<?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-5490828783846916990</id><updated>2012-01-21T09:28:06.429+08:00</updated><category term='Chocolate crap'/><category term='bored choc'/><category term='Choc Birthdays'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='Chocolate and media'/><category term='Funny Chocolate'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='Chocolate blabber'/><category term='Non-chocoholic'/><category term='Chocolate and Books'/><category term='chocolate and friends'/><category term='Life of a chocoholic'/><category term='chocolate and politics'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Chocolate in love'/><category term='random chocolate'/><category term='music'/><category term='Craft'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Super chocolatey'/><category term='Chocolate stories'/><title type='text'>Chocoholic</title><subtitle type='html'>When the going gets tough, the tough eats chocolate.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-5428613991552278258</id><published>2010-12-21T13:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:32:19.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Morning Glory Muffins</title><content type='html'>With dates, walnuts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TRA7H7z8AnI/AAAAAAAABnk/vY1Yvs7zcH8/s1600/IMG_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TRA7H7z8AnI/AAAAAAAABnk/vY1Yvs7zcH8/s400/IMG_0367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553003348048478834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and BANANANANANANASSS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TRA7HtDviMI/AAAAAAAABnc/dZVri5VpU0c/s1600/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TRA7HtDviMI/AAAAAAAABnc/dZVri5VpU0c/s400/IMG_0368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553003344088238274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should kidnap my oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TRA7HrDn50I/AAAAAAAABnU/oZXsE8B9p9c/s1600/IMG_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TRA7HrDn50I/AAAAAAAABnU/oZXsE8B9p9c/s400/IMG_0370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553003343550867266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or donate me their bellies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TRA7Hbvc_UI/AAAAAAAABnM/PVwEyX7RlJE/s1600/IMG_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TRA7Hbvc_UI/AAAAAAAABnM/PVwEyX7RlJE/s400/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553003339439734082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-5428613991552278258?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/5428613991552278258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=5428613991552278258' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5428613991552278258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5428613991552278258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/12/morning-glpry-muffins.html' title='Morning Glory Muffins'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TRA7H7z8AnI/AAAAAAAABnk/vY1Yvs7zcH8/s72-c/IMG_0367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-7045318575437774978</id><published>2010-12-11T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:36:41.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Rolls, rolls and more rolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TQOaQM8RB7I/AAAAAAAABnE/Y-4U_FZvTXs/s1600/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TQOaQM8RB7I/AAAAAAAABnE/Y-4U_FZvTXs/s400/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549448768993167282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TQOaPaLqASI/AAAAAAAABm8/B-P-mSGjnXA/s1600/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TQOaPaLqASI/AAAAAAAