from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.shinagawa.com.sg" target="_blank"&gt;Shinagawa&lt;/a&gt;. He is very nice, and very polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up 2hours later, the discomfort was gone. Vision is still blurry and hazy but that's normal. And I see halo at night. Dr said it'll take 3, 4 months for it to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept early on the day of surgery. The next day, heaven! I can see clearly ! Still a bit hazy but better than first day. And it's normal. I hope the halo will go away soon. And I pray there won't be regression....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫♪ I can see clearly now, the rain is gone ♫♪&lt;br /&gt;♫♪ I can see all the obstacles in my way ♫♪&lt;br /&gt;♫♪ Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind ♫♪&lt;br /&gt;♫♪ It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)Sun-Shiny day. ♫♪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-4763519726272356131?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4763519726272356131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=4763519726272356131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4763519726272356131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4763519726272356131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/10/lasik.html' title='Lasik!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-3622158252598292366</id><published>2010-04-30T17:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T17:22:33.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive impact</title><content type='html'>Today, is a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dear girl friend, who is very capable but she couldn't "see" it herself. Probably the result of a long relationship with a mean boyfriend - it drowned her confidence level. She lacked confidence, big time. We've been emailing each other more than going out together, for various reasons. We've known each other for about 10 or 11 years. We started emailing each other since er... 5, 6 years ago? I forgot. (Hey, T, how many years have we been emailing each other? haha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a very nice girl. But she loved her boyfriend more than herself. It's fine if it's a doting boyfriend but sadly it's not. That boyfriend killed her confidence. Whenever I can, I always tell her to be confident, to love herself first. Just like in the plane, when accident happens, take care of yourself first before attending to your kids or others. Love yourself, only then you'll gain your confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is a great day. In her email to me today, I saw a change in her. She too saw the change in herself. She's more confident now. I was actually a little surprised to see how she handled the conversation between she and her very-mean-evil-hearted colleague. She stood her ground. She did not give in. And I was so proud of her. It's like watching your little sister finally grown up. Believe it or not, I was touched when I read how she handled the matter. She changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said to me it was me who taught her to be optimistic, to think positively about herself. I am glad that I was able to contribute a little in building up her confidence. It feels good to have a positive impact on your dear friend's life, even if a small impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, let's work together, to become a better person each day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-3622158252598292366?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3622158252598292366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=3622158252598292366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3622158252598292366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3622158252598292366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/positive-impact.html' title='Positive impact'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-4938118933971774353</id><published>2010-04-26T23:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:33:34.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resorts World</title><content type='html'>Long overdue photos. These were taken during CNY. CNY lunch for our department, at Chinois, at Hotel Micheal, Resorts World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9Wtmm2zQZI/AAAAAAAAEEc/YelejVS6zIQ/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464464601660998034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9Wtmm2zQZI/AAAAAAAAEEc/YelejVS6zIQ/s320/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WtmdiyY9I/AAAAAAAAEEU/ucC4dc4bj4w/s1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464464599161136082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WtmdiyY9I/AAAAAAAAEEU/ucC4dc4bj4w/s320/02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the tastiest "yu sang" I have ever ate!!!!! Their sauce is a bit sour, it's just sooo sooo soooo yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9Wtl_TJZLI/AAAAAAAAEEM/MMXixuHDnfc/s1600/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464464591042471090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9Wtl_TJZLI/AAAAAAAAEEM/MMXixuHDnfc/s320/03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staffs there are all very beautiful. This lady is from China without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WtlSXe9GI/AAAAAAAAEEE/WRfRa5fUA08/s1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464464578981065826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WtlSXe9GI/AAAAAAAAEEE/WRfRa5fUA08/s320/04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The staffs in this restaurant are very courteous. But just last week my colleagues and I went to one of Resort World's hotel, met up the sales lady about our company event. SHe's very young, just graduated it seems. I don't know about her position as my other colleague liaise with this lady. And boy RW's people are arrogant. Their attitude sucks. The girl don't know much about Universal Studio's promotion, my colleague said to her "Do you want to have some of the information I have then?" That's a good one! ha! In the way, we decided not to hold the event there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WsVX8hzeI/AAAAAAAAED0/k4Z86vtx-0M/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464463206089084386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WsVX8hzeI/AAAAAAAAED0/k4Z86vtx-0M/s320/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WsUzWLLSI/AAAAAAAAEDs/dPfv1VecqL4/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464463196264541474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WsUzWLLSI/AAAAAAAAEDs/dPfv1VecqL4/s320/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WsUSBboFI/AAAAAAAAEDk/4tXPqYrEE7M/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464463187319169106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WsUSBboFI/AAAAAAAAEDk/4tXPqYrEE7M/s320/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken during CNY so there're no crowds yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WsTkuqkPI/AAAAAAAAEDc/ibJ0l8fa7XE/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464463175160860914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WsTkuqkPI/AAAAAAAAEDc/ibJ0l8fa7XE/s320/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statue is placed outside the casino. My colleague said people are saying that this animal will eat all your good luck and you will lose money! haha. It's very weird looking. A long legged elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WrswEM9XI/AAAAAAAAEDU/hsT5qO1BRDM/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464462508189087090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WrswEM9XI/AAAAAAAAEDU/hsT5qO1BRDM/s320/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WrsI3X9NI/AAAAAAAAEDM/4WUPWnUI48A/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464462497666299090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WrsI3X9NI/AAAAAAAAEDM/4WUPWnUI48A/s320/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the entrance of Universal Studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9Wrrs6mNQI/AAAAAAAAEDE/0yiiVjiN5tI/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464462490163623170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9Wrrs6mNQI/AAAAAAAAEDE/0yiiVjiN5tI/s320/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closer look. All photos taken by mobile phone, so it's not good quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WrrA_SzAI/AAAAAAAAEC8/X7YNa3M3rs4/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464462478372162562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9WrrA_SzAI/AAAAAAAAEC8/X7YNa3M3rs4/s320/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Woody Wood Pecker!!! We (colleagues) are all going Universal Studio on 14 May! I want to take photos with all the cartoon figures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9Wrqx5bBEI/AAAAAAAAEC0/i7OK7XqBfwY/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464462474321003586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9Wrqx5bBEI/AAAAAAAAEC0/i7OK7XqBfwY/s320/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My colleagues were at the ticket counter asking something. I went back to them and said excitedly "I saw Woody Wood Pecker!" And my male colleague said "Let's go and beat the crap out of him." I said "WHy?? So mean!" And then when I told my brother "I saw Woody Wood Pecker and my colleague wanted to beat him." Guess what my brother said? He said "I was about to say the same : go and beat Woody Wood PEcker." But why??? everyone is so mean! hahaha......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-4938118933971774353?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4938118933971774353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=4938118933971774353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4938118933971774353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4938118933971774353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/resorts-world.html' title='Resorts World'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S9Wtmm2zQZI/AAAAAAAAEEc/YelejVS6zIQ/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-7245772547016104397</id><published>2010-04-05T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:40:33.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling - the 3rd time</title><content type='html'>It was "health day" in my compnay last Wed. We went cycling at 3pm. Heaven was so cooperative! When we're renting the bicycles, it drizzled a little but didn't really rain. After we returned the bicycle it started drizzling again, not sure if it rained after we left though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7ny_KkHr1I/AAAAAAAAECU/qxsE9J-GxwI/s1600/eastcoast7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456659590517600082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7ny_KkHr1I/AAAAAAAAECU/qxsE9J-GxwI/s320/eastcoast7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues, colleagues, colleagues, most of my colleagues are nice~ I like them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7ny-Wto5rI/AAAAAAAAECM/ImjfcNWWtsI/s1600/eastcoast8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456659576598881970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7ny-Wto5rI/AAAAAAAAECM/ImjfcNWWtsI/s320/eastcoast8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smallest bicycle was mine. I can't ride the normal adult one, too short... kekekek....  Initially I didn't want to ride, I was scared. But my colleagues were very nice, insisted on waiting for me. And the rental store staff let me tried on the kid's bike before I confirm to rent it. So I tried loh. Good on these good people~ I managed to ride afterall, albeit still wobbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7ny95MfQoI/AAAAAAAAECE/X8msoP__8tA/s1600/eastcoast10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456659568675209858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7ny95MfQoI/AAAAAAAAECE/X8msoP__8tA/s320/eastcoast10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's around 清明节(Tomb sweeping day) and every Chinese knows, it rains during this time, no matter how hot the days had been. And Gab's mother said flowers will bloom around this time, birds will lay eggs, and dragonflies too will lay eggs around this time too~ I think she's right. Look at the flowers!!! A whole tree of pink!! This is Singapore/Malaysia's Sakura flower! Me and my colleague Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7ny9Km2L5I/AAAAAAAAEB8/RtFDUCu0r1w/s1600/eastcoast1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456659556169297810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7ny9Km2L5I/AAAAAAAAEB8/RtFDUCu0r1w/s320/eastcoast1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful right? Another colleague from JB, Lee Ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7nyOAsFu8I/AAAAAAAAEBs/AmniOa2S4Kg/s1600/eastcoast2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456658746053082050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7nyOAsFu8I/AAAAAAAAEBs/AmniOa2S4Kg/s320/eastcoast2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower petals are everywhere on the ground~ and they kept falling~ how romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7ny80mYusI/AAAAAAAAEB0/QFYnsDYPQQw/s1600/eastcoast6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456659550261787330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7ny80mYusI/AAAAAAAAEB0/QFYnsDYPQQw/s320/eastcoast6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen a more beautiful East Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7nyNhBYIwI/AAAAAAAAEBk/LyFhN8VmxjY/s1600/eastcoast3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456658737552433922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7nyNhBYIwI/AAAAAAAAEBk/LyFhN8VmxjY/s320/eastcoast3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague said we face too much computer and we had to hug/touch trees to get rid of the bad things from computer. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7nyNMXLP-I/AAAAAAAAEBc/kXANq3yc_Uw/s1600/eastcoast4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456658732006719458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7nyNMXLP-I/AAAAAAAAEBc/kXANq3yc_Uw/s320/eastcoast4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7nyM5goSyI/AAAAAAAAEBU/mKms17xxnT0/s1600/eastcoast5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456658726946097954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7nyM5goSyI/AAAAAAAAEBU/mKms17xxnT0/s320/eastcoast5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice!~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7nyMYe-iDI/AAAAAAAAEBM/KjzRVk3ChhY/s1600/eastcoast9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456658718080796722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7nyMYe-iDI/AAAAAAAAEBM/KjzRVk3ChhY/s320/eastcoast9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We cycled for 1:30hours only but my butt hurt like there's no tomorrow.... When I learnt cycling it hurt at a different "area". kekeke. This time perhaps I sat incorrectly... It hurt at the tailbone area and I got blister!!!! Seriously! When I shower, Oh My God.... it stung! hahahahaha... 屁股开花。。。。literally... hahahahaha... was a fun day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-7245772547016104397?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7245772547016104397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=7245772547016104397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7245772547016104397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7245772547016104397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/04/cycling-3rd-time.html' title='Cycling - the 3rd time'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S7ny_KkHr1I/AAAAAAAAECU/qxsE9J-GxwI/s72-c/eastcoast7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-6236417756414410636</id><published>2010-03-16T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:42:21.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent days at work</title><content type='html'>How time flies. I have been working in this company for over 6 months. 6 months! passed just like that! But thankfully it has been some pretty happy 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously I helped organised 2 events in company and was given 2 "Thank You Award" (can claim a total of S$225 for meals in one award). I knew we would be given that for helping to organise events. Yesterday, I was given another Thank You Award for some jobs done. That was really unexpected and I was so happy :D It's so so nice to work in a company like that, with your superiors recognising your efforts. It's really really encouraging. And I like my job functions. For the first time, I can say "I like my job." :D although no matter how much I like my job, I'd still have Monday blue. hahahahahah..... my dream job is to be a tai-tai. wahahahahahaha......then I won't have Monday blue. kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some other things at work : couple of weeks ago, my colleague was browsing the fridge and asked me "Hey, your ice-cream, not going to eat it?" . I was like, "Huh???" Cos I never bought any ice-cream... Then I saw there's an ice-cream in the fridge with a serviette wrapped around it. My name was written on it, big big. There's no other Michelle in the company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I hate this. Is this some kind of joke? I am not going to touch the ice-cream bcos it's not mine. I didn't buy it. I asked a few female colleagues who I'm close with. None of them bought me any ice-cream..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike having things like this, where I don't know what was going on.  Anyway, I'm not going to touch the ice-cream. What if later someone pops out and say "Hey, why did you eat the ice-cream? It's not yours."........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-6236417756414410636?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6236417756414410636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=6236417756414410636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6236417756414410636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6236417756414410636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/03/recent-days-at-work.html' title='Recent days at work'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-3236264521617179149</id><published>2010-03-06T22:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:12:41.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' out day</title><content type='html'>Today's our girls' out day again, karaoke with EK and YK. Angel was going to "chingay" so didn't join us. We had a great time~! Girls' out day is important, you know ;) To have fun together, to laugh together, to enjoy each other's company :D Most of our girl friends are married now, so I really appreciate the time we girls can get together. Every time we have outings, I am very excited and very much looking forward to it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said something hilarious at karaoke today, I can't stop laughing everytime I think about it. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YK &amp;amp; EK : Let's sing Andy Lau's song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : Oh! Sing that song, "矿泉水"! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YK &amp;amp; EK : ..................?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YK &amp;amp; EK : ....It's "忘情水"!!!!!!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I seriously thought I said the name correctly you know.. kekekeke........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-3236264521617179149?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3236264521617179149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=3236264521617179149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3236264521617179149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3236264521617179149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/03/girls-out-day.html' title='Girls&apos; out day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-5005664807425366493</id><published>2010-03-06T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:07:18.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature Trekker</title><content type='html'>Some time back, there're some exhibition at Toa Payoh central. They are nature/environment related groups/societies. One of them is Nature Trekker. I signed up as a member, because it's free. Yeah, I'm "cheap", I know. kekekeke. but who cares. They have activities such as guided day tours and other wildlife related activities in Singapore. Recently there's one tour to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pulau_Semakau" target="_blank"&gt;Pulau Semakau&lt;/a&gt;, an island being used for landfill (no, it's not a dirty place full of stinky rubbish). I signed up for it, along with Gabriel. (It's not free of charge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I signed up the tour, they sent an email asking us to fill in our particulars, asked for office tel no., home tel no, mobile no, office address, home address, etc etc. In the email, it said, even if we previously sign up as a member, we'll still not be considered a member unless you fill in ALL the particulars, not one thing less. It also said one will not be considered a true member until you joined at least 4 tours in a year. Like, what the hell is so great with this society, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The email also said, Semakau is a highly controlled island, therefore permits are needed to visit there, and therefore we need to fill in a lot of particulars. Fine. But I thought they said "you will not be considered a member until you fill in ALL the particulars"? So now we're fulfilling the society's requirement or the government's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing so many things that I need to fill, I felt a little annoyed. So I did not fill it and told Gabriel, forget it, don't want to go. Then few days later the person in charged called my mobile but I did not hear the phone rang. So they called Gabriel, asking if we're going (as we did not send in our full particulars). Gabriel told them why I did not fill in the form. The guy then explained.. the place is highly controlled, gov wants to know who is visiting, blah blah blah. BUT as I said they also said in the email it's for their membership, blah blah blah. They talked for so long on the phone! So long winded!! Even after Gab said "ok, understand" and told him we will fill in the form n pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same night, I emailed that guy and asked how to pay. He replied in a short while. I then sent in money via internet banking immediately. I followed the instruction : sms the guy after I paid online. He replied saying will check the payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought everything is firmed. One week after that, he emailed me "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st reminder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", big big word like loan shark. I replied "You sound like I still owe you money." and he asked have I paid? By which method? and said "I managed to contact everyone except you." WHAT THE FUCK??!!! We exchanged email and sms and how the hell was I uncontactable??!! He said he called me twice but the fact is I only missed his call once. Oh and by the way, his number, is a "private number". No matter what the reason, I dislike people who uses private number, what? doing something indecent and don't want to let people know your number? I have every right to reject calls from private number anyway. And you want to blame me??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I said we've exchanged email and sms after I paid, how the hell was I uncontactable? I wanted to say "how the FUCK was I uncontactable?" but I 忍。。。。。。。。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, he said got the money. I sms Gab to tell him how annoyed I was and this will be the last time I join this stupid society. Gab then told me, the day after we paid, this guy called him and asked have we paid? Gab of cos replied we've paid. And then he still sent me "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st reminder&lt;/span&gt;"???!!! What the fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else is annoying? He kept sending reminders to us about what to bring, don't be late, blah blah blah blah blah. For GOD'S SAKE!!!!!!!!!!!! In total, not counting the one he thought I haven't paid, he sent 3 emails. "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st reminder&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2nd and final reminder&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;strong&gt; x twice&lt;/strong&gt;. Like, what the shit!!!! The tour is tomorrow, Sunday. He sent a sms reminder on Friday. He sent another sms reminder on Saturday. That's a total of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 5 fucking reminders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! And because a binocular is a must to bring, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he sent another 2 or 3 emails &lt;/span&gt;telling people that IT IS A MUST and if we don't have it we can buy it from them. For a simple 5 hours tour, so many unnecessary emails were sent. So annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH!! "Reminders" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IN RED&lt;/span&gt; are supposed to be used for people who still owe you money or whatever shit. A "gentle reminder" is what is supposed to be used to remind people about what to bring and don't fucking be late! I think this guy imagined he's a lawyer, likes to send people "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REMINDER&lt;/span&gt;". It's so rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gab said he must be an old man. If he's an old man, maybe I'll forgive him. But I think, after the tour tomorrow, I will write him an email. First, to take my name off the membership (if I am already a PRESTIGE member of theirs, that is). Second, I am going to tell him that's not the way to organise a tour. I am goign to tell him how annoying he was. And I'm going to remind him of the story "狼来了". People who always lie, when he's telling the truth, no one will believe him. He keeps sending all these stupid reminders, people will just ignore and not read his emails and might do all the "don't" in his email. I'm seriously goign to write to him to remove me from their mailing list. Call me petty. This is how I am. It's unacceptable to be so rude, to send people reminders in red when I am not owing him anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the most, 2 email reminders (along with the message about binoculars being a MUST) is enough. One sms reminder the day before the tour is ENOUGH! We're adults for crying out loud. GOSH! SO ANNOYED!! I'm glad tomorrow is the tour. No more emails from them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-5005664807425366493?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5005664807425366493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=5005664807425366493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5005664807425366493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5005664807425366493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/03/nature-trekker.html' title='Nature Trekker'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-5030783323556843986</id><published>2010-02-21T11:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:05:24.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year 2010</title><content type='html'>On 3rd day of CNY, the girls came to my house. Natasha and EK very red~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cuv7dZwKI/AAAAAAAAEAg/7lJDnNzwBDM/s1600-h/DSC03090b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440540488301658274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cuv7dZwKI/AAAAAAAAEAg/7lJDnNzwBDM/s320/DSC03090b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I wore a cheong sam top. Really love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cuvg_W1_I/AAAAAAAAEAY/_SEmWyvz_5g/s1600-h/DSC03093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440540481196316658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cuvg_W1_I/AAAAAAAAEAY/_SEmWyvz_5g/s320/DSC03093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek's new hairstyle is so cute~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cuva-LWlI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/jnr7LCUpNww/s1600-h/DSC03095b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440540479580756562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cuva-LWlI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/jnr7LCUpNww/s320/DSC03095b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cuuw0sEEI/AAAAAAAAEAI/QSUFGWJM7dw/s1600-h/DSC03098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440540468266668098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cuuw0sEEI/AAAAAAAAEAI/QSUFGWJM7dw/s320/DSC03098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to pose for photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CtBaYeoxI/AAAAAAAAEAA/2Bm5IzVLmkU/s1600-h/DSC03105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440538589637026578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CtBaYeoxI/AAAAAAAAEAA/2Bm5IzVLmkU/s320/DSC03105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is on 7th day of CNY. Gathering at Dickson's place. Took some photos before I leave home, cos my hair was really "obedient" that day and I love it~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CtBKsIcgI/AAAAAAAAD_4/SkOi20Gz4qU/s1600-h/DSC03264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440538585424491010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CtBKsIcgI/AAAAAAAAD_4/SkOi20Gz4qU/s320/DSC03264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture~ thanks to the wind~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CtApxp7ZI/AAAAAAAAD_w/7ME9Ct992Fk/s1600-h/DSC03268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440538576589286802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CtApxp7ZI/AAAAAAAAD_w/7ME9Ct992Fk/s320/DSC03268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick's daughter Wen Xuan, she's so much fun~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CtAFekezI/AAAAAAAAD_o/_sO6WAyuQ20/s1600-h/DSC03273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440538566845561650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CtAFekezI/AAAAAAAAD_o/_sO6WAyuQ20/s320/DSC03273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect her to be so active! Such a cute girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cs_v1uQrI/AAAAAAAAD_g/LYzKFHHOBQE/s1600-h/DSC03276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440538561037091506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cs_v1uQrI/AAAAAAAAD_g/LYzKFHHOBQE/s320/DSC03276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Qiang's second son~ "En En".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Csmkcc8sI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/gXcDWvCUzKo/s1600-h/DSC03277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440538128481579714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Csmkcc8sI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/gXcDWvCUzKo/s320/DSC03277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dickson and Mei Siew's daughter, so cute~ "En En" also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CsmCSKpZI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/3G4nMKBgDKI/s1600-h/DSC03279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440538119311631762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CsmCSKpZI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/3G4nMKBgDKI/s320/DSC03279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cslnx-mKI/AAAAAAAAD_I/Q36dVMQcuKw/s1600-h/DSC03285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440538112197302434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cslnx-mKI/AAAAAAAAD_I/Q36dVMQcuKw/s320/DSC03285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CslNjTmXI/AAAAAAAAD_A/7maMxUAzwoY/s1600-h/DSC03287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440538105156442482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CslNjTmXI/AAAAAAAAD_A/7maMxUAzwoY/s320/DSC03287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Mei and her 2 sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Csk8W-ZTI/AAAAAAAAD-4/Qe6JrUEMgNM/s1600-h/DSC03292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440538100541318450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Csk8W-ZTI/AAAAAAAAD-4/Qe6JrUEMgNM/s320/DSC03292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuan Xuan and En En.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cr69zuoLI/AAAAAAAAD-w/VqoFrGraWFw/s1600-h/DSC03296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440537379375849650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cr69zuoLI/AAAAAAAAD-w/VqoFrGraWFw/s320/DSC03296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this pic~ so natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cr6ePa9WI/AAAAAAAAD-o/z7cpvMKUhsw/s1600-h/DSC03297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440537370902066530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cr6ePa9WI/AAAAAAAAD-o/z7cpvMKUhsw/s320/DSC03297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was "sportscar", this year is motorbike. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cr6Bt0kTI/AAAAAAAAD-g/pv_P-zWPi4M/s1600-h/DSC03298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440537363244945714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cr6Bt0kTI/AAAAAAAAD-g/pv_P-zWPi4M/s320/DSC03298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly have any photos of my tattoo. THanks to Calvin who took this pic~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cr5luziUI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/QjU9jlhZFBM/s1600-h/DSC03302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440537355732879682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cr5luziUI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/QjU9jlhZFBM/s320/DSC03302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISn't this pic so sweet ? Looks like Gigi's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cr5BnBnhI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/9HgLVkWL-Vo/s1600-h/DSC03318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440537346036571666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cr5BnBnhI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/9HgLVkWL-Vo/s320/DSC03318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Hui, Natasha and Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CrlCY_uJI/AAAAAAAAD-I/0tGRmPTHavs/s1600-h/DSC03324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440537002648778898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CrlCY_uJI/AAAAAAAAD-I/0tGRmPTHavs/s320/DSC03324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Calvin, we're so blurred. The focus fell on the flower..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CrkiwjFNI/AAAAAAAAD-A/2h-ZlU0XcIE/s1600-h/DSC03328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440536994157630674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CrkiwjFNI/AAAAAAAAD-A/2h-ZlU0XcIE/s320/DSC03328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamble gamble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CrjzwZn4I/AAAAAAAAD94/NtRDJCJjAtY/s1600-h/DSC03333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440536981540544386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CrjzwZn4I/AAAAAAAAD94/NtRDJCJjAtY/s320/DSC03333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this pic! Xuan Xuan just soooo cute. A lot of expressions~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CrjfVh5DI/AAAAAAAAD9w/KTPhCrNB7h8/s1600-h/DSC03334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440536976059130930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4CrjfVh5DI/AAAAAAAAD9w/KTPhCrNB7h8/s320/DSC03334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cri9QQj5I/AAAAAAAAD9o/oqb8-C0PS94/s1600-h/DSC03339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440536966910218130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cri9QQj5I/AAAAAAAAD9o/oqb8-C0PS94/s320/DSC03339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We hardly meet our friends nowadays, since everybody is busy with their families and work. Even though most of us meet once a year, it's something that appreciate :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-5030783323556843986?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5030783323556843986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=5030783323556843986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5030783323556843986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5030783323556843986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year-2010.html' title='Chinese New Year 2010'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S4Cuv7dZwKI/AAAAAAAAEAg/7lJDnNzwBDM/s72-c/DSC03090b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-6836946541122964308</id><published>2010-02-16T23:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:16:06.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macro series - Sony A330</title><content type='html'>When I first got my macro lens, I didn't really know how to take nice photos with it and was so disappointed. Now, I'm finally having fun with it, once I know how its characteristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This preying mantis is about 1.5cm long, very tiny. I think it now lives on one of our plants. It's there day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rCD0ky6rI/AAAAAAAAD9g/K9RgBpQaMYE/s1600-h/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438872870911666866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rCD0ky6rI/AAAAAAAAD9g/K9RgBpQaMYE/s320/01.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good that it lives there, I can practise macro photography with it! Ready-subject.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rCDjybcOI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/Va26a6lklkw/s1600-h/02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438872866405445858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rCDjybcOI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/Va26a6lklkw/s320/02.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at a nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rB-H0QnDI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/_gN6ko4Tq48/s1600-h/03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438872772997585970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rB-H0QnDI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/_gN6ko4Tq48/s320/03.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same preying mantis, I named this photo "Pickaboo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rB9xAi68I/AAAAAAAAD9I/BO-g2hJAm_g/s1600-h/04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438872766875102146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rB9xAi68I/AAAAAAAAD9I/BO-g2hJAm_g/s320/04.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other photos :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rB9UpZ50I/AAAAAAAAD9A/rnBxWnK_UR4/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438872759261849410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rB9UpZ50I/AAAAAAAAD9A/rnBxWnK_UR4/s320/05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rB9IYKdiI/AAAAAAAAD84/nYVpb4oPT18/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438872755968308770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rB9IYKdiI/AAAAAAAAD84/nYVpb4oPT18/s320/06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBvtglcII/AAAAAAAAD8w/AjE4LvZQZqw/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438872525417574530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBvtglcII/AAAAAAAAD8w/AjE4LvZQZqw/s320/07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBveS_xzI/AAAAAAAAD8o/4-MSvuAM8m8/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438872521334048562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBveS_xzI/AAAAAAAAD8o/4-MSvuAM8m8/s320/08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBvA-HxXI/AAAAAAAAD8g/mq-sFFwhV8U/s1600-h/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438872513461863794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBvA-HxXI/AAAAAAAAD8g/mq-sFFwhV8U/s320/09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBuk-jVHI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/k-qp0fGs79E/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438872505947477106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBuk-jVHI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/k-qp0fGs79E/s320/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite shot. I love the colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBuTg5opI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/7NdLLsKzJ3I/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438872501259707026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBuTg5opI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/7NdLLsKzJ3I/s320/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sunflower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBbojlReI/AAAAAAAAD8I/SoXPbz43I6c/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438872180490585570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBbojlReI/AAAAAAAAD8I/SoXPbz43I6c/s320/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what this is? Tapioca leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBbdjEkOI/AAAAAAAAD8A/irMDechwbH0/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438872177535652066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBbdjEkOI/AAAAAAAAD8A/irMDechwbH0/s320/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite like this photo too. It's very mundane until I added the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBa62cZaI/AAAAAAAAD74/MsSYt-1c_74/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438872168221664674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBa62cZaI/AAAAAAAAD74/MsSYt-1c_74/s320/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weed from my garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBaTgGxJI/AAAAAAAAD7w/JHCFrKF_rSM/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438872157658989714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBaTgGxJI/AAAAAAAAD7w/JHCFrKF_rSM/s320/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this pic! Saw this spider, it's quite big, lucky it's big and so I saw it very fast. Very quickly composed and took this shot. After this shot it went back to its hide out.. Thankfully I got it in good focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBaLQdYZI/AAAAAAAAD7o/h3f_TvR4NGQ/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438872155445879186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rBaLQdYZI/AAAAAAAAD7o/h3f_TvR4NGQ/s320/16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have better control of the manual focusing using viewfinder now. But I think I will have a lot of crowsfeet on my left eye (I see using my right eye).... What a big sacrifice.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-6836946541122964308?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6836946541122964308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=6836946541122964308&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6836946541122964308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6836946541122964308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/macro-series-sony-a330.html' title='Macro series - Sony A330'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3rCD0ky6rI/AAAAAAAAD9g/K9RgBpQaMYE/s72-c/01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-8049035024854274500</id><published>2010-02-16T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:57:00.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything nature (4)</title><content type='html'>Few days of CNY holiday, I had a lot of fun shooting around in my garden with my dslr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice anything special in this photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q7ka3EQnI/AAAAAAAAD7g/rmGvjLWIxkI/s1600-h/DSC02671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438865734363267698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q7ka3EQnI/AAAAAAAAD7g/rmGvjLWIxkI/s320/DSC02671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the two "things" sticking out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q7jzFTkeI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/R8VcYXpyz0k/s1600-h/DSC02671b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438865723685573090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q7jzFTkeI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/R8VcYXpyz0k/s320/DSC02671b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro said it's some insect's eggs. A closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q7jhyKnSI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/2G6Zeo5mYK0/s1600-h/DSC02690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438865719041891618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q7jhyKnSI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/2G6Zeo5mYK0/s320/DSC02690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant sunset yesterday. I quickly ran in the house to get my camera. You know how fast sunset disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q7QEp3yJI/AAAAAAAAD7I/90mUPo8tuf8/s1600-h/DSC02986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438865384804960402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q7QEp3yJI/AAAAAAAAD7I/90mUPo8tuf8/s320/DSC02986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q7OyBcNBI/AAAAAAAAD7A/CtCAPuh7dHU/s1600-h/DSC02997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438865362623673362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q7OyBcNBI/AAAAAAAAD7A/CtCAPuh7dHU/s320/DSC02997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just so magnificent~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q7OjhLtXI/AAAAAAAAD64/Idg1CiRSDuA/s1600-h/DSC03001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438865358730278258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q7OjhLtXI/AAAAAAAAD64/Idg1CiRSDuA/s320/DSC03001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a torch, shining on plants to look for bugs, insects. My bro asked me what was I looking/searching for. I said, "ANything~!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you see anything here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q7OJv05kI/AAAAAAAAD6w/tf3MU4DmlmY/s1600-h/DSC03015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438865351812376130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q7OJv05kI/AAAAAAAAD6w/tf3MU4DmlmY/s320/DSC03015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's spiderlings. There were every where~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q7N-1cxjI/AAAAAAAAD6o/Zp7ppONQMdY/s1600-h/DSC03018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438865348883170866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q7N-1cxjI/AAAAAAAAD6o/Zp7ppONQMdY/s320/DSC03018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen so many spiderlings at one go in my life! So adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q5MHbwNeI/AAAAAAAAD6g/kA4pyivUaF8/s1600-h/DSC03032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438863117808317922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q5MHbwNeI/AAAAAAAAD6g/kA4pyivUaF8/s320/DSC03032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It felt so much like I was doing a night dive. In the sea I was taking photos of crabs, on land, spiders. It's so similar!! Really bring back memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q5L7BQRpI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/jgR6CHs27Yc/s1600-h/DSC03043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438863114475947666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q5L7BQRpI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/jgR6CHs27Yc/s320/DSC03043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q5LrZEF4I/AAAAAAAAD6Q/ubJOOJ7jSbs/s1600-h/DSC03058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438863110280845186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q5LrZEF4I/AAAAAAAAD6Q/ubJOOJ7jSbs/s320/DSC03058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a deep voice saying "Hhheeelllllooooo ... hhhaaappppyyy nnnneeewww yyeeeaaarrr.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q5LYq5JAI/AAAAAAAAD6I/1Hw7JxE4Pg8/s1600-h/DSC03067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438863105255351298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q5LYq5JAI/AAAAAAAAD6I/1Hw7JxE4Pg8/s320/DSC03067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's mating season for these. They were everywhere, mating day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q5K4s39WI/AAAAAAAAD6A/qgFsHLjbWQI/s1600-h/DSC03077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438863096673727842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q5K4s39WI/AAAAAAAAD6A/qgFsHLjbWQI/s320/DSC03077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm beginning to have fun with my dslr~ loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-8049035024854274500?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8049035024854274500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=8049035024854274500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8049035024854274500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8049035024854274500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/everything-nature-4.html' title='Everything nature (4)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3q7ka3EQnI/AAAAAAAAD7g/rmGvjLWIxkI/s72-c/DSC02671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-4039829045120683532</id><published>2010-02-13T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:29:36.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dobby's burial</title><content type='html'>Some photos of Dobby I've taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9X6OrzRI/AAAAAAAAD54/_MzTAIfqGJk/s1600-h/02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437389974841052434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9X6OrzRI/AAAAAAAAD54/_MzTAIfqGJk/s320/02.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9XSEJNiI/AAAAAAAAD5w/c6sXpbCAPUw/s1600-h/06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437389964059424290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9XSEJNiI/AAAAAAAAD5w/c6sXpbCAPUw/s320/06.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my brother to leave Dobby there till I come back home. Dobby went onto his running wheel and died there. So sad ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9XHst8VI/AAAAAAAAD5o/A50MMsOG8ME/s1600-h/07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437389961276813650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9XHst8VI/AAAAAAAAD5o/A50MMsOG8ME/s320/07.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bury Dobby in my garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9WgrqaBI/AAAAAAAAD5g/jZMd2xntU8Y/s1600-h/08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437389950803404818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9WgrqaBI/AAAAAAAAD5g/jZMd2xntU8Y/s320/08.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dug a hole. Dobby's body was still soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9Vxv4tcI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/mIw-T0mvU3E/s1600-h/09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437389938204652994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9Vxv4tcI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/mIw-T0mvU3E/s320/09.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put his tiny body into the hole... Now he could be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9IOXMS4I/AAAAAAAAD5Q/teX-QRn27R0/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437389705367538562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9IOXMS4I/AAAAAAAAD5Q/teX-QRn27R0/s320/10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caress it for the last few seconds.. It's kind of hard to see him go. Wish he could just open his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9Gp4GuQI/AAAAAAAAD5I/aJnAgwL2arA/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437389678393604354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9Gp4GuQI/AAAAAAAAD5I/aJnAgwL2arA/s320/11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He now lies at the place where I often let him out to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9GCEBT_I/AAAAAAAAD5A/8hcM-DEnPf8/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437389667706163186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9GCEBT_I/AAAAAAAAD5A/8hcM-DEnPf8/s320/13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, Dobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9FrB_a4I/AAAAAAAAD44/IxbMyU_7HIA/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437389661523635074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9FrB_a4I/AAAAAAAAD44/IxbMyU_7HIA/s320/14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dobby came to my house a year ago. So I think he died of old age. I will miss you Dobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9Fei0TFI/AAAAAAAAD4w/MMv87sJ-oYE/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437389658171657298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9Fei0TFI/AAAAAAAAD4w/MMv87sJ-oYE/s320/15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-4039829045120683532?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4039829045120683532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=4039829045120683532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4039829045120683532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4039829045120683532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/dobbys-burial.html' title='Dobby&apos;s burial'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3V9X6OrzRI/AAAAAAAAD54/_MzTAIfqGJk/s72-c/02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-1948984002680158595</id><published>2010-02-11T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:56:29.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in peace, Dobby</title><content type='html'>Dobby came to my house (it appeared out of no where in our garden) about one year ago. He was such a sweet hamster. Actually I never know Dobby was a he or she, I just like it to be a "he".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3QTJcNRKmI/AAAAAAAAD4I/H0-Sw5pivs8/s1600-h/DSC01171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436991703054625378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3QTJcNRKmI/AAAAAAAAD4I/H0-Sw5pivs8/s320/DSC01171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dobby died today, 11.02.2010.... :'( A hamster's lifespan is only 2 years. He's been with us for about a year. He's such a sweet sweet hamster. He's so sweet that even my mum who doesn't really like these small animals, loves him! She even let me put Dobby on her! Which really really shocked me! My mum said Dobby is very very cute and she likes him a lot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will miss him. I hope he was a happy hamster when he's staying with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3QTIzUh7zI/AAAAAAAAD4A/2kJwmzGS3PA/s1600-h/DSC01166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436991692079230770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3QTIzUh7zI/AAAAAAAAD4A/2kJwmzGS3PA/s320/DSC01166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Rest in peace, my dear Dobby.&lt;/center&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/13298673-1948984002680158595?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1948984002680158595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=1948984002680158595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/1948984002680158595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/1948984002680158595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/02/rest-in-peace-dobby.html' title='Rest in peace, Dobby'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/S3QTJcNRKmI/AAAAAAAAD4I/H0-Sw5pivs8/s72-c/DSC01171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-7018825403943358432</id><published>2010-01-17T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:49:56.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na'vi-blue</title><content type='html'>And I thought I am the only one who got depressed after watching Avatar... James Cameron is way too talented. He created a world that looks so perfect and made our real world looks bad... The beauty of the movie aside, if you think about it, the movie is a depiction of what we have been doing to our world, our forests, our animals, and indigenous people. It's just sad to think about.&lt;br /&gt;Read this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(CNN) -- James Cameron's completely immersive spectacle "Avatar" may have been a little too real for some fans who say they have experienced depression and suicidal thoughts after seeing the film because they long to enjoy the beauty of the alien world Pandora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fan forum site "Avatar Forums," a topic thread entitled "Ways to cope with the depression of the dream of Pandora being intangible," has received more than 1,000 posts from people experiencing depression and fans trying to help them cope. The topic became so popular last month that forum administrator Philippe Baghdassarian had to create a second thread so people could continue to post their confused feelings about the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't depressed myself. In fact the movie made me happy ," Baghdassarian said. "But I can understand why it made people depressed. The movie was so beautiful and it showed something we don't have here on Earth. I think people saw we could be living in a completely different world and that caused them to be depressed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A post by a user called Elequin expresses an almost obsessive relationship with the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's all I have been doing as of late, searching the Internet for more info about 'Avatar.' I guess that helps. It's so hard I can't force myself to think that it's just a movie, and to get over it, that living like the Na'vi will never happen. I think I need a rebound movie," Elequin posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A user named Mike wrote on the fan Web site "Naviblue" that he contemplated suicide after seeing the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ever since I went to see 'Avatar' I have been depressed. Watching the wonderful world of Pandora and all the Na'vi made me want to be one of them. I can't stop thinking about all the things that happened in the film and all of the tears and shivers I got from it," Mike posted. "I even contemplate suicide thinking that if I do it I will be rebirthed in a world similar to Pandora and the everything is the same as in 'Avatar.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other fans have expressed feelings of disgust with the human race and disengagement with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron's movie, which has pulled in more than $1.4 billion in worldwide box office sales and could be on track to be the highest grossing film of all time, is set in the future when the Earth's resources have been pillaged by the human race. A greedy corporation is trying to mine the rare mineral unobtainium from the planet Pandora, which is inhabited by a peace-loving race of 10-foot tall, blue-skinned natives called the Na'vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their race to mine for Pandora's resources, the humans clash with the Na'vi, leading to casualties on both sides. The world of Pandora is reminiscent of a prehistoric fantasyland, filled with dinosaur-like creatures mixed with the kinds of fauna you may find in the deep reaches of the ocean. Compared with life on Earth, Pandora is a beautiful, glowing utopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivar Hill posts to the "Avatar" forum page under the name Eltu. He wrote about his post-"Avatar" depression after he first saw the film earlier this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I woke up this morning after watching Avatar for the first time yesterday, the world seemed ... gray. It was like my whole life, everything I've done and worked for, lost its meaning," Hill wrote on the forum. "It just seems so ... meaningless. I still don't really see any reason to keep ... doing things at all. I live in a dying world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached via e-mail in Sweden where he is studying game design, Hill, 17, explained that his feelings of despair made him desperately want to escape reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One can say my depression was twofold: I was depressed because I really wanted to live in Pandora, which seemed like such a perfect place, but I was also depressed and disgusted with the sight of our world, what we have done to Earth. I so much wanted to escape reality," Hill said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron's special effects masterpiece is very lifelike, and the 3-D performance capture and CGI effects essentially allow the viewer to enter the alien world of Pandora for the movie's 2½-hour running time, which only lends to the separation anxiety some individuals experience when they depart the movie theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Virtual life is not real life and it never will be, but this is the pinnacle of what we can build in a virtual presentation so far," said Dr. Stephan Quentzel, psychiatrist and Medical Director for the Louis Armstrong Center for Music and Medicine at Beth Israel Medical Center in New York. "It has taken the best of our technology to create this virtual world and real life will never be as utopian as it seems onscreen. It makes real life seem more imperfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans of the movie may find actor Stephen Lang, who plays the villainous Col. Miles Quaritch in the film, an enemy of the Na'vi people and their sacred ground, an unlikely sympathizer. But Lang says he can understand the connection people are feeling with the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pandora is a pristine world and there is the synergy between all of the creatures of the planet and I think that strikes a deep chord within people that has a wishfulness and a wistfulness to it," Lang said. "James Cameron had the technical resources to go along with this incredibly fertile imagination of his and his dream is built out of the same things that other peoples' dreams are made of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright side is that for Hill and others like him -- who became dissatisfied with their own lives and with our imperfect world after enjoying the fictional creation of James Cameron -- becoming a part of a community of like-minded people on an online forum has helped them emerge from the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After discussing on the forums for a while now, my depression is beginning to fade away. Having taken a part in many discussions concerning all this has really, really helped me," Hill said. "Before, I had lost the reason to keep on living -- but now it feels like these feelings are gradually being replaced with others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quentzel said creating relationships with others is one of the keys to human happiness, and that even if those connections are occurring online they are better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obviously there is community building in these forums," Quentzel said. "It may be technologically different from other community building, but it serves the same purpose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the fan community, suggestions for battling feelings of depression after seeing the movie include things like playing "Avatar" video games or downloading the movie soundtrack, in addition to encouraging members to relate to other people outside the virtual realm and to seek out positive and constructive activities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-7018825403943358432?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7018825403943358432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=7018825403943358432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7018825403943358432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7018825403943358432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/navi-blue.html' title='Na&apos;vi-blue'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-5834961160115319634</id><published>2010-01-15T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:13:36.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money fucking not enough</title><content type='html'>I've been spending and spending and spending. Money is fucking not enough. Don't talk about saving money, I overspent every month. If I can "break even" that's already a break through... which I have not been able to do. It's exceptionally hard when you only have about $400 to spend every month you know? After deducted all my expenses... that's all I'm left with. Yes, pathetic but what to do. At least I have a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta fucking stop spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot about diving. No, not thinking about "going diving", but thinking about "stopping diving". At least for a while. HOw long is "a while"? I don't know. Maybe for this year. There's only so much I can do when I earn so little. I want to go to the Rainforest Music Festival in July. It's in Sarawak so it's not a lot. But, given the fact that I don't earn much, I still have to work hard to keep that money for the trip. "work hard", I don't mean "working hard at work" here. I mean work hard not to spend on unnecessary things... But, are books unnecessary items? I love buying books.... I'm running out of books to read soon.. but I don't have money to buy more books. Guess I just have to re-read the books I have then. If only I'd get rewarded with money each time I finishes a book. wahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? If there's a God, I have to freaking thank him/her now. For my company will be giving extra bonus in February (I've already got my year end bonus and already used that up! ...it was not enough to fully pay the debts I owe my bro). That, that will be my saviour, I'm telling ya.... With that, I'd be able to fully repay my debts to my brother. Otherwise... I'd be unbelievably miserable for the next 5 months at least.............. I'm feeling exceptionally thankful now.... I gotta freaking stop being a spendrift...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-5834961160115319634?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5834961160115319634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=5834961160115319634&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5834961160115319634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5834961160115319634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/money-fucking-not-enough.html' title='Money fucking not enough'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-3737357308655922133</id><published>2010-01-10T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:06:35.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Day After Tomorrow" is coming</title><content type='html'>What's going on with the world? "The Day After Tomorrow" is coming... Europe has seen the worst winter in 3 decades, it's described as "Arctic condition"... In UK, the temperature plunged to -22C in some area. US is facing severe winter condition as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals suffer as well as they can't find food in the snow covered ground. It's all white white and white in Europe. A satelite image of UK... shows only white... wow... really like the scene in "The Day After Tomorrow" isn't it...? Horrible...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-3737357308655922133?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3737357308655922133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=3737357308655922133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3737357308655922133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3737357308655922133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-after-tomorrow-is-coming.html' title='&quot;The Day After Tomorrow&quot; is coming'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-2500158202676072280</id><published>2010-01-08T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:30:40.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lovely blue sky</title><content type='html'>Mr clouds have gone playing elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;I look up and I see you&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hot the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;You can always cool my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening your face changes&lt;br /&gt;Collaborating with the sun&lt;br /&gt;You'd display a brilliant colour show&lt;br /&gt;Orange, red, pink, purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep into the night&lt;br /&gt;Stars and planets shine&lt;br /&gt;It's another show allowed by you&lt;br /&gt;Presenting the mysteries of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you really light?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you really dark?&lt;br /&gt;Light or dark, I love you all the same&lt;br /&gt;You are forever, my lovely blue sky~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-2500158202676072280?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2500158202676072280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=2500158202676072280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2500158202676072280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2500158202676072280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-lovely-blue-sky.html' title='My lovely blue sky'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-2877440851280042268</id><published>2010-01-02T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:22:59.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regal cat</title><content type='html'>There's this black and white cat at my block, it's quite fat and "sweet". It's very friendly. I find that fat cats are friendly. Guess because it's frequently fed and very happy with human. hahha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see it, if I "miao" with it, it'll follow me, even though I did not feed it. Sometimes it's not a good thing. I mean, if I own the hdb, I'd be happy that it follow me back. But I am renting a room... There're twice it was at the floor I'm staying. I miao to it and it followed me till my unit... sit outside the door and kept miawing. I dare not tell my landlady of course that the kitty followed me because I "talked" to it. kekeke...... I felt sorry for the kitty too... because not everyone likes cat. When it sat right outside the door, my landlady and her kids shoo-ed it and tried to scare it away. I could not bear to watch so I entered my room. But I don't think the kitty was affected in any way. It has a very typical nonchalant, lazy attitude. It reminds me of Garfield].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another time, I was heading towards the lift. The lift just reached first floor. The lift door opened, I saw the hilarious scene ever... haha... The kitty was sitting right in the center of the lift, nonchalant as usual and almost regally. A mother and son, each stood at the very corner (near the door) of the lift, covering their mouths with their hands.... obviously worried that the cat might has some kind of virus that might pass to them.. The kitty isn't smelly or dirty, in fact, it's one of the cleanest cats in the neighbourhood. I wished my eyes were camera which I can take a picture of the scene....  It's really hilarious.... :D haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-2877440851280042268?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2877440851280042268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=2877440851280042268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2877440851280042268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2877440851280042268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/regal-cat.html' title='Regal cat'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-5383337651202192262</id><published>2010-01-02T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:03:36.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year day</title><content type='html'>It's been some time since the last time YY, YK and me went out dinner, not counting attending KR's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went Jusco, accompanied YY to buy pregnant clothings. We chose quite a few~ And we went makan and chit chat as usual. Had a great time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sz4m5e-UhAI/AAAAAAAAD34/oexoY1jINP0/s1600-h/01012010056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sz4m5e-UhAI/AAAAAAAAD34/oexoY1jINP0/s320/01012010056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421813770409509890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sz4m41zVJ_I/AAAAAAAAD3w/KcP6CpoH--c/s1600-h/01012010057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sz4m41zVJ_I/AAAAAAAAD3w/KcP6CpoH--c/s320/01012010057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421813759357560818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way, my permed hair looked very straight after washed... today I went to see my stylist Nick again, so he permed my hair again. I told him I prefer digital perm as the curls are better. He said he didn't recommend I do digital perm this time as my hair is really dry... digital perm's chemical is stronger.  I guess I better be more diligent and do hair mask weekly....... I really enjoyed letting Nick do my hair~~~~ I think he's really cool. hehehe. In this picture, I think my hair looks rrreally nice. But, that's because it's blown by Nick. After wash it'll be a different matter. I think... although I had my hair permed twice... I think it'll still be quite straight after wash... guess my hair is just too straight to be curled, need stronger chemical like digital perm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can have a hair stylist at home, everyday do my hair before I go out. wahahaahaha. Dreaming again. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-5383337651202192262?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5383337651202192262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=5383337651202192262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5383337651202192262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5383337651202192262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-day.html' title='New Year day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sz4m5e-UhAI/AAAAAAAAD34/oexoY1jINP0/s72-c/01012010056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-6618510814418359256</id><published>2009-12-28T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:12:29.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fainted in the Train</title><content type='html'>This morning in the train, I was sitting at the last seat in the last car. I was leaning against the side and sleeping. 30minutes later, all of a sudden, I felt hot. It was so hot that it made me giddy. It was unusual. I almost wanted to ask the lady next to me whether she feels it's hot too... But I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out my medication oil and apply under my nose. It only made me feels slightly better. But my head continued to spin. I thought it was probably low blood sugar, took out a candy and popped into my mouth. It didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I applied the oil and apply on the sides of my forehead. I was feeling really sick now and was sweating profusely, cold sweat. It's only about 3, 4 minutes the most. I guess it was at this point, I fainted. When I started feeling light headed I wonder if I do faint, how I would faint..? because I was sitting. Do I just collapse against the side? I had my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I know, I was in a kneeling position, leaning to the side. I guess it's lucky that I chose that last seat, else I would have lied on the floor already. I don't know how much time passes after I blacked out. I guess only couple of seconds..? People were helping up to sit back on my seat. But no one asked am I ok. Perhaps they thought I had fallen asleep and fell off my seat. hahaha..... That would be so humilliating. But I guess people can tell, as I was rubbing the oil to my nose. And after I gained consciousness I was sweating even more profusely. It was as though I've been running for 30minutes. It was THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still giddy and almost fainted again. But I "tahan"... I worried about my skirt... I will explain why below... But I had no strength to think more about that and soon I forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftr I alighted I was ok... I called my colleague and asked her what time does the clinic opens. Soon she and another colleague joined me and we got onto our bus to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So coincidentally.... our panel doctor wasn't in clinic until after noon time... So lunch time I went IMM to shop around in Daiso. After I came back I went to see the doc. Nothing was abnormal. Blood pressure normal, blood sugar normal. Doc said there can be no reason. I would know. Because it did happen to me before.  Usually I would faint if I hv been standing for too long. But there was once I fainted for no reason too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, half a day passed. Little did I know.......... my dress.... it's a satin-like dress... It will leave a mark even when water splashes onto it. And my worried had been proven true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sweating so much, my whole body was wet. And I don't mean "damp", I mean "WET". So, my dress got wet too. Especially the place where I put my buttock onto the seat. That means buttock area of course and my thigh. AND.............. the "wetted" spot... doesn't go away after it's dried. It did not look wet anymore when it's dried but it does leave a mark. And I've been walking around half a day without realising I looked like I've pssed on my dress..........!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague who was with me in the morning noticed the mark but she thought it will go away once it's dried. That was few minutes after I alighted from the train. Imagine how my dress woud look like, how wet it was, when I just get off the train?! Goshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........... I cannot wear that dress in near future anymore to prevent people from recognising me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh..... so embarrasing............. What a day.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-6618510814418359256?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6618510814418359256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=6618510814418359256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6618510814418359256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6618510814418359256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/fainted-in-train.html' title='Fainted in the Train'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-4497676629026466056</id><published>2009-12-27T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:31:32.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' new hairstyles~</title><content type='html'>Angel and I had our hair permed today~ I was just getting it permed of about the same style as last year. Only that it's a whole head perm. But it doesn't really look much difference with the perm last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzY2XjcNKtI/AAAAAAAAD3o/HzeLaxrVB9k/s1600-h/DSC02112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419578979865406162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzY2XjcNKtI/AAAAAAAAD3o/HzeLaxrVB9k/s320/DSC02112.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel's new hairstyle doesn't come easy, it came only after a 7hours sitting at the salon's chair. hahaha.....She had her hair permed and coloured. Her hair is really black and thick so it took much longer to perm and colour. When I have my hairdo all done she was just about to have it wash off the first chemical (before the curling)!! Really "broke record"... 7hours... Mine was done in 3.5hours... Double the time! hahaha.. but I didn't colour my hair. However, the wait was worth it. Her new hairstyle is quite nice! More mature (that's what we two wanted) and feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzY2XVE4hsI/AAAAAAAAD3g/R3MIWPQR3Fs/s1600-h/DSC02120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419578976009488066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzY2XVE4hsI/AAAAAAAAD3g/R3MIWPQR3Fs/s320/DSC02120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought french fries for both of us after my hairdo was done at about 4pm. I like my stylist so much I even bought puffs for him and his colleagues. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were famished when her hair was finally done. We went Yew's Cafe for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzY2W2gMfTI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/YQtlhKl-4rA/s1600-h/DSC02132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419578967802543410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzY2W2gMfTI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/YQtlhKl-4rA/s320/DSC02132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzY2WdWVv8I/AAAAAAAAD3Q/AIFT7-_Bk1c/s1600-h/DSC02133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419578961050320834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzY2WdWVv8I/AAAAAAAAD3Q/AIFT7-_Bk1c/s320/DSC02133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dinner, escargot spaghetti. It was pretty good~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzY2VzrA_VI/AAAAAAAAD3I/a0AUXB1mL44/s1600-h/DSC02140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419578949862751570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzY2VzrA_VI/AAAAAAAAD3I/a0AUXB1mL44/s320/DSC02140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's all for now, folks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-4497676629026466056?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4497676629026466056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=4497676629026466056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4497676629026466056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4497676629026466056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-new-hairstyles.html' title='Girls&apos; new hairstyles~'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzY2XjcNKtI/AAAAAAAAD3o/HzeLaxrVB9k/s72-c/DSC02112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-8151571101481147423</id><published>2009-12-26T23:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:36:54.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Around Christmas</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in previous post, Angel and I went Orchard to see Soweto Gospel Choir performance at Esplanade. And I said I wanted to post some photos of us with the performers. Here they are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He squated a little to "suit" our height..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYydJchrvI/AAAAAAAAD1o/w4bLuGYmaSc/s1600-h/DSC02097b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419574677920132850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYydJchrvI/AAAAAAAAD1o/w4bLuGYmaSc/s320/DSC02097b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYyc3RCv5I/AAAAAAAAD1g/jX6JoHj6TsI/s1600-h/DSC02099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419574673040129938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYyc3RCv5I/AAAAAAAAD1g/jX6JoHj6TsI/s320/DSC02099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were only male performers there, no female performers were in sight. I watched their videos in Youtube. They are really good. The Soweto Gospel Choir backuped for Wall-E song which was nominated for best song at the Academy Award. And they performed at the Academy Award with the lead singer for that song. I don't know who that guy was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYycWMkpiI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/VObGx44aQCI/s1600-h/DSC02100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419574664163010082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYycWMkpiI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/VObGx44aQCI/s320/DSC02100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the concert we went photo taking. This was inside a christmas tree outside ION. I like the feel of these 3 pictures, kind of editorial, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYzZBKSu4I/AAAAAAAAD3A/IZbNs-PDnAw/s1600-h/DSC01963b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419575706488322946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYzZBKSu4I/AAAAAAAAD3A/IZbNs-PDnAw/s320/DSC01963b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYzYh_ZHRI/AAAAAAAAD24/gDa55KF82BI/s1600-h/DSC01974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419575698121104658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYzYh_ZHRI/AAAAAAAAD24/gDa55KF82BI/s320/DSC01974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYzYTkniyI/AAAAAAAAD2w/_8e6c9nO2R4/s1600-h/DSC01984b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419575694250707746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYzYTkniyI/AAAAAAAAD2w/_8e6c9nO2R4/s320/DSC01984b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel was quite creative with posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYzXgHkZuI/AAAAAAAAD2o/VO7DWX9vi8w/s1600-h/DSC01995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419575680438658786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYzXgHkZuI/AAAAAAAAD2o/VO7DWX9vi8w/s320/DSC01995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYy9dk0v-I/AAAAAAAAD2g/g2CPPAdx_Ks/s1600-h/DSC01999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419575233079459810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYy9dk0v-I/AAAAAAAAD2g/g2CPPAdx_Ks/s320/DSC01999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis Vuitton. A shop I never entered and probably never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYy853IAFI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/3XJxObk7hsw/s1600-h/DSC02020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419575223492542546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYy853IAFI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/3XJxObk7hsw/s320/DSC02020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shop which I probably will never enter as well - Prada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYy8k3kwxI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/K_qgQqVxFHs/s1600-h/DSC02030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419575217857282834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYy8k3kwxI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/K_qgQqVxFHs/s320/DSC02030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hero~!!!!!!!!!! Wish I can have this on my wall~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYy8IoTzUI/AAAAAAAAD2I/1vbH_0-VYHA/s1600-h/DSC02038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419575210277064002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYy8IoTzUI/AAAAAAAAD2I/1vbH_0-VYHA/s320/DSC02038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for tea break. I realised these few days I ate a lot................... Shit...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYy7ocwA7I/AAAAAAAAD2A/gu-6ccuBSOs/s1600-h/DSC02065b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419575201638646706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYy7ocwA7I/AAAAAAAAD2A/gu-6ccuBSOs/s320/DSC02065b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYyeJxaNEI/AAAAAAAAD14/hVfWaz8MwYg/s1600-h/DSC02070b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419574695187592258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYyeJxaNEI/AAAAAAAAD14/hVfWaz8MwYg/s320/DSC02070b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Esplanade~ During intermission of the performance. Was trying to capture the lights from the building in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYyds-aa8I/AAAAAAAAD1w/0OW-FHMoO5M/s1600-h/DSC02091b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419574687457504194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYyds-aa8I/AAAAAAAAD1w/0OW-FHMoO5M/s320/DSC02091b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you think of the photos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-8151571101481147423?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8151571101481147423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=8151571101481147423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8151571101481147423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8151571101481147423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/around-christmas.html' title='Around Christmas'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzYydJchrvI/AAAAAAAAD1o/w4bLuGYmaSc/s72-c/DSC02097b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-7000372937737116934</id><published>2009-12-24T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:26:52.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soweto - African Spirit (choir)</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy~~!! :D Watched 2 great shows in 2 consecutive nights : Avatar and Soweto - African Spirit (choir)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzJAuPKXtXI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/UJchE2xYfew/s1600-h/banner09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418464464768316786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzJAuPKXtXI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/UJchE2xYfew/s320/banner09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was the first time ever I watched a concert at Esplanade~ The concert hall is really beautiful. I am really really surprised that an African choir performance would sold out in Singapore. And a lot of the audience were elderly. I am really really surprised.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone enjoyed the show a lot~! Audiences were very spontaneous, giving a lot of claps with the rhythm, prompting the performer to say "You are such fantastic audience!" But I believe this has to do with the fact that there were a lot of Caucasians in the audience. Otherwise audience's response would be very cold, given that Asians are really shy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We took photos with the performers after the show ended. I will upload photos tomorrow. Too tired now. I would have enjoyed the show A LOT more had I not been so "drugged"... been popping flu pills and it didn't help at all and I kept sneezing and sneezing. Luckily during the show, I only sneezed towards the end of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were CDs and DVDs being sold. I regretted that I didn't buy the CD, since I really like African music. But then again, I don't have much of a choice really.... I am very tight with money... It's only $25 for the CD. But when you've got nothing much left, $25 is a lot. I have to think whether I'll have enough money for the month or not. Sigh... when can I the kind of salary that I wouldn't have to "struggle" to buy a $25 CD as if I'm buying a $250 item??.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, the performance was well received by the audience. Everyone shook hand with the performers who were outside the concert hall after the show ended. Funny that no one female performer was there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope they come again! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-7000372937737116934?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7000372937737116934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=7000372937737116934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7000372937737116934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7000372937737116934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/soweto-african-spirit-choir.html' title='Soweto - African Spirit (choir)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzJAuPKXtXI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/UJchE2xYfew/s72-c/banner09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-2584988485944661569</id><published>2009-12-23T01:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T02:16:25.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar 3D!!!!</title><content type='html'>Avatar 3D, is the coolest, most amazing, most unbelievable, most beautiful movie I have EVER watched in my 32 years of life!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzEMgdoYEuI/AAAAAAAAD1I/LocIGR8TkBg/s1600-h/Avatar-Teaser-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418125578552742626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzEMgdoYEuI/AAAAAAAAD1I/LocIGR8TkBg/s320/Avatar-Teaser-Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!!!!! It's action packed! It kept my heart beating fast! It's breathtakingly beautiful! The story is touching! It's romantic! It's... everything!! The romance is just nice, I don't like movie to be full of romance and mushy mushy talks. In Avatar, it's just nice, just the right amount of romance. Everything is so beautiful. Seriously, EVERYTHING!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was hoping the movie wouldn't end... I'm telling ya, I have never been this excited and happy after watching a movie. I mean, ya, was so happy after I watched Johnny Depp's Public Enemy but this is different! Public Enemy, it's all about Johnny's charm. This, Avatar, is the whole thing, is just... PERFECT. I can't find other words to describe. I was so happy that I smiled with my mouth wide open all the way back home!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wouldn't mind to watch the movie 10 times!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohhh I think I'm in love... with the fictional main character. hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzD-ubiWk1I/AAAAAAAAD1A/y-nmWHQwlc0/s1600-h/avatar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418110425345987410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzD-ubiWk1I/AAAAAAAAD1A/y-nmWHQwlc0/s320/avatar2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-2584988485944661569?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2584988485944661569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=2584988485944661569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2584988485944661569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2584988485944661569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar-3d.html' title='Avatar 3D!!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SzEMgdoYEuI/AAAAAAAAD1I/LocIGR8TkBg/s72-c/Avatar-Teaser-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-4272922865335341868</id><published>2009-12-17T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:21:01.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinosaur</title><content type='html'>SIngapore Bird Park is advertising about dinosaur. They have fake dinosaurs (duh.. of course it's fake but I can't say "they have dinosaurs" bcos they can't) somewhere in the park. I saw the commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday night I dreamt that people are at risk of being attacked and eaten by dinosaurs, real dinosaurs.... It was quite scary. We were afraid to go out. We have to look 360degrees when we go out in search for... er.. food or something. We had to becareful not to turn into food ourself.. for the dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis is the second time I dreamt I was chased by dinosaurs... The first time we were chased into the building, on the street, everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun when thinking back about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-4272922865335341868?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4272922865335341868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=4272922865335341868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4272922865335341868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4272922865335341868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/dinosaur.html' title='Dinosaur'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-1526613758836975589</id><published>2009-12-17T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:01:16.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep paralysis continued</title><content type='html'>2 days after I wrote this :&lt;a href="http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/weird-sleep-sleep-paralysis.html"&gt;Weird sleep and sleep paralysis&lt;/a&gt; , I experienced sleep paralysis AGAIN. and it was 3 times in a row! Fuck!!! Maybe it's caused by psychology effect that I gave to myself. But it sort of felt like the "phenomenon" (i.e. sleep paralysis) was taking a revenge on me for "exposing" it in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost happened for a 4th time. I changed sleeping posture. And it didn't. It was hard this time to "get out" of it. Hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-1526613758836975589?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1526613758836975589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=1526613758836975589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/1526613758836975589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/1526613758836975589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleep-paralysis-continued.html' title='Sleep paralysis continued'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-112275873336977674</id><published>2009-12-15T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:39:09.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrie &amp; Alex's big day</title><content type='html'>13 Dec 2009, our friend Carrie &amp;amp; Alex's big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo taking with the bridegroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Syelv8GAHPI/AAAAAAAAD04/hcp9M-4j8qM/s1600-h/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415479319940046066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Syelv8GAHPI/AAAAAAAAD04/hcp9M-4j8qM/s320/01.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sort of our SAB friends reunion too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SyelvaCPfJI/AAAAAAAAD0w/CrVjv0ysqzI/s1600-h/02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415479310797470866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SyelvaCPfJI/AAAAAAAAD0w/CrVjv0ysqzI/s320/02.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick and Xin Hui's daughter didn't come. Patrick, being the proud father, told us his daughter has grown up and even more fun to play with now~ haha. I can't wait! We want to play with her on CNY, Patrick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Syek80p5PII/AAAAAAAAD0o/ZDS6C6WaZX0/s1600-h/03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415478441769778306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Syek80p5PII/AAAAAAAAD0o/ZDS6C6WaZX0/s320/03.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double dating. Gigi &amp;amp; Eileen, Grace &amp;amp; CK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Syek8k0buBI/AAAAAAAAD0g/A5v_PixgHOc/s1600-h/04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415478437519013906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Syek8k0buBI/AAAAAAAAD0g/A5v_PixgHOc/s320/04.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ShiXiong looks much happier now ya? Bcos he's now "bonded by the rings" already~ a 幸福的男人now~ Very happy for you, ShiXiong~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Syek8Ivs9xI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/HMJmTW5Xx4A/s1600-h/05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415478429982979858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Syek8Ivs9xI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/HMJmTW5Xx4A/s320/05.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie and Alex's first march in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Syek7ssNc3I/AAAAAAAAD0Q/Q7JFWtl3TIs/s1600-h/06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415478422452138866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Syek7ssNc3I/AAAAAAAAD0Q/Q7JFWtl3TIs/s320/06.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lucky bridegroom with his beautifl bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Syek7WH3UQI/AAAAAAAAD0I/e_UIvhnSEYk/s1600-h/07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415478416394113282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Syek7WH3UQI/AAAAAAAAD0I/e_UIvhnSEYk/s320/07.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "papparazi" EK, edited thephoto a bit, gave it a dreamy effect + EK is pretty. I really love this photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SyejR1qbCeI/AAAAAAAAD0A/a4oJPsfghs4/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415476603794426338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SyejR1qbCeI/AAAAAAAAD0A/a4oJPsfghs4/s320/08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second march in. KR looked very beautiful in this beautiful gown~ &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SyejRgbgfSI/AAAAAAAADz4/Oq_C6wugHYM/s1600-h/09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415476598094724386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SyejRgbgfSI/AAAAAAAADz4/Oq_C6wugHYM/s320/09.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dickson and MS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SyejQ_FoTkI/AAAAAAAADzo/uO6wZ4_L130/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415476589144591938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SyejQ_FoTkI/AAAAAAAADzo/uO6wZ4_L130/s320/11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the beautiful bride~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SyejQSWSCGI/AAAAAAAADzg/AQODrA7xcyU/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415476577134839906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SyejQSWSCGI/AAAAAAAADzg/AQODrA7xcyU/s320/12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wising you two happily ever after~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SyejRPsg2KI/AAAAAAAADzw/RP9NJGi5nLM/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415476593602648226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SyejRPsg2KI/AAAAAAAADzw/RP9NJGi5nLM/s320/10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-112275873336977674?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/112275873336977674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=112275873336977674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/112275873336977674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/112275873336977674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/carrie-alexs-big-day.html' title='Carrie &amp; Alex&apos;s big day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Syelv8GAHPI/AAAAAAAAD04/hcp9M-4j8qM/s72-c/01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-7119484332295632801</id><published>2009-12-12T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:58:12.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tiger Woods saga</title><content type='html'>Has everybody heard of the Tiger Woods saga already? Early in the morning, his car hit a fire hydrant. It was first report his wife Elin "bravely" broke the rear glass by a golf club, got him out and therefore saving him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw on ET (Entertainment Tonight) that there were reports that say they had an arguement and something like Elin broke his car window  by the golf club out of anger instead of "saving" Tiger Woods and then Tiger Woods hit the fire hydrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which is the truth. The stories that followed were more juicy. Even the prime time "serious" NEWS too reported some of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the accident, the media somehow (we all know who did it) obtained a telephone conversation between Tiger and an alleged mistress. Tiger requested her to do him a favour by taking her name from her phone as Elin has checked Tiger's phone and that "she may call". I guess millionair too can't avoid having their phones being checked by wives, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime time NEWS everywhere broadcasted this conversation too. For God's sake. Have they all became tabloid??? Or entertainment news???? And this is a private phone call... How can they broadcast it all over the world like that? I can understand if ET (Entertainment Tonight) plays it, but Prime time NEWS?!?!!!! Have they got nothing better to report??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now everyday on ET is all about Tiger. The busybody professionals like marriage counsellors start coming out, saying Tiger should do this, Elin should do that... Other people start asking how much will Elin get if they divorce.............................................. Jesus! All these are really stupid.... and annoying. And who can blame Michael Jackson for hating the tabloids?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-7119484332295632801?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7119484332295632801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=7119484332295632801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7119484332295632801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7119484332295632801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiger-woods-saga.html' title='The Tiger Woods saga'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-2385314139019722000</id><published>2009-12-12T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:46:41.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon - Movie</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my company's first movie night (also my first ever movie night anywhere!). It was at Cineleisure. I didn't expect to see this when we're at Level 1, near the lift~! Nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SyJzSRpjYHI/AAAAAAAADzY/4rbo5awtbaI/s1600-h/movie+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414016459865284722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SyJzSRpjYHI/AAAAAAAADzY/4rbo5awtbaI/s320/movie+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we watched New Moon. It's sometimes boring but better than the first movie... This movie does not do Robert Pattinson (Edward) justice. In my opinion, he's not really handsome. But this movie makes him ugly. The pale make up and red lips made him looks horrible. The Edward in the book is supposed to look pale but GORGEOUS! Dr Carlisle actually looks better than Edward, in my opinion. He looks elegant but Pattinson looks like he has not had enough sleep (thus the pale face) and walking around in pyjamas (actually he's wearing a shirt, unbotton most of the bottons). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No wonder the guy who acted as Jacob is so popular now. He's hot! He's not really handsome too but he's hot! He looks better than Edward in the movie. Edward's paleness is just too fake. And he's skinny. His 6 packs is not as defined as Jacob's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I dislike Bella (I don't know her real name)'s acting. She rrreally likes to look at the floor and she likes to blink a lot. It's so annoying. And when she's trying to say things to Edward and perhaps she can't find the words, she looked constipated. And I was like "Say what you want to say already for God's sake!!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually like Jacob's acting the most. Very natural. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told my colleagues I think they've shrunk 4 stories into 3 movies. But I was wrong. I checked back the plots. The third book - Eclipse, its story was so boring to me that I had no recollection of it. I only remember the 4th which Bella and Edward got married.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly I don't really like the movie series so far. But since I've watch 2 (I didnt hv to pay for New Moon else..), I guess I'll continue to watch the other 2 sequels.&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/13298673-2385314139019722000?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2385314139019722000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=2385314139019722000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2385314139019722000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2385314139019722000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon-movie.html' title='New Moon - Movie'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SyJzSRpjYHI/AAAAAAAADzY/4rbo5awtbaI/s72-c/movie+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-8346476872508588968</id><published>2009-12-11T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:05:33.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird sleep &amp; sleep paralysis</title><content type='html'>Normally, I fall asleep very fast. Most of the time, within 10min upon hitting the sack. But it's been some time now, I would say, 70% of the time, I would be awaken by nothing roughly 5 or 10min into what I call my "70%-asleep-30%-awake" sleep. I would wake up, my heart beating fast...It's really disrupting. I don't know why is this happening. I don't recall it happen when I'm in JB house. I am not sure though. I shall observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am awaken like this, my heart beats fast, as if I just had a nightmare. But I didn't have a nightmare and I hardly have nightmare. My dreams are mostly happy dreams and adventurous dreams. Whatever the reason for that, I always go back to sleep very soon, without problem. But is is nevertheless annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experience &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis" target="_blank"&gt;sleep paralysis&lt;/a&gt; (被鬼压) pretty often, as compare to others. So frequent that I got used to it. I know exactly what is happening when I experience that. I used to be very very scared when that happened. Now I am not that scared anymore, even though the "experience" became "scarier".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years back when it happened, I just saw my room and I was not able to move, no matter how I struggled and screamed (no sound coming out of my mouth of course). I had to use so much energy to wake up from that. Now, when it happens, sometimes it's not just my room that I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd see things other than the furnitures in my room. Like an old lady backfacing me. Oh wait, it's too long ago I can't remember was it during sleep paralysis happened to me or when I was actually dreaming. Anyway, I saw my room (actually one hardly dreams things exactly the way it is in real life), exactly my room, my view was exactly how I'd see things when I lay in bed. And I saw this old lady dragging a suitcase... Eventually I woke up, heart beating fast. And then I continued to sleep again. There was another dream, my view point was the same, it was how I'd see things when I lay in bed. And there was this man sitting on the far end of my bed, back facing me. (&lt;em&gt;hey wait a minute, hv I written abt this before..? can't remember&lt;/em&gt;) And it's like in the movie where the camera zooms in to his back. He was slowly turning his head... Just when his face about to turn towards me, I woke up. Whew.................. I hardly have nightmare but these are 2 of the only few. It's scary because the "background" was my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress. The most recent sleep paralysis I experienced, I was laying on my left, facing the wall. And it hit me. My brain told me I am seeing the wall, seeing the bed, seeing my hand.  And of course I couldn't move. Then I roughly see a head, between my face and the wall. I was so tired and so fed up with these... I was angry and I said "loudly" (I wasn't really saying it out.. just in my head.. since my body was asleep and brain's awake) to that "head" : "GO.TO.HELL."&lt;br /&gt;Once was not enough. I "said" it again : "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO. TO. HELL&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;"  And I was awake. And I continue sleeping as normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time sleep paralysis happens when I am really tired. But sometimes it just happens. No reason. I hope it won't happen again. It's really tiring trying to "get out" of it. If you never experienced it you probably can't imagine. It's like you're bound with ropes all over and you're gagged. And you have to use all your energy to break that rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who experienced sleep paralysis often say they were kidnapped by aliens.. No aliens have ever contacted me yet, for your record.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-8346476872508588968?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8346476872508588968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=8346476872508588968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8346476872508588968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8346476872508588968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/weird-sleep-sleep-paralysis.html' title='Weird sleep &amp; sleep paralysis'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-5065049375133797886</id><published>2009-12-02T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:37:27.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latin Aerobics</title><content type='html'>Just now 3pm went for Latin Aerobics with colleauges, our quarterly special sports event. The last one they had salsa lesson. I haven't join the company then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not do the steps along with hand movements. Hahaa.... Once I tried to do it together with hand movements, my steps will get all messed up. So I just concentrate on the foot work. The instructor was good, he's quite big size but boy he can twist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was doing it badly. But apparently I wasn't as bad as I thought I was. For the instructor, half way teaching, said to me "Wah, you're very good ah~"  COOL... haha. So happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the same instructor at the gym I go to during lunch hour. He teaches kickboxing and steps(er.. I don't know the correct name of that exercise). I didn't join his class so far as I think it's too rush. I usually just go to gym to run and cycle. He then asked me why I never join his class. Maybe I should. I do like kickboxing, but it's a bit rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Latin Aerobics was quite fun. But as usual, I don't really "let go" and twist. Still very self-conscious of how I look when I move. Also, I think it'll be easier to twist and shake your bootie when you know the steps well. I hope next time they have hip-hop or jazz dancing~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally our "Wii competition" is coming, next Tuesday. I didn't get to go gym as much as I like because I have to "man the station" during lunch hour and teach colleagues how to play, etc. I want to go gym at least 3 days a week at lunch time!! But... wah, hand washing my exercise attire is going to be so tiring..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-5065049375133797886?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5065049375133797886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=5065049375133797886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5065049375133797886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5065049375133797886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/12/latin-aerobics.html' title='Latin Aerobics'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-4102741775088682867</id><published>2009-11-27T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:20:52.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy calendar!</title><content type='html'>It's really crazy in the company. We're so "busy"! Next week we're gonna have a 2hours or so Latin Aerobic session. Next next week, on Tuesday we'll have our Wii competition from 3pm, on Wednesday we'll have badminton from 3pm, on Thursday we'll leave early for our movie night, the movie is at 5:30pm. So many schedules in my calendar! It's crazy! hahaha.. But I ain't complaining!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's coming up after these. But it's year end, everyone will be clearing their leaves, office will be really empty. And then it'll be CNY. Hope next year will be this busy with events too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-4102741775088682867?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4102741775088682867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=4102741775088682867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4102741775088682867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4102741775088682867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/busy-calendar.html' title='Busy calendar!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-4147935522812363863</id><published>2009-11-25T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:07:34.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing Queen! ...amongst three</title><content type='html'>Today we have company outing, a karaoke session. It was so fun, our site manager even surprised everyone with 4 trophies and we had karaoke competition! One for best female vocal, one for best male vocal and one for best duet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won best female vocal! Wohoa! but.. only 3 of us competing lah. hehehehehehe...... It was sort of due to time constraint as well. But it's so funny loh. At the age of 32, this year, this is my second trophy. ha! I got 2 trophies this year!! (the other one is &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/won-trophy-at-age-32.html" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;) Will I have another trophy next year, maybe? hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I sang Faye Wong's Eyes On Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sw1SJ7Oqh5I/AAAAAAAADzQ/ewVxC8_Gh-Y/s1600/DSC05759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408069058013333394" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sw1SJ7Oqh5I/AAAAAAAADzQ/ewVxC8_Gh-Y/s320/DSC05759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sw1SJrkI8BI/AAAAAAAADzI/PzTcVuhvgyY/s1600/DSC05760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408069053808439314" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sw1SJrkI8BI/AAAAAAAADzI/PzTcVuhvgyY/s320/DSC05760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can see my camera in the reflection....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trophy aside, this was a really fun night. We booked 1 big room and 4 small rooms. The colleagues with me don't really sing. So I chose the songs which are commonly known and fun to sing. Like Bee Gees, Abba, and The Beetles. And everyone could sing along~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun night. Oh, I'm repeating myself.. geez, getting old. ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-4147935522812363863?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4147935522812363863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=4147935522812363863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4147935522812363863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4147935522812363863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/singing-queen-amongst-three.html' title='Singing Queen! ...amongst three'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sw1SJ7Oqh5I/AAAAAAAADzQ/ewVxC8_Gh-Y/s72-c/DSC05759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-5795723320078316109</id><published>2009-11-23T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:31:24.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 children!</title><content type='html'>Roughly 30 children were in our office today! As I mentioned many times, today was the Bring Your Kids To Work day. It's real fun to meet our colleagues kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I can't handle a group of children above 4 years old. I can't deal with that. It's too much for me. hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was fun, it was also very tiring.... I had fun using my Sony DSLR to take their photos too. I've walked so much today, and boy, am I tired. I'm having a headache since 5pm... Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before all of us went home, one of colleagues brought her son to toilet. Her son was still holding the paper bag that they designed for a competition for the day. I thought they were heading back home since he was holding that bag. But no, he was going to the toilet. He had refused to put down that paper bag even when he's going to toilet.... So cute right? It must be a very nice memory for him, and the rest of the kids as well. I think they had quite a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it is tiring. I guess no one would volunteer for this event again in future. hahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-5795723320078316109?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5795723320078316109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=5795723320078316109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5795723320078316109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5795723320078316109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-children.html' title='30 children!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-4522899371755055354</id><published>2009-11-22T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:10:29.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple.happiness.</title><content type='html'>I'm starting the countdown till Chinese New Year, for the "spring wind" has started. It's so windy now. At 3pm just now, I was sitting at our (JB) garden, chilling and eating fruit and enjoying the wind. It was so nice, I'm telling ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the wind in my hair, watching a pair of sparrows collect dried grass back to their nest (on our roof), watching the trees sway.. insignificant as they were, these little things do make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A karaoke sessions with EK yesterday made me very happy too.Sometimes I can't believe how easy it is for me to feel happiness. Of course, one can't be happy all the time. I wish everything is all that simple, but of cos they are not. But I appreciate the times when I feel happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-4522899371755055354?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4522899371755055354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=4522899371755055354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4522899371755055354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4522899371755055354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/simplehappiness.html' title='Simple.happiness.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-3291392662141510133</id><published>2009-11-21T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:38:53.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy karaoke</title><content type='html'>Today Ek and I went karaoke, just the two of us. My uncle and brother said "HUH? Only two? What's the fun of it when there's only 2 people?" But it was fun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang a lot of songs, in 3 and a half hours. And I still felt "not enough". I could continue to sing if we have the time. Haha~ We sang a bit of new songs (we're getting outdated with the new songs!), the songs of our generations and some real oldies, like Michael Jackson's "Ben" which EK never even heard of cos this song is old! It was sung by Michael when he's about 12 yrs old. It's nearly 40 years old! Yet it still sounds so great. Every song of Michael still sounds great. And a lot of Michael's songs are in the popular list!! We sang a few more, like Heal The World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even sang Linkin Park's Numb~! It was a real fun time, we had a lot of laughs~ It was just great~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-3291392662141510133?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3291392662141510133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=3291392662141510133&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3291392662141510133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3291392662141510133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-karaoke.html' title='Happy karaoke'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-618231201541711202</id><published>2009-11-21T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:46:31.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodyworld</title><content type='html'>I went to see the &lt;a href="http://www.bodyworlds.com.sg/" target="_blank"&gt;Body Worlds Exhibition&lt;/a&gt; with my friend Jessie. It's really funny how I ended up going to this exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Jessie asked if I want to visit this exhibition about human body at Science Centre. She wasn't sure the exhibition name in English so I couldn't look it up on the net. I went to Science Ctr website but I didn't really see it. It actually has a website of its own but I didn't know then. And I have never heard of this exhibition. Neither have I saw it in newspaper nor tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, not many friends enjoy going to see (any) exhibitions, thus I was thinking, since someone asked me to go for an exhibition, I should just grab the opportunity and just go, whatever the exhibition is. hahahaha..... So I said ok, let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days later I saw it on tv, I was busy with other things, I didn't read indepth about this exhibition. I just went to the website and purchased tickets as it's got discounts if book online then. When I went home, I told my bro I was going to see this exhibition. My brother said "Disgusting." or something like that. I was like, "Huh?? What? What is disgusting? Just an exhibition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing was, I did not know it's an exhibition of real human bodies. I thought it's just wax figures. So my bro said "Yalah, real human bodies." I got absolutely excited when I heard that, "OH REALLY???! GREAT! I LIKE!" hahaha....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went with Jessie and her sister-in-law. The plastinates looked plastic. So, you really don't feel disgusted by it. They looked like they are still wet. You have to keep reminding yourself that those, those are real human being. It's really amazing, how they preserved the bodies and arranged in such aesthetical ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into the eyes of the plastinates, and reminded myself, this is a real person's eyes, that once were gleaming with life too. It's a really strange feeling. It's hard to describe, how I felt when I was standing there, looking at dead people in all sorts of postures. And I respect these people. They donated their bodies. Even though once we died, we wouldn't know, but the thought of having your own body being cut and dissected and exposed like that, is not something people will be willing to even think about, especially for Asians. Will I one day be the one who is willing to donate my body? I don't think so. I want my body to be cremated and my ashes be sprinkled into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a squid, octopus, deers, a horse and a giraffe. The horse was humongous!! Gosh... I never knew a horse can be that big. Those in the zoo, I know they are ponies, but still I never knew a horse is THAT big.......... It's scary... Looks like a dinosaur of some sort. The giraffe was huge too! And really tall. Why is it I didn't really feel anything special about giraffe when I saw it at the zoo...??? Perhaps cos we're viewing the giraffes (at the zoo) on a high rise platform...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should go and see this exhibition. It's fantastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-618231201541711202?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/618231201541711202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=618231201541711202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/618231201541711202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/618231201541711202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/bodyworld.html' title='Bodyworld'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-7433386876632445855</id><published>2009-11-21T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:43:31.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun filled week ahead?</title><content type='html'>Oh next week is going to be a "busy" work week. I said "busy", cos.. it's not all work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday will be our Bring Your Kids To Work day. As I'm one of the committees, will be running here and there. It's a whole day event. We have 30kids from 4-15 yrs old coming! I'm supposed to take photos too. I'm going to bring my DSLR and also my point and shoot... Just in case I couldn't figure out the DSLR. hahaha... I hope I won't need to resort to my point and shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Tuesday will be our Safety Day. There will be talks about safety or something by AIA people. There'll be "CPR competition". I want to join this. haha. And we get free foot massage too. I have never tried foot massage... in fact, I have NEVER tried ANY massage cos I don't really fancy it. I believe I will stop the masseur after 1 minute (bcos of the pain). hahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed evening is karaoke event. We'll probably leave office after 4pm. Can't wait to sing with my colleagues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday will be normal working days and Friday is a public holiday! So happy! Finally a public holiday!! Hooray!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-7433386876632445855?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7433386876632445855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=7433386876632445855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7433386876632445855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7433386876632445855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-filled-week-ahead.html' title='Fun filled week ahead?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-3524054799945879694</id><published>2009-11-14T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:10:35.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colourful corns!</title><content type='html'>My brother planted some different corns. It's very small, and it looks quite different from the ones we eat. It's really really bright colour. This is the yellow one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6qwlOr0hI/AAAAAAAADzA/h47X89gFiM8/s1600-h/corn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403944354495320594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6qwlOr0hI/AAAAAAAADzA/h47X89gFiM8/s320/corn1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this! A red corn!! I didn't know there's red corn! My bro said he also planted black ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6qwbRQIZI/AAAAAAAADy4/7aB2zexOehM/s1600-h/corn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403944351821734290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6qwbRQIZI/AAAAAAAADy4/7aB2zexOehM/s320/corn3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up. Seriously, this is a corn, not palm fruit or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6qwEIwwqI/AAAAAAAADyw/UCQNzb9U5Jk/s1600-h/corn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403944345612108450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6qwEIwwqI/AAAAAAAADyw/UCQNzb9U5Jk/s320/corn4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colours are really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6qvuosKZI/AAAAAAAADyo/xyfErC3GSVc/s1600-h/corn5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403944339840444818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6qvuosKZI/AAAAAAAADyo/xyfErC3GSVc/s320/corn5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Will show the black corn if we have it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-3524054799945879694?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3524054799945879694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=3524054799945879694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3524054799945879694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3524054799945879694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/colourful-corns.html' title='Colourful corns!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6qwlOr0hI/AAAAAAAADzA/h47X89gFiM8/s72-c/corn1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-7402874617151813540</id><published>2009-11-14T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:00:46.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My work station</title><content type='html'>Few weeks back, attended First Aid Course sponsored by company. Should have brought my camera there. This was taken by my mobile phone. These are the "victims". Luckily I volunteered to be the victim one task before this. This looks really ugly. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6oHNTmd3I/AAAAAAAADyg/NyjSS6pKUIA/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403941444675598194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6oHNTmd3I/AAAAAAAADyg/NyjSS6pKUIA/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my workstation, this is my cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6oG4PGaVI/AAAAAAAADyY/jae7mq5XaAA/s1600-h/office01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403941439019575634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6oG4PGaVI/AAAAAAAADyY/jae7mq5XaAA/s320/office01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought some plants to decorate my workstation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6oGsrujvI/AAAAAAAADyQ/4M4RvzRNLi0/s1600-h/office02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403941435918421746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6oGsrujvI/AAAAAAAADyQ/4M4RvzRNLi0/s320/office02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this plant because it looks like it's got red veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6oGbWZCbI/AAAAAAAADyI/8usBCYtAbWI/s1600-h/office03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403941431265528242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6oGbWZCbI/AAAAAAAADyI/8usBCYtAbWI/s320/office03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the tiny leaves, so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6oGA3N2-I/AAAAAAAADyA/TqkAg_TrkHE/s1600-h/office04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403941424155450338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6oGA3N2-I/AAAAAAAADyA/TqkAg_TrkHE/s320/office04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cactus "baby" from JB. It's so weird, because its "brother and sister" growing differently from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6nllcCYCI/AAAAAAAADx4/jsGjVbElgJA/s1600-h/office05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403940867037880354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6nllcCYCI/AAAAAAAADx4/jsGjVbElgJA/s320/office05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over one particular weekend, it suddenly grow this much! Seriously, it wasn't growing at lot before this. One Monday I came back to work, I had a shock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6nlcveEtI/AAAAAAAADxw/yCU7CC0B3Ww/s1600-h/office06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403940864703468242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6nlcveEtI/AAAAAAAADxw/yCU7CC0B3Ww/s320/office06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was over another weekend, that means after 2 weeks, it has grown "up" 1cm! Its "brother and sister" are growing side and outwards, but not "upwards"... Bro said air-cond room is ideal for cactus. I thought cactus needs a lot of sun.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6nlCmWsmI/AAAAAAAADxo/_vCYflD4Q2Q/s1600-h/office07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403940857685914210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6nlCmWsmI/AAAAAAAADxo/_vCYflD4Q2Q/s320/office07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorated my cubicle with a little Christmas tree~ Bought these from Daiso, tree $2, decoration balls $2, little Santas $2, total $6. So cute, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6nkpKyapI/AAAAAAAADxg/IIXpHl_5AdA/s1600-h/office09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403940850859403922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6nkpKyapI/AAAAAAAADxg/IIXpHl_5AdA/s320/office09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And! My KING - Michael. Angel bought me this magnet. I stick it on my partition so I can look at him everyday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6nkWy3K9I/AAAAAAAADxY/_ftYEq6gVJA/s1600-h/office10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403940845927214034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6nkWy3K9I/AAAAAAAADxY/_ftYEq6gVJA/s320/office10.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/13298673-7402874617151813540?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7402874617151813540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=7402874617151813540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7402874617151813540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7402874617151813540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-work-station.html' title='My work station'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sv6oHNTmd3I/AAAAAAAADyg/NyjSS6pKUIA/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-6879882820601894064</id><published>2009-11-06T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:53:13.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another letter to Reader's Digest</title><content type='html'>I subscribed to Discovery Magazine last year. Little did I know that it is a magazine managed under Reader's Digest. If I KNEW, I would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;have subscribed it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I would rather go to bookstore to buy it every month, because &lt;a href="http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-loathe-readers-digest.html" target="_blank"&gt;I loathe Reader's Digest&lt;/a&gt;. As I mentioned before, I hate their marketing tactic, telling you you have won RMxxx,xxx.00 in their every mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My subscription started from Aug 08. In March 2009, the book dealer's(I think not directly from Reader's Digest) staff called me and told me my subscription is going to expire soon and asked if I want to renew. I was like ...????? It was March! My subscription is supposed to end in Aug 09!!! I told him : No. And I don't intend to renew it at all since RD started bombarding me with their stupid mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received the magazine and in it, the usual "you can win RMxxx,xxx.00" letter and also a part asking me to pay for the renewal. I am really pissed. So, I wrote them an email :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My name is Ng Wei Li. I received a letter from RD asking me to pay RM149 to renew my subscription of Discovery Magazine. In your letter it was stated "&lt;em&gt;A few weeks ago, with your last issue of Discovery Channel Magazine, I wrote to remind you that your subscription to the magazine would be continued as promised for a further year&lt;/em&gt;..." .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received no such letter. There was no letter enclosed with the magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously a staff from Transforma Sdn Bhd has called me and asked if I'd like to continue my subscription and I gave him a clear answer : no. It should therefore be rightly considered that I am stopping my subscription after the last issue of my 1 year subscription. I had never agreed that "&lt;em&gt;my subscription be continued unless instructed otherwise&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT wish to continue my subscription for Discovery Magazine. Please cancel my subscription immediately. Should you want me to return the magazine I just received I would be more than happy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, RD's email address is : friends@rdasia.com.my. &lt;strong&gt;I ain't wanna be no friends with Reader's Digest, I'm telling ya&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week or so, I discovered a new magazine, published in Singapore but it's under BBC. It's called "Knowledge". I'd be much happier to subscribe to this instead. It's a pity that Discovery Magazine is published under Reader's Digest, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;such a pity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-6879882820601894064?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6879882820601894064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=6879882820601894064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6879882820601894064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6879882820601894064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-letter-to-readers-digest.html' title='Another letter to Reader&apos;s Digest'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-2263387191095497915</id><published>2009-11-05T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:33:54.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2 months!</title><content type='html'>How time flies! I have worked in this new company for over 2 months and 2 happy months those were! I hope there'll be many many many happy months ahead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just joined here 2 months, and there had been so many activities and courses. I feel like a frog that's just came out of a well.. so this is how it feels to work in a big and people-oriented company!! It feels great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have attended Business Writing course, Defensive Driving course, First Aid course. And we've had Mentoring session at Hilton. And we've had bowling, badminton session. And we're playing Wii during lunch time. I'm one of the organizer, we're going to have Wii competition in the company. And we're gonna have Bring Your Kids To Work day, it's a full day event. And we're gonna have another development workshop at Botanic Garden. My colleague said, so many events and courses and workshops.. there's not enough time to work! ahahahahahha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important thing other than these "extra benefits" is, I like my job functions. My superiors and most colleagues are nice. There's nothing more I can ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-2263387191095497915?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2263387191095497915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=2263387191095497915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2263387191095497915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2263387191095497915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-2-months.html' title='Happy 2 months!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-7794279081207526276</id><published>2009-10-30T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T01:12:41.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson This Is It movie</title><content type='html'>Finally, Michael Jackson This Is It unveiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael was happy, focus, enjoying every minute of rehearsing for the concert. Well, I don't know the truth behind, but at least he looked like he's happy. He was brilliant, the dancers were brilliant, the whole team was brilliant, the creativity, everything, AMAZING!! Just SPEECHLESS... I miss Michael so much. Michael, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would cry but I didn't, because Michael looked happy and I am happy for him. I am still mourning over his death, to tell you the truth. I still listen to his songs every other day if not every day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the movie, there were a few groups of Caucasians and they made a lot of cheering, which was really nice. We saw the funny side of Michael, the polite Michael, the extremely talented Michael, the kind hearted Michael... Michael is truly an angel. He had always been so polite, since he was a little kid, so kind, so much love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gave the movie a round of applause at the end. Everyone didn't want to leave the theatre when it finished and was showing the credits and crews... Everyone just couldn't bear to leave the theatre, leave Michael.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is still aching. But at least he looked happy.. before he died...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-7794279081207526276?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7794279081207526276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=7794279081207526276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7794279081207526276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7794279081207526276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/michael-jackson-this-is-it-movie.html' title='Michael Jackson This Is It movie'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-1296865851145965947</id><published>2009-10-28T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:12:01.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A 6 year-old</title><content type='html'>A 6 year-old girl Elena in Chicago, had only few days left to live. Too sick to speak, she hid notes and drawings all over her house telling her parents and her sister again and again 'I love you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from Straitstimes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena's parents found the first notes in a backpack. Others were hidden between books on the bookshelf, in the corner of their dresser drawers, between dishes in the china cabinet or between photos stacked away in boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We started to collect them and they would all say 'I love you Mom, Dad and Grace'. We kept finding them, and still to this day, we keep finding them,' Mr Keith Desserich told WLWT television in their hometown of Cincinnati, Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Literally, there are hundreds of notes that we found.' Mr Desserich and his wife Brooke each hold onto a sealed note they've never opened. 'We always want to know that there's one more note that we haven't read yet,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unquote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How touching... She's just 6 years old... My eyes were wet upon reading this news... She left a very very good memory for her family. May she rests in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-1296865851145965947?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1296865851145965947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=1296865851145965947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/1296865851145965947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/1296865851145965947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/6-year-old-girl-elena-in-chicago-had.html' title='A 6 year-old'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-6420292391993125935</id><published>2009-10-17T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:06:06.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first DSLR photos!</title><content type='html'>Got my DSLR on Thu! Have been snap snap snap all the time~ Yesterday reached home late so only got to try the camera at night. Took a shot in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Stnaoa447xI/AAAAAAAADw0/O2X8HTzW2b8/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393582416700436242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Stnaoa447xI/AAAAAAAADw0/O2X8HTzW2b8/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, can't wait to go out and take photos. I WANT a macro lens. This was taken by the 55-200mm lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnanwHG7gI/AAAAAAAADws/hhghJt6EfqM/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393582405217349122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnanwHG7gI/AAAAAAAADws/hhghJt6EfqM/s320/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnanviEELI/AAAAAAAADwk/2vwOdSWFYuQ/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393582405061972146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnanviEELI/AAAAAAAADwk/2vwOdSWFYuQ/s320/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My main interest, is really macro loh. This is as close as I can get using 18-55mm lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnanAz6ZEI/AAAAAAAADwc/-t3yX6gFg1s/s1600-h/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393582392520369218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnanAz6ZEI/AAAAAAAADwc/-t3yX6gFg1s/s320/DSC00160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Stnam-iAVBI/AAAAAAAADwU/kCQWUXwcxbo/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393582391908389906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Stnam-iAVBI/AAAAAAAADwU/kCQWUXwcxbo/s320/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I use a DSLR, amazed by the clarity of the photos!!! And it's so fast and steady, hardly any photos are blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnaXmNJ86I/AAAAAAAADwM/-pgMQ8xXg-M/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393582127680451490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnaXmNJ86I/AAAAAAAADwM/-pgMQ8xXg-M/s320/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weird fellow, funny looking right? Got a bird's beak, HUGE eyes and furry tail...... REALLY REALLY weird lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnaXSLOptI/AAAAAAAADwE/VvYWNHorjgw/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393582122303661778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnaXSLOptI/AAAAAAAADwE/VvYWNHorjgw/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think probably this is the male or female of the same insect. They got same eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnaXMvWsrI/AAAAAAAADv8/UNn7grIwXI8/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393582120844571314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnaXMvWsrI/AAAAAAAADv8/UNn7grIwXI8/s320/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnaWjBq2HI/AAAAAAAADv0/AvUG7kfKFs8/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393582109647100018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnaWjBq2HI/AAAAAAAADv0/AvUG7kfKFs8/s320/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnaWOGcrlI/AAAAAAAADvs/RdRbnY4RbDQ/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393582104029998674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnaWOGcrlI/AAAAAAAADvs/RdRbnY4RbDQ/s320/DSC00261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the telephoto lens I was finally able to capture photos of lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnZakNqiEI/AAAAAAAADvc/mIu1g5EoTZk/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393581079173695554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnZakNqiEI/AAAAAAAADvc/mIu1g5EoTZk/s320/DSC00277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnZaKVOeZI/AAAAAAAADvU/1PTMv_0SnZ0/s1600-h/DSC00339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393581072226089362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnZaKVOeZI/AAAAAAAADvU/1PTMv_0SnZ0/s320/DSC00339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnZZgfLo2I/AAAAAAAADvM/mKxejmbcFE4/s1600-h/DSC00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393581060993557346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnZZgfLo2I/AAAAAAAADvM/mKxejmbcFE4/s320/DSC00342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background not dark enough, doesn't stand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnZZJMeLQI/AAAAAAAADvE/XSnwVgwCCe4/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393581054741064962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StnZZJMeLQI/AAAAAAAADvE/XSnwVgwCCe4/s320/DSC00364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So tired keep squeezing my left eye so that I can take photos with my right eye on the viewfinder. Using LCD screen to take photo is more comfy but can see better with viewfinder. Finally I understand why people like to take photos with viewfinder. I am unable to just shut one eye lid, some people are born with this ability. So enviousssssssssssss, so jealoussssssssssss.... I'm going to have more wrinkle's on my left eye................................ sob sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love photography!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-6420292391993125935?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6420292391993125935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=6420292391993125935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6420292391993125935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6420292391993125935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-dslr-photos.html' title='My first DSLR photos!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Stnaoa447xI/AAAAAAAADw0/O2X8HTzW2b8/s72-c/DSC00104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-5929456282513489418</id><published>2009-10-11T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:35:12.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizard rescue mission!</title><content type='html'>We put a fly trap that's full of glue on the floor. It's very very sticky. A lot of flies got stuck onto it which is really good!! But this morning, a house lizard got stuck onto that paper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So poor thing... It must be really fast because it's not half body but whole body stuck onto the fly trap. It must have struggled a lot when it got stuck. When I tried to free it from the fly trap it didn't struggle a lot. The paper is really really sticky, luckily it's not toxic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its claws are so fragile.... I had to be really careful.. After I removed one claw I put tissue beneath so not to get stuck again. The toughest part was its abdomen area... The skin was really thin. I think it must be in pain...&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it was still alive. But after I removed it and placed it on my hand it didn't move much.. Guess it was really really tired.... I then placed the lizard on wet floor so to make the tissue and glue to go away. It started moving after a few seconds and soon it ran away~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StF6jBxfJ1I/AAAAAAAADu8/V7jcWxBtcVw/s1600-h/DSC05694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391224971129202514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StF6jBxfJ1I/AAAAAAAADu8/V7jcWxBtcVw/s320/DSC05694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wonder whether it can still climb on the wall though......................&lt;/p&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/13298673-5929456282513489418?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5929456282513489418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=5929456282513489418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5929456282513489418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5929456282513489418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/lizard-rescue-mission.html' title='Lizard rescue mission!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StF6jBxfJ1I/AAAAAAAADu8/V7jcWxBtcVw/s72-c/DSC05694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-2922140997937433265</id><published>2009-10-10T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:39:06.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Airway SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>Tiger Airway SUCKS BIG TIME!! Don't EVER buy Tiger tickets AGAIN! NEVER! They are a fraud!!! #*(&amp;amp;#$^$#*%&amp;amp;#$()#*$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promo several months ago offered very cheap tickets, with tax only $12 to Kota Kinabalu and other cities. So I bought tickets to Kota Kinabalu and also to Kuching. The tickets to Kota Kinabalu sold out in 2 days or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long later, the flights to KK had been cancelled completely!!! Without any reason. Of course airline has the right to cancel flights. But the tickets were all sold out, they can't say the flight is not full and they have no choice buy to cancel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's like you announced very attractive offer of your products, when customers came and want to buy, you throw them all out of your shop. What the fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are of course, people who have bought the tickets and booked and paid for hotel. And of cos they are pissed but there's nothing we can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my Kuching trip was supposed to be on 31 Oct, today is 10 Oct and now they are telling us our flight timing has changed! And it's either we go on Sun, Mon back or Wed back..What's the point of going there for 1 night?! And it's not worth it to go Kuching and use up 3 days of leave! What the fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will ask for refund. And look at this, the call centre numbers are in gray and soooooooooo tiny. I have trouble reading the numbers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StB8i4jRwJI/AAAAAAAADu0/FZM42M7tvVY/s1600-h/tigersucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390945692700229778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StB8i4jRwJI/AAAAAAAADu0/FZM42M7tvVY/s320/tigersucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tiger &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUCKS&lt;/span&gt; BIG TIME!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG TIME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WILL NEVER BUY TIGER AGAIN EVEN IF IT'S FREE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-2922140997937433265?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2922140997937433265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=2922140997937433265&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2922140997937433265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2922140997937433265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/tiger-airway-sucks.html' title='Tiger Airway SUCKS!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/StB8i4jRwJI/AAAAAAAADu0/FZM42M7tvVY/s72-c/tigersucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-5352698905945443935</id><published>2009-10-07T22:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:24:09.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton players!!</title><content type='html'>Digged out my old photos including photos with badminton players!!! Don't laugh ok, I was really fat.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashid Sidek!! I was a part time promoter selling tissue at Parkson Dept Store. Rashid Sidek came for some promotion and I went and see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsyjXBS_UgI/AAAAAAAADus/YVCPvWiZOsg/s1600-h/img023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389862469936042498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsyjXBS_UgI/AAAAAAAADus/YVCPvWiZOsg/s320/img023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you believe it, when he's leaving, getting down on escalator, I passed him a note : "I will support you forever! "&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/laughing.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/laughing.gif" /&gt; And he looked at me with a very er.. dunno-what-to-do-or-say look. hahahaha. And the fact is.... I never supported him for that long. kekekeke...&lt;br /&gt;Soo Beng Kiang~~ love him. But the way him and CHeah Soon Kit played were just too defensive and passive. Can you believe this was 15 years ago??!!!! GOSHHH.. i'm so old..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsyjWkcc2RI/AAAAAAAADuk/pVuj95NGFlY/s1600-h/img024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389862462191098130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsyjWkcc2RI/AAAAAAAADuk/pVuj95NGFlY/s320/img024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ong.......... Ong what ah? Forgot leh. hehehehe.. He was the most handsome Malaysian players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsyjWfzrb0I/AAAAAAAADuc/U6aaH4IhAxg/s1600-h/img025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389862460946345794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsyjWfzrb0I/AAAAAAAADuc/U6aaH4IhAxg/s320/img025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot his name too. Look at what I was holding, a diary, MY BIBLE!!!! And I can't find my bible!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/sad2.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/sad2.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/sad2.gif" /&gt; It has got all the players' autograph in it!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't even know when it was missing! Only last month I tried looking for it, very confidently thought it's with other diaries. But it wasn't!!!!!!!!!!!! GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm sooooo fucking sad I can't find it!!! DAMN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsyjV1_ioMI/AAAAAAAADuU/QcXMcULOfUM/s1600-h/img026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389862449721811138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsyjV1_ioMI/AAAAAAAADuU/QcXMcULOfUM/s320/img026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christensen or something is it? I forgot.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsyjVQJuUOI/AAAAAAAADuM/3VirmDCMCeE/s1600-h/img027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389862439563972834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsyjVQJuUOI/AAAAAAAADuM/3VirmDCMCeE/s320/img027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish my diary will somehow reappear again... &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/sad2.gif" /&gt; so sad.... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/13298673-5352698905945443935?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5352698905945443935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=5352698905945443935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5352698905945443935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5352698905945443935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/badminton-players.html' title='Badminton players!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsyjXBS_UgI/AAAAAAAADus/YVCPvWiZOsg/s72-c/img023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-7027292740214422901</id><published>2009-10-05T22:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:02:01.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old time photos</title><content type='html'>My bro finally bought a printer which is also a scanner. So I scanned our old time photos~ Look, my parents' wedding picture. My dad's quite handsome right? My mum not bad also.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoEixcfkwI/AAAAAAAADuE/OtTJCk1C0Oo/s1600-h/img014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389124899537130242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoEixcfkwI/AAAAAAAADuE/OtTJCk1C0Oo/s320/img014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me, in blue er... cloth diapers maybe. My bro holding my hand, my bro's ever so doting of me, since we were very little~ That's my dad on the left. But that's not our car, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoEijEHDmI/AAAAAAAADt8/78mEp-MLJfg/s1600-h/img001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389124895676763746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoEijEHDmI/AAAAAAAADt8/78mEp-MLJfg/s320/img001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sitting on the car, wasn't I a sweetie? &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/biggrin.gif" /&gt; A sweetie with BIG head and very little hair. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoEiN6j0qI/AAAAAAAADt0/MldoBLLoaLY/s1600-h/img002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389124889999561378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoEiN6j0qI/AAAAAAAADt0/MldoBLLoaLY/s320/img002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was very cute too~ I love this picture. Although my head is very big (am I supposed to use present tense or past tense... ? Since I am still ALIVE..? and my head is STILL big..LOL), I think I am very cute in this pic. kekekeke... Click for bigger image and see. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoD1WpGJRI/AAAAAAAADtk/__oShw9KS-k/s1600-h/img006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389124119248119058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoD1WpGJRI/AAAAAAAADtk/__oShw9KS-k/s320/img006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is at my godmother's house. You know what, I was what.. 2 yrs old? I think I remember this time when I sat there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoD1Poyc4I/AAAAAAAADtc/mSZdtwlZ3qQ/s1600-h/img007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389124117367780226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoD1Poyc4I/AAAAAAAADtc/mSZdtwlZ3qQ/s320/img007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't remember this doll.. My youngest aunt made me that hat. Again, ain't I a beauty? wahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoD0RtEIBI/AAAAAAAADtM/Rtpy8RWwC8U/s1600-h/img009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389124100742717458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoD0RtEIBI/AAAAAAAADtM/Rtpy8RWwC8U/s320/img009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a very kiasu person since little.. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/biggrin.gif" /&gt; One hand drumstick, one hand cake.. On my right was my cousin TauHong who just got married. We are 2 years apart. Can't tell right?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoD15F6ohI/AAAAAAAADts/N1BAj5OMBiI/s1600-h/img003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389124128495804946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoD15F6ohI/AAAAAAAADts/N1BAj5OMBiI/s320/img003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I definitely remember. My mother made me this clothes. She made all my dresses when I was little. I loved all the dresses my mum made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoD0kvZplI/AAAAAAAADtU/Og-avXhLT-A/s1600-h/img008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389124105852790354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoD0kvZplI/AAAAAAAADtU/Og-avXhLT-A/s320/img008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah,the cutest sweetie.. LOL. Far right is me, cute hor? &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/biggrin.gif" /&gt;(This post is full of narcissism..) To my right, my 表姨, then my bro, then a very haolian looking boy whom I don't really know who he is. This is at my grandpa's house, I loved going there. And my mum or my dad made me that pants. I vividly remember this scene. Gosh, these are really great memories I don't ever want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoCZMRCURI/AAAAAAAADtE/XMo0dZPC890/s1600-h/img010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389122535914885394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoCZMRCURI/AAAAAAAADtE/XMo0dZPC890/s320/img010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad at our shop 2 decades ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoCYszvplI/AAAAAAAADs8/zCA7KyB1JTY/s1600-h/img011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389122527470528082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoCYszvplI/AAAAAAAADs8/zCA7KyB1JTY/s320/img011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my mum painted my fingernails and toenails and my second uncle didn't like it and sort of wanted to scold us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoCX6DtgFI/AAAAAAAADss/kgjKSGJrMiA/s1600-h/img013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389122513847287890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoCX6DtgFI/AAAAAAAADss/kgjKSGJrMiA/s320/img013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We at Singapore Zoo. I always hold my bro's hand everywhere we went, until my early twenties. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoCXj7V1WI/AAAAAAAADsk/MyzSfULSm0o/s1600-h/img012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389122507906602338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoCXj7V1WI/AAAAAAAADsk/MyzSfULSm0o/s320/img012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Childhood time is the best.... If only we can turn back the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I still think I was an extremely cute kid. AAAAHAHAHAHA....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-7027292740214422901?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7027292740214422901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=7027292740214422901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7027292740214422901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7027292740214422901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-time-photos.html' title='Old time photos'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SsoEixcfkwI/AAAAAAAADuE/OtTJCk1C0Oo/s72-c/img014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-7648508930671629085</id><published>2009-10-04T13:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:07:59.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Autumn Festival 2009</title><content type='html'>It's mid autumn festival~ We were going to play with lanterns and eat mooncakes and stuff. But.. the weather was not cooperative. It was cloudy and rained the whole evening till 8+pm. And the moon was not in view AT ALL... What a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg2lDBrxhI/AAAAAAAADsc/wapUFvMJRv4/s1600-h/DSC05599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388616964244227602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg2lDBrxhI/AAAAAAAADsc/wapUFvMJRv4/s320/DSC05599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YY with a new hairstyle and spec. I like your spec!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg2k3osOpI/AAAAAAAADsU/Y9tTiporWTk/s1600-h/DSC05602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388616961186609810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg2k3osOpI/AAAAAAAADsU/Y9tTiporWTk/s320/DSC05602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha's boyfriend didn't come but brought us macademia nuts. Thanks, Fadric! (Did I spell it correct? Or is it Fedric?) Mooncakes sponsored by YY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg2UjjsMJI/AAAAAAAADsM/CdTMcsDIZdI/s1600-h/DSC05603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388616680919019666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg2UjjsMJI/AAAAAAAADsM/CdTMcsDIZdI/s320/DSC05603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YY and Jacky. All of a sudden I forgot Jacky's name... Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg2UIzjyyI/AAAAAAAADsE/PlRA73kVQO4/s1600-h/DSC05606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388616673737820962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg2UIzjyyI/AAAAAAAADsE/PlRA73kVQO4/s320/DSC05606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered pizzas. Regular size pizza is really small... The coleslaw tasted HORRIBLE. We threw it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg2TlKk3uI/AAAAAAAADr8/LOtBaDNX8E0/s1600-h/DSC05608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388616664170684130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg2TlKk3uI/AAAAAAAADr8/LOtBaDNX8E0/s320/DSC05608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST, Angel and Xuan Xi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg2TQEMHvI/AAAAAAAADr0/T3jqSPZjEr0/s1600-h/DSC05610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388616658506751730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg2TQEMHvI/AAAAAAAADr0/T3jqSPZjEr0/s320/DSC05610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos taken without tripod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg2SyrcowI/AAAAAAAADrs/zU3vA33t0X0/s1600-h/DSC05613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388616650618348290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg2SyrcowI/AAAAAAAADrs/zU3vA33t0X0/s320/DSC05613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lanterns sponsored by Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg19JbiSqI/AAAAAAAADrk/ru5pX5zmFfA/s1600-h/DSC05614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388616278768503458" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg19JbiSqI/AAAAAAAADrk/ru5pX5zmFfA/s320/DSC05614.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg18b3NDRI/AAAAAAAADrc/CQijYU0Kx0A/s1600-h/DSC05616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388616266536520978" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg18b3NDRI/AAAAAAAADrc/CQijYU0Kx0A/s320/DSC05616.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg17_NP7YI/AAAAAAAADrU/Ji5-kE0L_FM/s1600-h/DSC05617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388616258844355970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg17_NP7YI/AAAAAAAADrU/Ji5-kE0L_FM/s320/DSC05617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos taken with tripod. YY, KR, Natasha. (click to view bigger size)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg17tkgytI/AAAAAAAADrM/3koV0pb6Pho/s1600-h/DSC05620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388616254110091986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg17tkgytI/AAAAAAAADrM/3koV0pb6Pho/s320/DSC05620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg16zg7sRI/AAAAAAAADrE/NvfyztmzQwU/s1600-h/DSC05621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388616238525821202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg16zg7sRI/AAAAAAAADrE/NvfyztmzQwU/s320/DSC05621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The colour of the photos are quite nice right? I just love Sony although this point n shoot is not very good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1ol4Dy1I/AAAAAAAADq8/mAk-RVQxQak/s1600-h/DSC05622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388615925627079506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1ol4Dy1I/AAAAAAAADq8/mAk-RVQxQak/s320/DSC05622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1oNuf4GI/AAAAAAAADq0/SLOl58iSUfs/s1600-h/DSC05625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388615919144525922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1oNuf4GI/AAAAAAAADq0/SLOl58iSUfs/s320/DSC05625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatty Xuan Xi with lots of expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1ngKJ5HI/AAAAAAAADqs/fdA38fKDEBQ/s1600-h/DSC05628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388615906912494706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1ngKJ5HI/AAAAAAAADqs/fdA38fKDEBQ/s320/DSC05628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1nEWOkBI/AAAAAAAADqk/APiOqPqxKbQ/s1600-h/DSC05629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388615899446939666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1nEWOkBI/AAAAAAAADqk/APiOqPqxKbQ/s320/DSC05629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adults blowing bubbles. hehehe.. You can see the "track" of the bubbles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1m0oGXCI/AAAAAAAADqc/KadEpqtKtro/s1600-h/DSC05637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388615895226932258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1m0oGXCI/AAAAAAAADqc/KadEpqtKtro/s320/DSC05637.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1PMEo1II/AAAAAAAADqU/QMgGNThz_hE/s1600-h/DSC05639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388615489203786882" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1PMEo1II/AAAAAAAADqU/QMgGNThz_hE/s320/DSC05639.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah ghost! hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1O12Ca7I/AAAAAAAADqM/R6kRo23lqwU/s1600-h/DSC05641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388615483236969394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1O12Ca7I/AAAAAAAADqM/R6kRo23lqwU/s320/DSC05641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how easy eerie photos can be achieved. There's XuanXi's head and hands (he was trying to catch the bubbles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1ORE8-HI/AAAAAAAADqE/zgtt978rFKE/s1600-h/DSC05644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388615473367414898" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1ORE8-HI/AAAAAAAADqE/zgtt978rFKE/s320/DSC05644.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1N7eUUEI/AAAAAAAADp8/e6Y_IDq1e1Y/s1600-h/DSC05645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388615467568222274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1N7eUUEI/AAAAAAAADp8/e6Y_IDq1e1Y/s320/DSC05645.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy mid autumn festival~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1NLgSvNI/AAAAAAAADp0/nTPHJQING_M/s1600-h/DSC05645b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388615454691605714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg1NLgSvNI/AAAAAAAADp0/nTPHJQING_M/s320/DSC05645b.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/13298673-7648508930671629085?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7648508930671629085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=7648508930671629085&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7648508930671629085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7648508930671629085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/mid-autumn-festival-2009.html' title='Mid Autumn Festival 2009'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssg2lDBrxhI/AAAAAAAADsc/wapUFvMJRv4/s72-c/DSC05599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-6338842128521335641</id><published>2009-10-04T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:25:05.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature (3)</title><content type='html'>Check this out. I was weeding grass in the garden.  That's my finger. And that, is tiny flowers of one of the unwanted grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssgv3liHerI/AAAAAAAADpk/taCfr0BhbG0/s1600-h/DSC05593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388609586163317426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssgv3liHerI/AAAAAAAADpk/taCfr0BhbG0/s320/DSC05593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how tiny the flowers are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssgv3N8zJlI/AAAAAAAADpc/SCi6WjSFX7Q/s1600-h/DSC05594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388609579832780370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssgv3N8zJlI/AAAAAAAADpc/SCi6WjSFX7Q/s320/DSC05594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnified it. Pretty, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssgv4EYFQXI/AAAAAAAADps/xoSscqvxi1s/s1600-h/DSC05591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388609594442727794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssgv4EYFQXI/AAAAAAAADps/xoSscqvxi1s/s320/DSC05591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of the weeding and I lied down on the picnic mat and just looked around. And look what I found!  A seedling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssgv2mXJY3I/AAAAAAAADpU/tEItIgU2G8M/s1600-h/DSC05595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388609569205871474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssgv2mXJY3I/AAAAAAAADpU/tEItIgU2G8M/s320/DSC05595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was the seedling of the same grass in the photos above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssgv2RKjZ9I/AAAAAAAADpM/uPO14T61g1o/s1600-h/DSC05596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388609563515906002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssgv2RKjZ9I/AAAAAAAADpM/uPO14T61g1o/s320/DSC05596.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/13298673-6338842128521335641?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6338842128521335641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=6338842128521335641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6338842128521335641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6338842128521335641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/10/nature-3.html' title='Nature (3)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Ssgv3liHerI/AAAAAAAADpk/taCfr0BhbG0/s72-c/DSC05593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-2926223211137363658</id><published>2009-09-27T21:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:20:12.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature (2)</title><content type='html'>This spider, is golden/orange. It's nearly 1cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9wP-O0mDI/AAAAAAAADpE/SCcOJjPtjGs/s1600-h/garden22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386147099063916594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9wP-O0mDI/AAAAAAAADpE/SCcOJjPtjGs/s320/garden22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited and it looked up at me! Look at its big black eyes. The eyes are just sooooo pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9wC_8q11I/AAAAAAAADo8/xubbFx5Z28s/s1600-h/garden23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386146876186351442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9wC_8q11I/AAAAAAAADo8/xubbFx5Z28s/s320/garden23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall but I think this is another spider. Side view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9wCf2YpeI/AAAAAAAADo0/NX3KCJ7RZmo/s1600-h/garden24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386146867570058722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9wCf2YpeI/AAAAAAAADo0/NX3KCJ7RZmo/s320/garden24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unknown bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9wBz6QxEI/AAAAAAAADos/-jgrsPtRmrU/s1600-h/garden25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386146855775159362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9wBz6QxEI/AAAAAAAADos/-jgrsPtRmrU/s320/garden25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9wBmlI8LI/AAAAAAAADok/tF_Fv9yHHhE/s1600-h/garden26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386146852196905138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9wBmlI8LI/AAAAAAAADok/tF_Fv9yHHhE/s320/garden26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another spider. This is not that pretty as the eyes are white and not prominent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9wBAcV5YI/AAAAAAAADoc/b4Q2Z7DXQ8E/s1600-h/garden27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386146841959458178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9wBAcV5YI/AAAAAAAADoc/b4Q2Z7DXQ8E/s320/garden27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poor one has lost some of its legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9utR46cMI/AAAAAAAADoU/CNe0DdYcRkw/s1600-h/garden28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386145403533684930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9utR46cMI/AAAAAAAADoU/CNe0DdYcRkw/s320/garden28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly caterpillars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9us537QwI/AAAAAAAADoM/EAYhuRIohyY/s1600-h/garden29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386145397087093506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9us537QwI/AAAAAAAADoM/EAYhuRIohyY/s320/garden29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look closely and you'll see its big brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9usvxRJfI/AAAAAAAADoE/vQ8ncGZu9Kk/s1600-h/garden30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386145394374813170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9usvxRJfI/AAAAAAAADoE/vQ8ncGZu9Kk/s320/garden30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another caterpillar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9usNgVcQI/AAAAAAAADn8/Ybp39nL_elY/s1600-h/garden31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386145385176985858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9usNgVcQI/AAAAAAAADn8/Ybp39nL_elY/s320/garden31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9ur10xSWI/AAAAAAAADn0/tZq5klh4VsQ/s1600-h/garden32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386145378820245858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9ur10xSWI/AAAAAAAADn0/tZq5klh4VsQ/s320/garden32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tvpF7LOI/AAAAAAAADns/WtFPt18YZWA/s1600-h/garden33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386144344610385122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tvpF7LOI/AAAAAAAADns/WtFPt18YZWA/s320/garden33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get tired of spider eyes!! (remember to click to see bigger photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tvD75ZyI/AAAAAAAADnk/lYOVASZBVIc/s1600-h/garden34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386144334636214050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tvD75ZyI/AAAAAAAADnk/lYOVASZBVIc/s320/garden34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another. This one was trying to hunt flies. It kept sneaking behind the flies but the flies got away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tutWdVtI/AAAAAAAADnc/VF47gjZ3E_k/s1600-h/garden35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386144328573605586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tutWdVtI/AAAAAAAADnc/VF47gjZ3E_k/s320/garden35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one here was very very small, about 3-4mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tuXY8BSI/AAAAAAAADnU/l0DYfdQWVHc/s1600-h/garden36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386144322678424866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tuXY8BSI/AAAAAAAADnU/l0DYfdQWVHc/s320/garden36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its body was still a bit transparent so I think it's still a baby. The dots on another leave were aphids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tuOjghlI/AAAAAAAADnM/VoY2r8d_cgo/s1600-h/garden37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386144320306841170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tuOjghlI/AAAAAAAADnM/VoY2r8d_cgo/s320/garden37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is that huh~? The best was it wasn't scared by me so I managed to take such photos. It was so fun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tMx-jMfI/AAAAAAAADnE/UpY8_Z4vypI/s1600-h/garden38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386143745699951090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tMx-jMfI/AAAAAAAADnE/UpY8_Z4vypI/s320/garden38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ants' round table meeting. hahahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tMTgU5RI/AAAAAAAADm8/aD1KJe61zp4/s1600-h/garden39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386143737520121106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tMTgU5RI/AAAAAAAADm8/aD1KJe61zp4/s320/garden39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random shot. Me walking towards Jurong MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tL3qXxBI/AAAAAAAADm0/IDOkXykRMsY/s1600-h/garden40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386143730046059538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tL3qXxBI/AAAAAAAADm0/IDOkXykRMsY/s320/garden40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what this is? I discovered this while I was lying on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tLYP6SxI/AAAAAAAADms/JMBz7C1318s/s1600-h/garden41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386143721613576978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tLYP6SxI/AAAAAAAADms/JMBz7C1318s/s320/garden41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnified it. It's some kind of fungus~! Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tLMFi5lI/AAAAAAAADmk/LBR95i7EneE/s1600-h/garden42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386143718348875346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9tLMFi5lI/AAAAAAAADmk/LBR95i7EneE/s320/garden42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm in love with our garden~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-2926223211137363658?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2926223211137363658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=2926223211137363658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2926223211137363658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2926223211137363658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/nature-2.html' title='Nature (2)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9wP-O0mDI/AAAAAAAADpE/SCcOJjPtjGs/s72-c/garden22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-6489569338151416985</id><published>2009-09-27T20:55:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:24:29.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature (1)</title><content type='html'>I've always got so many photos of plants and bugs so I decided to name every post about them :"Nature" plus a number. Else I always have to think of a title.. I've got 40+ photos for this post. I separated them into 2 posts instead of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pitcher plant. I love pitcher plant, they are just so cute. I bought one before and it died pretty fast. My bro and his friends went somewhere ulu and picked some back. But they died soon after too. My bro's friend Yong Sheng heard from my bro that I love pitcher plant and gave us one healthy little pitcher plant! HOw nice is he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9kCeyoAiI/AAAAAAAADl0/xsF15asVS44/s1600-h/garden01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386133673146319394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9kCeyoAiI/AAAAAAAADl0/xsF15asVS44/s320/garden01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Furthermore this is a smaller species with small and round "pitfall trap", so it's very adorable.&lt;br /&gt;There are dead ants in the pitfall trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9j5IEYw_I/AAAAAAAADls/LLYq0NqCryY/s1600-h/garden02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386133512427979762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9j5IEYw_I/AAAAAAAADls/LLYq0NqCryY/s320/garden02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9j4grZffI/AAAAAAAADlk/it_LzgqMfgk/s1600-h/garden03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386133501854186994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9j4grZffI/AAAAAAAADlk/it_LzgqMfgk/s320/garden03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what this is? This is a type of orchid. I don't know the name. The orchid that were to blossom is very tiny. There's no flower yet in this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9j4TrIazI/AAAAAAAADlc/t2b-9u--R0w/s1600-h/garden04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386133498363407154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9j4TrIazI/AAAAAAAADlc/t2b-9u--R0w/s320/garden04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a mini air plant which doesn't need soil. This is a fully grown plant, won't grow any bigger. Cute ain't it? Both the tiny orchid and this tiny air plant, were given to me by my bro's friend Yong Seng when he saw that I can't stop marvelling at the cuteness of these plants. hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9j3w2H4sI/AAAAAAAADlU/L-seqxuAFDE/s1600-h/garden05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386133489014268610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9j3w2H4sI/AAAAAAAADlU/L-seqxuAFDE/s320/garden05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/06/tea-session-at-home.html" target="_blank"&gt;the grass I helped my bro planted&lt;/a&gt;? They've grown more, extended further out. To our horror, it's very ugly when the grass "extends" out. They look like centipededs all over the place.. It's quite scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9j3tlrgeI/AAAAAAAADlM/v6tToCW-EkE/s1600-h/garden06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386133488139993570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9j3tlrgeI/AAAAAAAADlM/v6tToCW-EkE/s320/garden06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADYBIRD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Your royal cuteness - ladybird~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9jBZbj7EI/AAAAAAAADlE/CMTUQwWDUzk/s1600-h/garden07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386132555015908418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9jBZbj7EI/AAAAAAAADlE/CMTUQwWDUzk/s320/garden07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9jA0d_Z7I/AAAAAAAADk8/Uwg-JCDWlM0/s1600-h/garden08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386132545093986226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9jA0d_Z7I/AAAAAAAADk8/Uwg-JCDWlM0/s320/garden08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladybird is "your royal cuteness", this one here, is "your royal ugliness". It's very very tiny, about 2-3mm long. Checkout the zoom-in photo... Click to view bigger photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9jAi500PI/AAAAAAAADk0/t8lBudzsgfk/s1600-h/garden09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386132540378894578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9jAi500PI/AAAAAAAADk0/t8lBudzsgfk/s320/garden09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have no idea what insect is this but it certainly looks like a cricket. A baby cricket maybe? I saw it climbed out from the soil. It's everywhere on the soil if you look closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too is very small, about 3-4mm. I guess it's either a baby grasshopper or a tiny species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9jAAWjyDI/AAAAAAAADks/4CgrhO2PLUU/s1600-h/garden10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386132531104172082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9jAAWjyDI/AAAAAAAADks/4CgrhO2PLUU/s320/garden10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I discovered a house lizard's dead body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9i_ybd6EI/AAAAAAAADkk/WUln5ab0meM/s1600-h/garden11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386132527366662210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9i_ybd6EI/AAAAAAAADkk/WUln5ab0meM/s320/garden11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, if you pay some attention, grass has very pretty flowers. We just never noticed as it's so small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9iiGFanTI/AAAAAAAADkc/jXci6Y343Wc/s1600-h/garden12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386132017246805298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9iiGFanTI/AAAAAAAADkc/jXci6Y343Wc/s320/garden12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnified the flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9ihmrK3TI/AAAAAAAADkU/cu0SU84Ki80/s1600-h/garden13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386132008815222066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9ihmrK3TI/AAAAAAAADkU/cu0SU84Ki80/s320/garden13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house, is in the city. But sometimes it feels like it's in a jungle or something. As creepy crawlies always found themselves into the inside of my house. This is some kind of slug, in the shower room. It's about 6-7cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9ihH4Y1gI/AAAAAAAADkM/XFBbZcaVpes/s1600-h/garden14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386132000549164546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9ihH4Y1gI/AAAAAAAADkM/XFBbZcaVpes/s320/garden14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we just moved in, there was a big centipede in my room around 2am (got home late and just showered and saw the evil looking centipede). Couple of months ago there was an earthworm in the bath barrel.... I really hope to know how the hell did the earthworm got in there... My bro said earthworm never leaves the soil...&lt;br /&gt;This caterpillar is also at least 6cm long.. Luckily my mother never saw these 2 crawlies and we got rid of them asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9pDaLuZZI/AAAAAAAADmU/gxd18hr0x3Q/s1600-h/garden14b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386139186647426450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9pDaLuZZI/AAAAAAAADmU/gxd18hr0x3Q/s320/garden14b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this photo, do you? It's very colourful~ I love our garden so much I pestered my bro and we went and bought a plastic picnic mat. For what? For me to put it on the floor so I can lie on it. I can't just lie on the grass, the grass will make my skin itchy (itchy for days!) Besides the grass, there are big ants and all sorts of insects. So I have to lay the mat on the grass and then lie on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9igT35KwI/AAAAAAAADj8/N3sk4LSQ8l8/s1600-h/garden15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386131986588445442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9igT35KwI/AAAAAAAADj8/N3sk4LSQ8l8/s320/garden15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That day, I put the mat under shaddy area. I lay on it on my stomach and observed what's going on among the grass. Then I lay on my back. It was hot but it was nice. I almost fell asleep if not for the stupid flies kept disturbing me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is also a flowering grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9h3nET9aI/AAAAAAAADj0/eSnoBpGa2Jk/s1600-h/garden16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386131287366170018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9h3nET9aI/AAAAAAAADj0/eSnoBpGa2Jk/s320/garden16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out. This is a very common grass that you'll see. Magnify the photo and you'll see it's so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9h3FgjsQI/AAAAAAAADjs/16mvemeeIMM/s1600-h/garden17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386131278357836034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9h3FgjsQI/AAAAAAAADjs/16mvemeeIMM/s320/garden17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I magnified it in my camera, I was surprised to see an insect there! Can you spot it? This kind of insect often jumped onto my hands. They look like grasshopper too. Some of them are bright green and it's so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9h20Z28NI/AAAAAAAADjk/GTTyHOtrDhg/s1600-h/garden18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386131273766334674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9h20Z28NI/AAAAAAAADjk/GTTyHOtrDhg/s320/garden18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the flower, pretty isn't it? The insect is about 2-3mm long. This is actually a different one from above photo, also discovered accidentally when I was shooting the grass. So I guess it's quite plentiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9h2pvqu9I/AAAAAAAADjc/K_vKcyfhIbk/s1600-h/garden19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386131270905019346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9h2pvqu9I/AAAAAAAADjc/K_vKcyfhIbk/s320/garden19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot anything here? There's a spider. It's everywhere among the grass. I wonder how many I stepped on every time I walked on the grass..... poor spiders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9h2HR5LhI/AAAAAAAADjU/ew9lY2d9t-Y/s1600-h/garden20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386131261653331474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9h2HR5LhI/AAAAAAAADjU/ew9lY2d9t-Y/s320/garden20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9ryzit_xI/AAAAAAAADmc/4aE3V8D5VOE/s1600-h/garden21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386142199931862802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9ryzit_xI/AAAAAAAADmc/4aE3V8D5VOE/s320/garden21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-6489569338151416985?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6489569338151416985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=6489569338151416985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6489569338151416985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6489569338151416985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/nature-1.html' title='Nature (1)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9kCeyoAiI/AAAAAAAADl0/xsF15asVS44/s72-c/garden01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-5988524647027372099</id><published>2009-09-27T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:35:21.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cousin's wedding</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my cousin TauHong's wedding day. It was held at Mutiara Hotel. Their service was quite good. I loved the dishes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9ZkPNprWI/AAAAAAAADjM/C7V6_j7HIoc/s1600-h/DSC05566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386122158452354402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9ZkPNprWI/AAAAAAAADjM/C7V6_j7HIoc/s320/DSC05566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dish presentation was a girl being carried on a sedan chair... Shiok ya? being carried by four guys. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9Zjjd-szI/AAAAAAAADjE/jVZj3VQM5_s/s1600-h/DSC05567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386122146709680946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9Zjjd-szI/AAAAAAAADjE/jVZj3VQM5_s/s320/DSC05567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin TauHong and wife Regine. She was very pretty yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9ZjRJz09I/AAAAAAAADi8/355B4bRoFng/s1600-h/DSC05573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386122141793244114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9ZjRJz09I/AAAAAAAADi8/355B4bRoFng/s320/DSC05573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9Zi1YrJdI/AAAAAAAADi0/-vO4dXZUpYw/s1600-h/DSC05576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386122134339397074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9Zi1YrJdI/AAAAAAAADi0/-vO4dXZUpYw/s320/DSC05576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9ZitYt0ZI/AAAAAAAADis/guF34TUxs-Q/s1600-h/DSC05578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386122132192088466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9ZitYt0ZI/AAAAAAAADis/guF34TUxs-Q/s320/DSC05578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my auntie and uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9Y78UKr4I/AAAAAAAADik/auoMK-62BB8/s1600-h/DSC05580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386121466184642434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9Y78UKr4I/AAAAAAAADik/auoMK-62BB8/s320/DSC05580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my brother. My Sony point and shoot cannot make it for indoor shots like this lah. Time to buy a DSLR. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9Y7RHqx1I/AAAAAAAADic/Y76hmeMihiQ/s1600-h/DSC05582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386121454589495122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9Y7RHqx1I/AAAAAAAADic/Y76hmeMihiQ/s320/DSC05582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely cute cousin of mine. He performed Michael Jackson impersonation for me and showed me his "muscles". haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9Y65WpuZI/AAAAAAAADiU/qTCsXgYUxRo/s1600-h/DSC05588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386121448209889682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9Y65WpuZI/AAAAAAAADiU/qTCsXgYUxRo/s320/DSC05588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy and her sister and other cousins. They are Singaporeans. Very polite bunch of kids, which are really really rare nowadays... The boy's a bit naughty but boys are boys. I love him still and the rest of the girls because they are polite and well mannered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9Y6mALwsI/AAAAAAAADiM/JnpHGoxHa20/s1600-h/DSC05589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386121443015377602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9Y6mALwsI/AAAAAAAADiM/JnpHGoxHa20/s320/DSC05589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen so many kids (and teenagers!) who won't address elderly no matter what. I just love kids who do. It's very important to be well mannered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9Y6AkAMjI/AAAAAAAADiE/arGiO0iNJW8/s1600-h/DSC05590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386121432965067314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9Y6AkAMjI/AAAAAAAADiE/arGiO0iNJW8/s320/DSC05590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wishing my cousin and his lovely wife happily ever after~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-5988524647027372099?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5988524647027372099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=5988524647027372099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5988524647027372099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5988524647027372099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-cousins-wedding.html' title='My cousin&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sr9ZkPNprWI/AAAAAAAADjM/C7V6_j7HIoc/s72-c/DSC05566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-5425485624893113155</id><published>2009-09-23T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:32:33.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel thin, but I'm fat</title><content type='html'>I look into the mirror, I feel I'm not really fat. BUT! I can't fit in my skirts, my pants. So annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my company had sports day and we went bowling. I haven't play bowling in AGES! My legs are really tired now. I squad very low when I play bowling, sometimes my knees touched the floor.. haha. And then I still went gym after that. And I climbed "staircase machine". So my legs are really sore now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From next week I will start going gym at lunch hour. Hopefully you will see that I write here "I can fit in my skirts now!" soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-5425485624893113155?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5425485624893113155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=5425485624893113155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5425485624893113155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5425485624893113155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-thin-but-im-fat.html' title='I feel thin, but I&apos;m fat'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-8236462162033374664</id><published>2009-09-21T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:19:08.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsightly scene always found me</title><content type='html'>Unsightly "scenes" in the train always have a way to find me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, a woman, pulled her feet out from her slippers and rested her feet on top of it instead. That's nothing. She then put one of her feet on top of another. That was nothing either. The problem was, her toes... are dried and cracked skin and.. dirty looking. Her toenail looked like it was about to drop off her toe. It was really really horrible. And, wait for it! She was fingering her cracked and dirty toes, in the train, in front of the public..seemingly enjoying the act.. It was painfully disgusting to see... do you understand that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God she didn't do that for long. Instead she chose to doze off with her legs wide open. And I mean WIDE open. Luckily for the other passangers she was wearing pants but still her legs were especially WIDE open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about unsightly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-8236462162033374664?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8236462162033374664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=8236462162033374664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8236462162033374664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8236462162033374664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/unsightly-scene-always-found-me.html' title='Unsightly scene always found me'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-7888904265661965379</id><published>2009-09-16T22:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:41:55.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Sep 09</title><content type='html'>Went to the zoo again for the don't know how many times. This time I went with ST, Peng and their son Xuan Xi. THis is the first time I went zoo with ST. They were in Singapore for American Visa. Peng's going to work in US for a year or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rented a.. what do you call this... cart? for XX. We couldn't find the tigers' exhibit and XX got frustrated, told us "Don't lose your way again lah"..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD2T_9P87I/AAAAAAAADh8/Wn0WAj98ME8/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382072378154021810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD2T_9P87I/AAAAAAAADh8/Wn0WAj98ME8/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was towards the end. In the beginning XX just wouldn't let me take his photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD2TUjASLI/AAAAAAAADh0/bWBOZVpGYRA/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382072366501218482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD2TUjASLI/AAAAAAAADh0/bWBOZVpGYRA/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frog on plant. Pretty isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD1qADXGaI/AAAAAAAADhs/cr0ocZdjcDo/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382071656625150370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD1qADXGaI/AAAAAAAADhs/cr0ocZdjcDo/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new attraction, boat ride. It's nothing..... not worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD1pgEsfoI/AAAAAAAADhk/Pga6b3mvjNE/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382071648040812162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD1pgEsfoI/AAAAAAAADhk/Pga6b3mvjNE/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX making funny face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD1pJf-2mI/AAAAAAAADhc/syhFoFaIBA0/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382071641981246050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD1pJf-2mI/AAAAAAAADhc/syhFoFaIBA0/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just don't want to face the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD1ox9fn6I/AAAAAAAADhU/8aCSFovVEX8/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382071635662577570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD1ox9fn6I/AAAAAAAADhU/8aCSFovVEX8/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD0tNcJXhI/AAAAAAAADhM/sCaCQda3z5E/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382070612246748690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD0tNcJXhI/AAAAAAAADhM/sCaCQda3z5E/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD0srgbPdI/AAAAAAAADhE/MuCqr4vFaiw/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382070603137891794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD0srgbPdI/AAAAAAAADhE/MuCqr4vFaiw/s320/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX is so "unfair". hahaha. He became in "good terms" with the staff on the boat in a few minutes' time! And even wanted to take photos with the lady. I had been coaxing him half a day to take his photo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD0sa28mmI/AAAAAAAADg8/NfTypXPJKi0/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382070598668950114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD0sa28mmI/AAAAAAAADg8/NfTypXPJKi0/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take photos of animals as I've taken too many all these years' visit. But this is a real cutie. They came to the glass as they were really curious of us and the bottle when I placed it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD0r6BaHjI/AAAAAAAADg0/fIee-pokQLg/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382070589854457394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD0r6BaHjI/AAAAAAAADg0/fIee-pokQLg/s320/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are really really tiny and they've got golden hand. HOw beautiful they are huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD0rcO2UsI/AAAAAAAADgs/fWGtA2ydQOA/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382070581857768130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD0rcO2UsI/AAAAAAAADgs/fWGtA2ydQOA/s320/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's it. Nothing more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-7888904265661965379?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7888904265661965379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=7888904265661965379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7888904265661965379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7888904265661965379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/zoo-sep-09.html' title='Zoo Sep 09'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SrD2T_9P87I/AAAAAAAADh8/Wn0WAj98ME8/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-873376186150956299</id><published>2009-09-11T23:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:47:27.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of Racial Bickerings</title><content type='html'>I am so God damn sick of all the racial bickerings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday in one of the newspaper, it talked about the "hot" racial issue in Malaysia now. I can't remember exactly what.. pardon me. Getting old... my memory is like.. working for only a 12 hours' range only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there was another. It's sadder than the article yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent matter, if not mistaken, started with a Hindu temple (of 150yrs old!) that was going to be relocated. And then some of the Malay residents in that area (of the new location) got upset and went protested about it. For Christ's sake! Or should I say for Allah's sake!!! There are endless Muslim mosques in Malaysia. Why is this ONE Hindu temple moving thing even an issue??! It's not even a new temple! GGOOOODDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then took a severed cow's head (cows are sacred to Hindus) and stomped on it. THAT to me, is extremely insulting. After that, there were supposed to be a meeting between leaders of the Indian society and government officials or something like that. The protesters made sure there was no talk whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from Straits Times :&lt;br /&gt;"They shouted, booed and hurled obscenities, jumped on chairs or took them away from any Indian who wanted to sit down. They harassed middle-aged women by pulling at their scarves and made threatening gestures at Indians and the officials."&lt;br /&gt;Unquote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was preposterous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I was surfing videos of a Malaysian singer who was discovered by producers in the US. She has a very cool and soothing voice. She posted a video of her singing (to show her friend) and some producers saw it and she got signed up for records!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was watching her videos in Youtube and reading the comments. And there it went, racial comments. Not about white people discriminating Asians. She was singing about Christmas. She is a Sarawakian, I can't really say if she's Christian or Muslim. But who cares?! But people, some people might have concentrated on the possibility that if she's a Muslim. If she's a Muslim she most definitely can't sing about Christmas! I wasn't really clear of the comments cos there were too many and I am too sick about all these racial issues. So I didn't read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of weeks ago, I had lunch with one of my managers who is an Indonesian Chinese. He asked me why don't different races of Malaysians mix around? He said "You don't hate each other. But you don't really socialise with each other." My first reaction that he was wrong. But when I really gave it some thought, I agreed with him. He said, that was so sad, it's such a nice country. I was a bit taken aback to hear this from an Indonesian. Perhaps we all feel that Chinese, in Indonesia has always been "surpressed"(just my personal opinion). I, if not we all, have always thought the Chinese people in Malaysia are luckier than those in Indonesia. As I feel we have more freedom than the Chinese people in Indonesia. So to hear this from Indonesian Chinese.. was really kind of a shock. Do you understand what I am saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the situation in Malaysia. How can we EVER have "1Malaysia"? Not all but I guess most Malays just got too worried and feel they are threatened by Chinese. According to the article's (in Strait Times) writer, one of her Malay friends in Malaysia "was adamant that non-Malays have no right to ask for more rights or privileges."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the Malays (again, NOT all) just can't tolerate anything at all, especially in the recent 5 years. It's really sad to see. It pushed me further from my home country, mentally. I just hate all these racial issues. We are all the same... we are HUMANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia ministers' jobs, are not easy ones. Malays fear their privileges being stripped away, Chinese wants to be treated fairly, Indians wants more helps from government AND THEN Malays' fears increased, feel threatened. M'sia gov needs the votes from not just one race. So... it's really a tough job for them now... I don't even want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my Malay friends are very nice people. We got along great at work. Interactions outside of work, maybe not a lot but there were interactions. Like an answer of a Miss Universe's contestant : "I wish for world peace." I wish for peace in Malaysia. I wish for no-racial-bickerings in Malaysia. I feel sad to be "pushed" further and further away from my home land. . But I guess no-racial-bickerings is not something that is likely to materialise in near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-873376186150956299?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/873376186150956299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=873376186150956299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/873376186150956299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/873376186150956299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick-of-racial-bickerings.html' title='Sick of Racial Bickerings'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-3524861639842912423</id><published>2009-09-10T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:01:17.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like to sleep early..</title><content type='html'>I really don't like to sleep before midnight... It's too early....... Don't get me wrong, I can fall asleep in no time. But I feel it's such a pity to sleep so early. But I have to wake up at 5:45am.... And my eyebag and black eye circles are horrible...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I STILL think it's such a waste to sleep so early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-3524861639842912423?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3524861639842912423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=3524861639842912423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3524861639842912423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3524861639842912423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-like-to-sleep-early.html' title='I don&apos;t like to sleep early..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-5038206927342653204</id><published>2009-09-08T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:57:17.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong english!</title><content type='html'>Just a short post. I've got many things and photos that I wanted to post. But I am quite busy and tired these days with various things. So.. no mood to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to write about the course I attended today, Business Writing by British Council. It's a two days course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realised, a lot of words and phrases that I have been using for so many years and so frequently are so cliche and ... OLD FASHION......... For eg : "I hereby attached...", "Please be informed..", "We regret to inform you...", "Any inconvenient caused is regretted", "Should you require any further information please don't hesitate to contact me".. etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one, "Should you require any further information please don't hesitate to contact me", I used it a lot. Our trainer said we should just say "If you have any question please contact me"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for your &lt;em&gt;kind&lt;/em&gt; consideration" is also WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still many others, can't recall everything. Left the textbook in the training room. It just made me "open eye" (pardon the Singlish) about so many mistakes that we made. The course is really cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-5038206927342653204?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5038206927342653204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=5038206927342653204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5038206927342653204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5038206927342653204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/09/wrong-english.html' title='Wrong english!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-752529507554427078</id><published>2009-08-31T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:46:16.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One week at new job</title><content type='html'>Wah, I have 666posts (excluding this one) in my blog now. That's devil's number. kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started working at my new company for a week now. It had been a really pleasant first week. I mainly have to make travel arrangements for the marketing team. They have quite a lot of trips and changes are frequent... so I really have to make sure I check and re-check everything... Time passes really fast in this job. It feels like I only work 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite enjoy this job, so far. The working environment there is about the same with my previous company - very peaceful. It's the kind of company I would want to work for a long time. Hopefully I will :) I really don't like to change jobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-752529507554427078?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/752529507554427078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=752529507554427078&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/752529507554427078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/752529507554427078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-week-at-new-job.html' title='One week at new job'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-3459196591082845984</id><published>2009-08-28T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:33:47.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>It would seem, it's better to "force your wife to be prostitute" than "to drink beer (for Muslim)" in Malaysia. Look what Raja Petra Kamaruddin said : "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, there we have it. RM5,000 fine or imprisonment of 3 years and 6 lashes for consuming alcohol. And RM4,000 fine or imprisonment of 2 years and 6 lashes for forcing one's wife to be a prostitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it all here : &lt;a href="http://mt.m2day.org/2008/content/view/26170/84/" target="_blank"&gt;http://mt.m2day.org/2008/content/view/26170/84/&lt;/a&gt; Very insightful, very funny and most important of all, very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this Raja Petra Kamaruddin. I just hope he won't end up being caught and send to prison again. Well, if he did, maybe one day he'd be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize huh? But I sure hope he will not end up in prison. How about, he becoming our PM? hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-3459196591082845984?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3459196591082845984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=3459196591082845984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3459196591082845984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3459196591082845984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-8456884681080879424</id><published>2009-08-26T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:34:43.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemma of short legs</title><content type='html'>Today's one fine day. My 3rd day at work's not bad at all. Plus, today I saw a hunk~ hehe. He's so cute. He was in the office for orientation, so we went through the session together. He has Alex To 杜德伟's kind of eyes. He speaks excellent English. He's from KL but his accent is a bit like angmoh. He actually studied in private school and then university in Singapore. Too bad he works in the plant in Jurong, not the main office. So this might just be the only one time I ever get to see him. hehe. Anyway... he's a lot younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took express bus back to Toa Payoh instead of MRT today. It was only 5-10minutes slower than the train. Oh, but if I take the train, I still need to take feeder bus. So it comes up the same. PROVIDED no accident on PIE. It's more expensive to take this express bus... but.. peak hours in the train, very crowded and there's no empty seats most of the time. I am just too tired to stand for 45min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will take the bus instead of MRT to work too. I actually will get places to sit in the train, in the morning. But, since years before, I get headache and felt so horrible if I have to take long rides in the train, early in the morning. I guess because you have to sit and hold your body up right. Whereas in the bus you can just comfortable lean over to the window pane or things like that. And you know what... I am just too short for the train lahhhhhhhhh. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/sad2.gif" /&gt; My legs are just so short and I can't comfortably sit there without fidgeting. Because ah... my legs can't really touch the floor if I don't wear high heels. kekekeke. laugh... go ahead and laugh.. hehehe... If I want to sit comfortably like those ppl who have long legs, I need a high heel that is 3 inches tall. And it makes your feet tired easily with 3 inches high heels so I mostly have heels of 2inches only... AND besides that, girls have to hold the legs together.. else people opposite might see your underwear... when my legs not long enough.. it's an effort to hold them together tightly. Aiya....... you tall people won't understand de lah. kekekee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas in the bus, you can sit with your legs wide open and nobody will see. Of course I'm not talking about those seats which face each other lah. So... I guess I'll just have to pay more and take the bus instead... I really hate the tiredness and headache after I sat in the train for more than 30mins early in the morning.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-8456884681080879424?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8456884681080879424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=8456884681080879424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8456884681080879424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8456884681080879424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/dilemma-of-short-legs.html' title='dilemma of short legs'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/th_sad2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-2675507254547935574</id><published>2009-08-25T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:28:19.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead tired</title><content type='html'>I'm dead tired today. Second day of work at new company. New environment, needs time to get used to. My whole body aching here and there. I was so tired until I can hardly speak when Gab fetched me to gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep now. But my chin had to chose today, to throw her "tantrum" and refused to go back to her cage. I can't sleep until she does.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-2675507254547935574?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2675507254547935574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=2675507254547935574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2675507254547935574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2675507254547935574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/dead-tired.html' title='Dead tired'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-8228340358606308035</id><published>2009-08-24T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:13:18.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo Lady Luck!</title><content type='html'>I think Lady Luck has finally found me, has finally came to my aid &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/laughing.gif" /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy today &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/laughing.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/laughing.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-8228340358606308035?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8228340358606308035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=8228340358606308035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8228340358606308035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8228340358606308035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/halo-lady-luck.html' title='Halo Lady Luck!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/th_laughing.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-6129886056343624079</id><published>2009-08-24T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:31:08.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reader's Digest files for bankruptcy</title><content type='html'>Reader's Digest US filed for bankruptcy...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I shouldn't &lt;a href="http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-loathe-readers-digest.html"&gt;complaint&lt;/a&gt; huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-6129886056343624079?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6129886056343624079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=6129886056343624079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6129886056343624079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6129886056343624079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/readers-digest-files-for-bankruptcy.html' title='Reader&apos;s Digest files for bankruptcy'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-9052631673786576452</id><published>2009-08-23T21:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:17:57.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kota Kinabalu Town video</title><content type='html'>Shucks. I just remembered I haven't blog about the second video of my Kota Kinabalu trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is. Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Video 1 of 3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXUA-6eHdic" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373161050539325538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpFNgdpceGI/AAAAAAAADgk/NrR9LWwy6lY/s320/kk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Video 2 of 3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8vh7dSq28k" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373161046799838978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpFNgPt4bwI/AAAAAAAADgc/htC_IfDQKUA/s320/kk2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Video 3 of 3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uuxep7J_ESc" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373161037776774258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpFNfuGnZHI/AAAAAAAADgU/5A8wna0Vk0w/s320/kk3.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/13298673-9052631673786576452?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/9052631673786576452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=9052631673786576452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/9052631673786576452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/9052631673786576452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/kota-kinabalu-town-video.html' title='Kota Kinabalu Town video'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpFNgdpceGI/AAAAAAAADgk/NrR9LWwy6lY/s72-c/kk1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-4151645767050946112</id><published>2009-08-23T11:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:10:59.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dobby the hamster</title><content type='html'>Several months ago, my brother was doing gardenign and he thought he had saw a giant worm. It turned out to be a....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamster!! I had an empty hamster cage, brought back from Sg (my original 2 hamsters had passed away). So he caught the hamster and put in that cage. Wonder was it the hamster ran away or the owner got tired with it and let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpDF6LS4G3I/AAAAAAAADgM/f8-dssSEkPA/s1600-h/dobby1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373011958708050802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpDF6LS4G3I/AAAAAAAADgM/f8-dssSEkPA/s320/dobby1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whatever it is, I was happy to have it. I named it : Dobby, after the character in Harry Potter. It looks big in this pic but Dobby is about 6-7cm long. I have small hands, so it looked really big. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dobby is really cute because it (I don't know is it a he or she) doesn't really bite, unless you frighten it by suddenly putting your hand to it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dobby sleeps in the funniest way. It likes to squeeze between the bars and the running wheel and also it had to bite the bar while it sleeps. haha. My Miko (the chinchilla) also likes to squeeze between 2 walls. Guess all rodents are like that. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpDF5kTFHbI/AAAAAAAADgE/Fi6QfveFM1U/s1600-h/dobby2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373011948239920562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpDF5kTFHbI/AAAAAAAADgE/Fi6QfveFM1U/s320/dobby2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it's really sad to keep Dobby in the cage all day long. So I let it out a while, well, just a minute or two.. as I'm afraid I might lose it. Dobby can run quite fast. So here it is, Dobby in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpDC8Dh0lyI/AAAAAAAADf8/HUI1zFjFCp0/s1600-h/dobby3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373008692448106274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpDC8Dh0lyI/AAAAAAAADf8/HUI1zFjFCp0/s320/dobby3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first it was hesitant, after a while, it started to run really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpDC7dqrQvI/AAAAAAAADf0/aMy0bweCgoE/s1600-h/dobby4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373008682284696306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpDC7dqrQvI/AAAAAAAADf0/aMy0bweCgoE/s320/dobby4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it cute??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpDC7FLupDI/AAAAAAAADfs/AHeJq7g3xro/s1600-h/dobby5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373008675712443442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpDC7FLupDI/AAAAAAAADfs/AHeJq7g3xro/s320/dobby5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its eyes gave me a feeling that it constantly looking upwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpDC6hn8snI/AAAAAAAADfk/X-Qqerb7TIo/s1600-h/dobby6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373008666167128690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpDC6hn8snI/AAAAAAAADfk/X-Qqerb7TIo/s320/dobby6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought I should make a harness and tie on Dobby so that it won't run away and so it can be outdoor for longer... but it proved to be difficult.. hehe.&lt;/p&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/13298673-4151645767050946112?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4151645767050946112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=4151645767050946112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4151645767050946112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/4151645767050946112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/dobby-hamster.html' title='Dobby the hamster'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpDF6LS4G3I/AAAAAAAADgM/f8-dssSEkPA/s72-c/dobby1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-7039510994767723481</id><published>2009-08-22T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:44:21.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy as it is</title><content type='html'>Went out with Natasha today, to watch G.I. Joe. YY was supposed to be there too. She was supposed to meet us around noon. But she had only just woken up in Singapore's house at noon! hahahaa......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, only Natasha and me for lunch then. We went Secret Recipe. I love their food. Actually I really wished I could have sashimi for lunch. But the Japanese restaurant-Kinsahi there, is very expensive (sashimi wise, set lunch still ok) and not worth the money. Me nowadays, everyday crave for sashimi and wasabi. haha.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpANmkvmVjI/AAAAAAAADfU/rC51xUQGhiU/s1600-h/DSC05224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372809311802512946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpANmkvmVjI/AAAAAAAADfU/rC51xUQGhiU/s320/DSC05224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.I. Joe was really nice! Nearly 2 full hours of action! I was kept on the edge of my seat the whole time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie Natasha and I went for a drink. Her hot chocolate was too thick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpAMCMtGd1I/AAAAAAAADfM/jOua9d5ce_M/s1600-h/DSC05228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372807587362666322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpAMCMtGd1I/AAAAAAAADfM/jOua9d5ce_M/s320/DSC05228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like what's printed on the sugar/creamer package :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpC35F8MIDI/AAAAAAAADfc/6AHbV5cMXoY/s1600-h/DSC05229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372996546928058418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpC35F8MIDI/AAAAAAAADfc/6AHbV5cMXoY/s320/DSC05229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Natasha and I chatted about friends, boyfriends, etc. Not my boyfriend, of course. I don't have one at the moment. I said to Natasha, even though I don't have a boyfriend at this moment, I am quite happy with my life now. &lt;strong&gt;Happy as it is.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm NOT saying "&lt;em&gt;Oh, who needs a man&lt;/em&gt;?" that sort of thing. Who doesn't wish to be loved? I'm just saying, I have learnt to live happily with the things I have, with the life I'm living, at this point in my life. Go out with old time friends once a while, go exercising, reading books that I'm interested, making videos, taking photos in everyday life (especially photos of bugs!),writing blogs, etc, these make me happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And no matter how many people are reading my blog, I just enjoy the writing part. So I keep writing. Even simple things as reading news online, I feel happy doing it, as I feel that I'm gaining knowledge. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only thing that's not so happy is my father's health. I wish he'd live happier and healthier. But people get old, that's the course of nature. No one can denies the law of nature. I just wish he lives everyday happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I was happy of an outing with Natasha today. It always is very enjoyable going out with her&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/laugh.gif" /&gt;. Next outing should be going karaoke with Yoke Teng. Looking forward to it!&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/13298673-7039510994767723481?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7039510994767723481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=7039510994767723481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7039510994767723481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7039510994767723481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/gijoe.html' title='Happy as it is'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SpANmkvmVjI/AAAAAAAADfU/rC51xUQGhiU/s72-c/DSC05224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-1685250771395713090</id><published>2009-08-21T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:39:42.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second last day in Shonan</title><content type='html'>Today is my second last day in my current company-Shonan. My manager brought me and Phyllis (the girl who is replacing me) for lunch at the Japanese Restaurant at Goodwood Park Hotel. The sashimi was soooo fresh and nice. Yummy! And my manager said their wasabi is grind from actual sashimi and not processed ones from bottle. It's not as "hot" as the normal ones I've ate. It was very fragrant, I kept "eating" the wasabi. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/biggrin.gif" /&gt; I quite 不舍得my manager. He was a nice person and very humorous~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So139THmF5I/AAAAAAAADe8/4abvd_Yfw5o/s1600-h/DSC05171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081825510725522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So139THmF5I/AAAAAAAADe8/4abvd_Yfw5o/s320/DSC05171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot to take a pic of the food. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, went out with Phyllis and Jessie. We went to the new ION at Orchard Central. Actually, what is this new "Orchard Central" thing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So1377njNAI/AAAAAAAADe0/CiyPwidt1lI/s1600-h/DSC05181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081802022433794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So1377njNAI/AAAAAAAADe0/CiyPwidt1lI/s320/DSC05181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis bought me this blue dress! And another black/purple dress and a very nice organiser. She bought me these to thank me for teaching her things. How touched!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13xg2szYI/AAAAAAAADes/G5hf2yLW06Q/s1600-h/DSC05183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081623039528322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13xg2szYI/AAAAAAAADes/G5hf2yLW06Q/s320/DSC05183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have never really wore like this to work before. Not that I don't like such dress but my office is too warm to wear like this. Today I had been complaining that it's too hot from morning till evening.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept taking photos. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/biggrin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13xGHGA6I/AAAAAAAADek/cRila-r_frY/s1600-h/DSC05184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081615860532130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13xGHGA6I/AAAAAAAADek/cRila-r_frY/s320/DSC05184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were shadows on the blue ceiling that mimics fish and turtles. Quite pretty really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13wmLFaCI/AAAAAAAADec/u8DG-d_x2ts/s1600-h/DSC05190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081607287334946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13wmLFaCI/AAAAAAAADec/u8DG-d_x2ts/s320/DSC05190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13wPyUDpI/AAAAAAAADeU/QXVy9g3cyto/s1600-h/DSC05210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081601277857426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13wPyUDpI/AAAAAAAADeU/QXVy9g3cyto/s320/DSC05210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The washroom in ION is really really really nice! The best so far in all the shopping malls I went~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13veNEZ0I/AAAAAAAADeM/by6DOEILqC8/s1600-h/DSC05212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081587968304962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13veNEZ0I/AAAAAAAADeM/by6DOEILqC8/s320/DSC05212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even took photos in the washroom. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/biggrin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13i5juXlI/AAAAAAAADeE/xTxtbnWQF18/s1600-h/DSC05213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081371972787794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13i5juXlI/AAAAAAAADeE/xTxtbnWQF18/s320/DSC05213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like its big big mirror~ Unlike the one in Wisma Atria, it's so high up that I can't see!!!! Discrimination!!&lt;br /&gt;There's a hand towel dispenser between 2 washing basins. Below it is dustbin. How convenient right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13hxybIWI/AAAAAAAADd8/6PwMgumDjDM/s1600-h/DSC05215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081352707088738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13hxybIWI/AAAAAAAADd8/6PwMgumDjDM/s320/DSC05215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for each washing basin, there's a hand dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13heEaZaI/AAAAAAAADd0/Soz7B1do1fM/s1600-h/DSC05217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081347413829026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13heEaZaI/AAAAAAAADd0/Soz7B1do1fM/s320/DSC05217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13g83KEYI/AAAAAAAADds/GZ3_xdPn6k0/s1600-h/DSC05218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081338499862914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13g83KEYI/AAAAAAAADds/GZ3_xdPn6k0/s320/DSC05218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mirror in the centre is rotatable. Notice there's a toilet attendant there! Like a high class hotel toilet! Impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13gVrP_CI/AAAAAAAADdk/34BaBUI4vv0/s1600-h/DSC05219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081327980936226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So13gVrP_CI/AAAAAAAADdk/34BaBUI4vv0/s320/DSC05219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had fun in the washroom. hahahaha...&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/laughing.gif" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-1685250771395713090?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1685250771395713090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=1685250771395713090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/1685250771395713090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/1685250771395713090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/second-last-day-in-shonan.html' title='Second last day in Shonan'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/th_biggrin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-8899520796681332019</id><published>2009-08-20T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:44:07.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PC Fair Aug 09</title><content type='html'>Got so many things from PC Fair JB last Sat~~ so happy. Got lots of cheap and pretty and cute USB fan. I bought 2 USB lights (to use in SG room, too dark to read), bought a portable hardisk. My bro bought a printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So1uD_utPTI/AAAAAAAADdc/lYka1CANeDY/s1600-h/DSC05160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372070945448869170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So1uD_utPTI/AAAAAAAADdc/lYka1CANeDY/s320/DSC05160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we were sort of "forced" into signing up for credit cards. We didn't have to pay for anything of course. Everytime we go there for any exhibition or whatever we will sort of be forced to sign up credit cards. The guy asked if I have a bank account, I said no, not in JB. I don't have savings, so... no money to put in bank. He asked me to do him a favour and open an account in the bank with only RM25, for the credit card approval or something. I said ok. But I heck care once I got my free gifts. wahahaha.. bcos I didn't ask to be given the credit card. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/cheeky.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-8899520796681332019?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8899520796681332019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=8899520796681332019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8899520796681332019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8899520796681332019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/pc-fair-aug-09.html' title='PC Fair Aug 09'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/So1uD_utPTI/AAAAAAAADdc/lYka1CANeDY/s72-c/DSC05160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-2868374156758118611</id><published>2009-08-19T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:05:33.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judging a book?</title><content type='html'>I, like so many others, tend to commit the "crime" of judging a book by its cover. I always tell myself it's not nice and to avoid doing so. But being a human myself, it's hard to be completely neutral when you see something or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an art to practise not judging a book by its cover. I'm still in the midst of learning it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-2868374156758118611?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2868374156758118611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=2868374156758118611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2868374156758118611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2868374156758118611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/judging-book.html' title='Judging a book?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-745699454310223704</id><published>2009-08-17T21:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:05:22.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safra Bay Run photos</title><content type='html'>Before the run starts. The t-shirt is not very nice hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SolfDUoZtrI/AAAAAAAADdU/0o7zlcLWFOE/s1600-h/IMG_1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370928541298439858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SolfDUoZtrI/AAAAAAAADdU/0o7zlcLWFOE/s320/IMG_1285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ee Kuen. Thanks to EK for these photos~~~ Else I wouldn't have any photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SolfC29GfzI/AAAAAAAADdM/CzcRakgRBSE/s1600-h/IMG_1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370928533332197170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SolfC29GfzI/AAAAAAAADdM/CzcRakgRBSE/s320/IMG_1286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the starting line. There were about 70,000 runners in total!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SolfCIINv1I/AAAAAAAADdE/PCLE2mjYw5U/s1600-h/IMG_1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370928520762343250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SolfCIINv1I/AAAAAAAADdE/PCLE2mjYw5U/s320/IMG_1291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The F1 track was part of the running route. The "wheel" behind is the Singapore Eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SolfB_HjAaI/AAAAAAAADc8/4JQ5Kd4LZ_o/s1600-h/IMG_1297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370928518343623074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SolfB_HjAaI/AAAAAAAADc8/4JQ5Kd4LZ_o/s320/IMG_1297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piles of paper cups...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Soleab2UQ6I/AAAAAAAADc0/fhPt0w-FC7c/s1600-h/IMG_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370927838861214626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Soleab2UQ6I/AAAAAAAADc0/fhPt0w-FC7c/s320/IMG_1300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future integrated resort / casino. What's its name? Golden Sands Resort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoleaERT6DI/AAAAAAAADcs/Ccf1CUIY8wU/s1600-h/IMG_1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370927832531986482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoleaERT6DI/AAAAAAAADcs/Ccf1CUIY8wU/s320/IMG_1302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.. I don't know what building is this leh............. but it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoleZreumVI/AAAAAAAADck/ovfvtug54n0/s1600-h/IMG_1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370927825877375314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoleZreumVI/AAAAAAAADck/ovfvtug54n0/s320/IMG_1310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing the race~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoleZbLfpQI/AAAAAAAADcc/TQGdBSepJ7o/s1600-h/IMG_1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370927821501736194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoleZbLfpQI/AAAAAAAADcc/TQGdBSepJ7o/s320/IMG_1313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I looked kind of pale. I was in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoleYzKUrOI/AAAAAAAADcU/FRhhh_HdLOQ/s1600-h/IMG_1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370927810759404770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoleYzKUrOI/AAAAAAAADcU/FRhhh_HdLOQ/s320/IMG_1314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EK and me~~ finally finished something together ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sold0xFijAI/AAAAAAAADcM/i2tYqZNVuUI/s1600-h/IMG_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370927191727180802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sold0xFijAI/AAAAAAAADcM/i2tYqZNVuUI/s320/IMG_1316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sold0dGUJeI/AAAAAAAADcE/XlTF4BeiFhA/s1600-h/IMG_1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370927186361722338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sold0dGUJeI/AAAAAAAADcE/XlTF4BeiFhA/s320/IMG_1317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Soldz2q42eI/AAAAAAAADb8/-3Pz1xDOZrU/s1600-h/IMG_1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370927176046139874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Soldz2q42eI/AAAAAAAADb8/-3Pz1xDOZrU/s320/IMG_1321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Resting after the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Soldzukrm7I/AAAAAAAADb0/9sVaOHBvmhU/s1600-h/IMG_1323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370927173872622514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Soldzukrm7I/AAAAAAAADb0/9sVaOHBvmhU/s320/IMG_1323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our finisher's medal~! It was quite a solid medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoldzPiCTtI/AAAAAAAADbs/5fJHxPep8GI/s1600-h/IMG_1324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370927165540028114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoldzPiCTtI/AAAAAAAADbs/5fJHxPep8GI/s320/IMG_1324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glad that EK did this with me~ It was very fun and quite an experience ~ EK and I will do this again! Next time, it'll be the Adidas run~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-745699454310223704?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/745699454310223704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=745699454310223704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/745699454310223704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/745699454310223704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/safra-bay-run-photos.html' title='Safra Bay Run photos'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SolfDUoZtrI/AAAAAAAADdU/0o7zlcLWFOE/s72-c/IMG_1285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-5753311210565384465</id><published>2009-08-16T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:39:32.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished 10km run~!</title><content type='html'>I finished the 10km in about 1 hr 45min. So happy and proud that I actually finished the run &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/biggrin.gif" /&gt; And finally finished something together with EK (I didn't reach the summit of Mount Kinabalu with EK) &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's slower than my target of 1 hr 30min, it's all because of my "wind" problem (in my stomach). EK could have got a better result but she ran together with me when I slowed down. My stomach always give me problem. It gave me problem when I went Mount Kinabalu as well. Hate it. My stomach was so gassy that it hurt a lot. It hurt so much that I could not really walk up straight. Yeah, "walk", by then I could not run already. It was about 2km to finish line. At one point I even had to sit down for 1 min or 2. I was worried that I might just faint as I was quite in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I managed to finish the run. It would be such a pity if I had to abort the run at 8km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were quite worried that it might rain today. At about 7am we felt a few tiny rain drops actually. Thankfully it didn't actually rain and the weather had been great~ EK took a number of shots, will post here once I got the photos from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run was actually easier than I thought. Though of course... EK and I half walked and half ran. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/biggrin.gif" /&gt; Still, it was an effort. I guess, because it was so tough to even see the first kilometre when we trekked Mount Kinabalu, this run seemed to us a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to join the Adidas Sundown run next year~ EK is more ambitious and talking about the 21km run. haha.. but not for me, hehe. 10km is enough for me.&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/cheeky.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy today~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-5753311210565384465?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5753311210565384465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=5753311210565384465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5753311210565384465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5753311210565384465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/finished-10km-run.html' title='Finished 10km run~!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/th_biggrin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-357723510682190134</id><published>2009-08-15T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:03:12.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does faeces smell so bad?</title><content type='html'>Sudden this came to my mind : why does faeces smell so bad? And I asked &lt;a href="http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/wait-i-ask-god.html" target="_blank"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So "God" said "&lt;em&gt;The bacteria inside of the feces is what makes them smell so bad. Specifically, the bacteria produce various compounds and gases that lead to the infamous smell of feces. Just in case you were wondering, you can get very sick by eating feces because it contains so many types of bacteria and other harmful substances such as parasites. So we wouldn't suggest adding feces to your diet any time soon.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And faeces is :&lt;em&gt;  mostly made of water (about 75%). The rest is made of dead bacteria that helped us digest our food, living bacteria, protein, undigested food residue (known as fiber), waste material from food, cellular linings, fats, salts, and substances released from the intestines (such as mucus) and the liver. Although feces are made up of about 75% water, this number varies from person to person, depending on how long the feces stay in the intestine. Since the intestines absorb water from the feces, diarrhea (poop that passes quickly through the intestines) will contain more water and retained feces (which stay in the intestines for a longer amount of time) will contain less. Another point worth mentioning is that fiber helps feces pass along the intestine&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. so sleepy.. don't want to type anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-357723510682190134?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/357723510682190134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=357723510682190134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/357723510682190134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/357723510682190134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-does-faeces-smell-so-bad.html' title='Why does faeces smell so bad?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-6393667613967008122</id><published>2009-08-13T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:07:58.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not required?</title><content type='html'>I emailed Make A Wish Foundation, hoping to do some volunteer job. I don't know what I can help. The instruction in their website for people like me who wish to offer some time to help was for us to email them and apply for it. So I did. I also mentioned that I do some amateur video editing (they mentioned they need help in video editing at times) and hope that I might be of help someday. And I gave them the link to my videos in Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They replied some time later, saying "We'll take a look."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never sent me any application form for volunteering. They never mention anything else. So that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm not required afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-6393667613967008122?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6393667613967008122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=6393667613967008122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6393667613967008122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6393667613967008122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-required.html' title='Not required?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-5313474892133122161</id><published>2009-08-13T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:48:38.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>My father's health is getting worse. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/sad2.gif" /&gt; What are we to do...? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-5313474892133122161?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5313474892133122161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=5313474892133122161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5313474892133122161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/5313474892133122161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/th_sad2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-6668113111696836323</id><published>2009-08-12T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:16:14.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get me wrong</title><content type='html'>I talked about "God" a lot. I "thanked God" for this and that, I said Michael was "God sent", etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't get me wrong. I do not believe in an omnipotent, omnicient being that will answer each and every one's call for help and blessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a way of saying things. It just don't sound good if I say :&lt;br /&gt;"Thankfully I finished mending it before he comes back."&lt;br /&gt;So I say :&lt;br /&gt;"Thank God I finished mending it before he comes back."&lt;br /&gt;It's more emphatic if I use "God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should go to hell for "using God's name in vain". ha! But no offence to religious friends. This is MERELY MY OWN believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say that. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-6668113111696836323?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6668113111696836323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=6668113111696836323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6668113111696836323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6668113111696836323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-get-me-wrong.html' title='Don&apos;t get me wrong'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-2175000199824858602</id><published>2009-08-11T23:44:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:28:25.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organic organic</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is going to be a long post. First begin with some random photos at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There came 3 birdies and "stayed" on top of our light tube. What a surprise! I was hoping for them to build nests on our roof or something.. but they came and rest on the tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGZyc83VBI/AAAAAAAADbE/mZHO89H5cZE/s1600-h/02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368741322846327826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGZyc83VBI/AAAAAAAADbE/mZHO89H5cZE/s320/02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't it a cutie? I took a few shots and I guess my flash disturbed them and they flew away. Bad me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGZyvoSVQI/AAAAAAAADbM/4LjZwEim7Ys/s1600-h/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368741327860290818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGZyvoSVQI/AAAAAAAADbM/4LjZwEim7Ys/s320/01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, was one fine morning. I don't usually wake up that early, about 7am. What a beautiful sunrise, right in the city.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGZCXcIvgI/AAAAAAAADa8/Ka1bJww-wz4/s1600-h/03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368740496733158914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGZCXcIvgI/AAAAAAAADa8/Ka1bJww-wz4/s320/03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGZBwZH_II/AAAAAAAADa0/fi6zAZqBTtE/s1600-h/04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368740486251543682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGZBwZH_II/AAAAAAAADa0/fi6zAZqBTtE/s320/04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGZBoq_9BI/AAAAAAAADas/grYtD5C-Z6w/s1600-h/05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368740484179031058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGZBoq_9BI/AAAAAAAADas/grYtD5C-Z6w/s320/05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now, all about organic.&lt;br /&gt;Don't I look like a nanny...&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/scare.gif" /&gt; My cousin nancy bought me that short from Bali. And the tube top.. the two didn't go well together. But becos it was HOT HOT day... I want to expose as much skin as possible and get some tan. Hence the tube. If I can wear a bikini I would. But it's not nice to wear that in the neighbourhood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGZBDH8QEI/AAAAAAAADak/VPg8VXx9Nj4/s1600-h/06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368740474099875906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGZBDH8QEI/AAAAAAAADak/VPg8VXx9Nj4/s320/06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo wasn't taken spontaneously. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/biggrin.gif" /&gt; I "staged" it and asked my bro to take a photo. ahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I doing? Well, we're "harvesting" peanuts. Home grown, all natural organic peanuts. That's my aunt and my mum and my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGZA0ZA_OI/AAAAAAAADac/amAlRdoFBEg/s1600-h/07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368740470144957666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGZA0ZA_OI/AAAAAAAADac/amAlRdoFBEg/s320/07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh from the soil~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGYAiNHUiI/AAAAAAAADaU/lTHZBG8YEGQ/s1600-h/08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368739365751575074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGYAiNHUiI/AAAAAAAADaU/lTHZBG8YEGQ/s320/08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGYAOx_bSI/AAAAAAAADaM/eYNDjF7LRac/s1600-h/09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368739360537537826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGYAOx_bSI/AAAAAAAADaM/eYNDjF7LRac/s320/09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGX_z8AfVI/AAAAAAAADaE/OGsNrbQJ2gk/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368739353331793234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGX_z8AfVI/AAAAAAAADaE/OGsNrbQJ2gk/s320/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tada~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGX_gKyyWI/AAAAAAAADZ8/-nIp2KdDiMQ/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368739348025100642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGX_gKyyWI/AAAAAAAADZ8/-nIp2KdDiMQ/s320/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We harvested them a little too soon. But it's already edible.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGX_DCU7SI/AAAAAAAADZ0/-lEPXHsgIyc/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368739340204961058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGX_DCU7SI/AAAAAAAADZ0/-lEPXHsgIyc/s320/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGVknT_LGI/AAAAAAAADZs/j37lp3EfeH4/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368736687062985826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGVknT_LGI/AAAAAAAADZs/j37lp3EfeH4/s320/13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh by the way, this is how peanut flowers look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGonE0UgFI/AAAAAAAADbU/8cpKwxPiOpI/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368757620063895634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGonE0UgFI/AAAAAAAADbU/8cpKwxPiOpI/s320/P1010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGonTQM1HI/AAAAAAAADbc/p0Foes-bxCo/s1600-h/P1010024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368757623938929778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGonTQM1HI/AAAAAAAADbc/p0Foes-bxCo/s320/P1010024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now washing the peanuts to free them from soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGVkakmy8I/AAAAAAAADZk/vKPZeOGuoGs/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368736683643030466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGVkakmy8I/AAAAAAAADZk/vKPZeOGuoGs/s320/14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice and clean~ and we boiled them in water with salt added. Yummy yummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGVjik250I/AAAAAAAADZc/066Vz2Lnj5c/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368736668611700546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGVjik250I/AAAAAAAADZc/066Vz2Lnj5c/s320/15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I looked like an idiot posing like that. Know what plant is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGVja7D_kI/AAAAAAAADZU/pZ-E0aD9b2M/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368736666557349442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGVja7D_kI/AAAAAAAADZU/pZ-E0aD9b2M/s320/16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's tapioca.&lt;br /&gt;My bro tugging the roots(tapioca).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGVizImYOI/AAAAAAAADZM/ydcaO95CkAs/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368736655876710626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGVizImYOI/AAAAAAAADZM/ydcaO95CkAs/s320/17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUwcX3IiI/AAAAAAAADZE/U-e-nm3SLcI/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368735790773248546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUwcX3IiI/AAAAAAAADZE/U-e-nm3SLcI/s320/18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tada~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUvzW8ckI/AAAAAAAADY8/GjNjBo2-ty0/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368735779763548738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUvzW8ckI/AAAAAAAADY8/GjNjBo2-ty0/s320/19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tapiocas were slim... maybe the soil not fertilised enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUvn3GuMI/AAAAAAAADY0/dwK11l8zHUg/s1600-h/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368735776677214402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUvn3GuMI/AAAAAAAADY0/dwK11l8zHUg/s320/20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My aunts had them cleaned and cut and boiled. Dab it with sugar and it tasted fabulous~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUvXIPiNI/AAAAAAAADYs/e-xiMIfFe0c/s1600-h/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368735772185692370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUvXIPiNI/AAAAAAAADYs/e-xiMIfFe0c/s320/21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the stem of the tapioca looks like. The center bit looks edible. But I ain't gonna try it. Raw tapioca is poisonous. I hell ain't gonna try eating its stem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUu6hpeTI/AAAAAAAADYk/ALF9wWVkCMQ/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368735764507621682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUu6hpeTI/AAAAAAAADYk/ALF9wWVkCMQ/s320/22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is er.. dunno... US cucumber or something. We had local cucumber, Japanese cucumber which is smaller. This is a huge one. Ya, I think my bro said to me this is US cucumber. I think the local cucumber tastes better. Usually it's quite straight, but this is an odd one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUR6-ge1I/AAAAAAAADYc/iQw78W73HqI/s1600-h/23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368735266412460882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUR6-ge1I/AAAAAAAADYc/iQw78W73HqI/s320/23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A baby eggplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGonu0cwXI/AAAAAAAADbk/m6-pWHNosUk/s1600-h/P1010029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368757631338725746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGonu0cwXI/AAAAAAAADbk/m6-pWHNosUk/s320/P1010029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our papaya "babies" just don't stay... They kept dropped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGURUASzHI/AAAAAAAADYU/bTqFR-p7GWc/s1600-h/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368735255950969970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGURUASzHI/AAAAAAAADYU/bTqFR-p7GWc/s320/24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this leave. So funny, grow from the center...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUQ9eTJ2I/AAAAAAAADYM/mmCxYcETpi8/s1600-h/25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368735249902806882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUQ9eTJ2I/AAAAAAAADYM/mmCxYcETpi8/s320/25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a fly. It stopped on a leave near me so I just took a shot anyhow. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUQgviqgI/AAAAAAAADYE/0sm6mgbdDVg/s1600-h/26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368735242190498306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUQgviqgI/AAAAAAAADYE/0sm6mgbdDVg/s320/26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that's a tiny worm or something.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUQWq6faI/AAAAAAAADX8/JCK2JxlpGvQ/s1600-h/27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368735239486733730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGUQWq6faI/AAAAAAAADX8/JCK2JxlpGvQ/s320/27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, as abrupt as it is, this post ends here. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/cheeky.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-2175000199824858602?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2175000199824858602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=2175000199824858602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2175000199824858602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2175000199824858602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/organic-organic.html' title='Organic organic'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/SoGZyc83VBI/AAAAAAAADbE/mZHO89H5cZE/s72-c/02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-7704801288003645721</id><published>2009-08-11T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:58:10.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistake before I leave</title><content type='html'>I still made mistake before I leave my job. ..&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/sad2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soooooo busy last week. And I missed out one email. Damn. I was horrified that I missed out that email... my manager didn't scold me. Perhaps he let me off cos I was leaving and felt that he shouldn't scold me in the last few days here &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/cheeky.gif" /&gt; . He just told me "Email is very important. The same it goes in other company you go." and he laughed. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/cheeky.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so ashame.... I was soooooooooo busy last week... I had to handle the quotations, email replies and deliveries................. I know it's no exucse.... but still, I was really busy! &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/cheeky.gif" /&gt;  I tried not to miss out anything.. Somehow I still did.. sigh... so frustrating. I'm just so blur at times..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-7704801288003645721?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7704801288003645721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=7704801288003645721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7704801288003645721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7704801288003645721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/mistake-before-i-leave.html' title='Mistake before I leave'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/th_sad2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-979366660636158027</id><published>2009-08-09T00:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:20:29.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson Conspiracy</title><content type='html'>Waited for some time for this book to reach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sn2jSWhXBMI/AAAAAAAADX0/dtCqmWj4vE0/s1600-h/MJconspiracy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367625866573972674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sn2jSWhXBMI/AAAAAAAADX0/dtCqmWj4vE0/s320/MJconspiracy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It talks about the 2005 child molestation trial of MJ. It made me even sadder for MJ's life. He was really lonely. And... always betrayed by people around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my review of the book which I wrote in Amazon :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I finished the book with a heavy heart. It just shocked me so much, how blinded the DA prosecutor Tom Sneddon was by his vengeance, possibly racism and prejudice against Michael Jackson. This child molest case, did not make sense at all. It is scary what people in power can do particularly when they have a prejudice against certain people. What about "innocent until proven guilty" huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accusers' deposition changed all the time, and they said they've been molested but on the other hand the accusers' mother kept praising MJ. And the prosecutors went all out trying to put words in the defense witnesses' mouths that they've been molested by MJ. It was completely ridiculous. And it shocked me just as much, if not more, that the press picked and chose what to report about the trial, mostly negatives and also made things look negative when they were not. And the press simply disregard the positive and strong evidences presented completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also shocked me how unsuspecting MJ was towards people around him. Perhaps because the accusers were children, children he helped and loved so much. NObody can understand how MJ felt, being betrayed by people he loved so much over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank the author for telling the truth about the case. But I think it will be a better read if she did not praise MJ that much. I do not disagree of what she praised about MJ. Just as Ms Jones described, MJ in my eyes, was "royalty", was amazing, almost "had an aura" around him. But so many praises would probably make people feel that the book is biased. It almost felt like it was written by an overzealous fan. In my opinion it will put off readers who already have prejudice against MJ. But if one can read it with an open heart, disregard the praises, look at the facts brought about by the defense lawyer (ironically, witnesses from prosecutors strengthened the arguments by the defense), you will see that this trial was a joke. A waste of tax payers' money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-979366660636158027?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/979366660636158027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=979366660636158027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/979366660636158027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/979366660636158027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/michael-jackson-conspiracy.html' title='Michael Jackson Conspiracy'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Sn2jSWhXBMI/AAAAAAAADX0/dtCqmWj4vE0/s72-c/MJconspiracy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-2418481986193540891</id><published>2009-08-08T01:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:31:21.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busiest 3 days in 5 yrs</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's already 2:30am. Time is really not enough. A blink, hours would be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been tired this week, didn't write much. There are photos I wanted to post but just too tired. I broke my record by sleeping at 10:55pm on Wed night. I never sleep so early except when I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My manager took leave from Wed to Fri. My Japanese colleague has went back to Japan. So I am the only one left to in charge of delivery and replying emails and quotation requests from customers. And I was supposed to teach the new girl Phyllis and hand over my job. I have had no time whatsoever to do that as the delivery and replying emails took most of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the busiest 3 days in the 5+ years I have worked in this company. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was so busy doing the deliveries and replying emails, some people still acts like a pain in the ass. No, correction, he did not "act LIKE" a pain in the ass. He IS a pain in the ass. One of our customers needed something to be corrected. The part has been produced. But the customer wanted it to be modified still, of course we have to comply. Should there be any extra charge, I will let my manager decide when he comes back. Most importanly at the moment was to fulfill what the customer required. It was not a very difficult thing. And the engineers are not at the busiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was the problem? The engineer involved complaint about this. Basically, he complains about everything, except when he surfs stock exchange websites during office hour. And I said if he's not happy, go and blame the customer. He said sarcastically, "&lt;em&gt;How can I blame the customer? Customer is always correct. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can only blame the person who liaise with the customer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck??! &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/midfinger.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the customer who wanted the part to be modified, not us who made a mistake and need to have last minute changes. It was not my fault. Even when it's customer's fault, what we can, we do for them. This is service. If we have no choice but to charge the customer for the extra work then we shall discuss with the customer. It won't do nobody any good by giving such fucking-annoying-counterproductive comment. It won't settle anything. We exchanged a few sentences. And I ended the conversation by saying "If you're not happy, go and tell the customer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he thinks my manager's (sales) work is "very easy". He takes things for granted way too much. My manager had to deal with all kinds of nasty customers while the engineers comfortably sit in the office, doing their thing and (some) still don't admit it when they make mistakes. He really should be sent to do some sales and servicing customers. Then he'll know the real world : Things are not that easy. One cannot just tell the customer "No, the part is done. You cannot change." And business does NOT come easy like he thought : "&lt;em&gt;Just be daring and charge them&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;high high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/rolleye.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-2418481986193540891?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2418481986193540891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=2418481986193540891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2418481986193540891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2418481986193540891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/busiest-3-days-in-5-yrs.html' title='Busiest 3 days in 5 yrs'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/th_midfinger.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-2341007554343094669</id><published>2009-08-05T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:31:02.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity con artist convicted</title><content type='html'>Another bad news about people getting money from a charity organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_412841.html"&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_412841.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A MAN in his early 20s who set up a network of charities, only to con the public of more than $100,000, was convicted on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The con artist, Rajendren Rajamani, 26, who helped himself to $47,300 of the donations, will be sentenced on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on Wednesday, Rajendren pleaded with the judge for a non-excessive sentence that would not have a 'crushing effect'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mitigation, he claimed he was so moved by the poverty he had witnessed on a trip to India as a 12-year-old that he was compelled to start a charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, he set up three charities supposedly to help disadvantaged children here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it turned out to be an elaborate scheme to get the public, another charity, and even his parents to part with their money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say : &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sickening.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-2341007554343094669?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2341007554343094669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=2341007554343094669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2341007554343094669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2341007554343094669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/08/charity-con-artist-convicted.html' title='Charity con artist convicted'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-2847396713412571584</id><published>2009-07-31T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:29:41.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the half blood prince</title><content type='html'>Just watched HP and The Half Blood Prince. Most people who watched it didn't like it. I didn't like the 4th movie. But I quite like this one. I think they did a great job in picking up the very essence from the book.  And most importantly, Dumbledore no longer behaved like a gangster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love scenes between the 3 main characters were very natural. The sceneries were nice as usual. I like Harry's acting in this episode than the previous movies (except the first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those in the cinema was surprised at the end of the movie : "Huh? finished already ah?" I have read the book, so naturally I know this movie ends there. I give the movie... 4 stars. Why not 5 stars? Ehm, I don't know. hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-2847396713412571584?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2847396713412571584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=2847396713412571584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2847396713412571584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/2847396713412571584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html' title='Harry Potter and the half blood prince'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-6315948206990013152</id><published>2009-07-31T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:11:26.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Tiger airway</title><content type='html'>Several months ago Tiger Airway had the $1 ticket promotion. I blogged about me purchased the ticket with Angel. I eventually paid only $12 for a return ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, I received an email from Tiger Airway : they have "suspended" the flights all ticket fares would be refunded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck? No, what a FRAUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flights involved were booked up in a very short time. So they can't use "the flights are mostly empty and they have no choice" as an excuse to cancel the flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand airlines have every right to cancel flights. But this is not the way to do business isn't it? They've achieved publicity during the promotion and then they cancel us off. What a fraud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-6315948206990013152?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6315948206990013152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=6315948206990013152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6315948206990013152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/6315948206990013152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/stupid-tiger-airway.html' title='Stupid Tiger airway'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-3006606529320880922</id><published>2009-07-31T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:57:12.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's mental</title><content type='html'>The sensational news of a NTU student stabbed a professor and jumped to his death has got the "verdict" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_409686.html?vgnmr=1"&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_409686.html?vgnmr=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a "verdict" because that the family of the NTU student (David) who allegedly stabbed the professor, DID NOT believe their beloved son and brother would commit suicide. And the case went to court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so damn crazy man. I understand their grief and sadness of losing their son and brother. But the evidences were soooooooo freaking strong and valid. Why don't they believe it?? Yes, they are sad, they are in denial. But totally overthrow all those evidences are CRAZY! THat's no longer just "denial" but mental. THey really have gone mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor was stabbed on his back. No one can stab themself on the back like that. What's there not to believe?? And several students saw David jumped to his death. If this is a conspiracy, they must involve a hell lot of people. And for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague insisted there must be a reason for the assault. He insisted that there must be some untold truth such as, maybe the professional has stolen the computer programme that David wrote... I do not believe in this. Even if there's something like this, it does not mean David can go and stab people. He was still the perpetrator. There's no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family said they will go to international court for this. They had been really really angry about the verdict. Mental! Totally irrational. Would the international court even consider attend to such thing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say this but this is really a waste of the court's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-3006606529320880922?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3006606529320880922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=3006606529320880922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3006606529320880922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/3006606529320880922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-mental.html' title='That&apos;s mental'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-8612543773988330623</id><published>2009-07-29T01:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:59:46.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really love seeing ppl get drunk</title><content type='html'>My Japanese colleague is leaving. Her last day is this Friday. So today we had a farewell dinner. Sort of a farewell dinner for me too, as I'm leaving next month too. And after that we went karaoke, for the FIRST time in my 5.5 years here. haha. We've been talking about going to karaoke for ages but hardly anyone was keen. So we never made it until today, well, yesterday. It's 1:30am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SO MUCH fun and SO MUCH laughter. My MD got "pretty" drunk and started dancing with Heineken bottles... There was still half a bottle of beer in it. The beer was therefore poured on the floor but my MD seemed not to notice AT ALL. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/laughing.gif" /&gt; Mind you, he is a VERY GOOD drinker. It's some serious drinking when he's drunk... He drinks EVERYTHING, beer, wine, chinese liquor, hard liquor... He drank this and that... everything... The China guys were really good drinkers too. Kept complaining the cocktails were tasteless and asked for neat Brandy instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MD was so drunk that he forgot his address. And he showed the wrong way when my colleague drove him home. aaahahahahahaha.... My MD let us all go to work the next day at 10am. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang Chinese, ENglish, Japanese, Hokkien, Malay and even Thai songs~ so much fun. The cover charge was supposed to be $18++. For members there's a promotion and you toss the dice, and you can enjoy different levels of discount. I tossed it, and got the lowest discount. I knew it. I never have such luck. And the staff said, "You can toss it again, I'll pretend I never saw that." My colleague then tossed it. Guess what? He got the "Free cover charge". Woho!! The staff could not believe our luck. I can tell she regretted what she said. But you can't take back what you said... I pity her. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/cheeky.gif" /&gt; hahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we spent $500+ there. If there was cover charge, it includes 2 drinks for each person and it will be about $200+ excluding extra drinks that we were to order. So I guess she would be happy to see the bill at the end. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing though, I really really enjoy seeing people get drunk.&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/laughing.gif" /&gt; My China colleague, when he first came he can only speak one English word :"No". Whatever you ask him, he will say "no", regardless what is the question. hahaha.. He's here about a year. He has the will to learn and he bought electronic dictionary and attended free classes organised by church. Now he improved a lot. But still, can only speak the basic. And when he got drunk, he spoke to me in English!!! &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/laughing.gif" /&gt; He asked me "You go Toa Payoh? You go Toa Payoh?" hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously at &lt;a href="http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/yeow-shuns-wedding.html" target="_blank"&gt;Yeow Shun's wedding&lt;/a&gt;, same thing happened. My friend Gigi and KaiLong, when they got drunk at the wedding dinner, they too started talking in English too which is unusual!! HAHAHAHAHAH... but it was darn hilarious. So now I know, this was not an unique case. hahahaha.... I think they should drink more in order to improve their English. AAAAAHAHHAHAHAHA.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a bit sad to leave the company. Afterall I've worked there for over 5years and for the most part everybody got along really well. But.. gotta move on. It can't be helped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13298673-8612543773988330623?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8612543773988330623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=8612543773988330623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8612543773988330623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/8612543773988330623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/karaoke-hahaha.html' title='I really love seeing ppl get drunk'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/th_laughing.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13298673.post-7144437794618015970</id><published>2009-07-26T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:12:31.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Bale</title><content type='html'>The FBI agent, Purvis in the movie Public Enemies - Christian Bale, was the kid in Empire of The Sun. That really surprised me. I had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Smx8nIKZCRI/AAAAAAAADXk/RrFPJe0irl0/s1600-h/CB.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362798267939227922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Smx8nIKZCRI/AAAAAAAADXk/RrFPJe0irl0/s320/CB.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked really charming in Pubic Enemies. And when I know he's the kid in Empire of The Sun, it felt awkward. Because his last image in my head was still a kid. Suddenly he's all grown up and all attractive. I only just know the adult Christian Bale. It felt like.. I think a little boy is attractive. Kind of sick feeling.. hahahah.. I don't know if anyone understand what I am saying... anyway.. just odd feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Smx8nKCTlKI/AAAAAAAADXc/FsYGtGJYXOI/s1600-h/christianbale.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362798268442186914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Smx8nKCTlKI/AAAAAAAADXc/FsYGtGJYXOI/s320/christianbale.bmp" 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/13298673-7144437794618015970?l=diveaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7144437794618015970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13298673&amp;postID=7144437794618015970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7144437794618015970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13298673/posts/default/7144437794618015970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diveaway.blogspot.com/2009/07/christian-bale.html' title='Christian Bale'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13289325395141279902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/ocean_goer/Blog/DSC01987b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__i2Jj3lMTGQ/Smx8nIKZCRI/AAAAAAAADXk/RrFPJe0irl0/s72-c/CB.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
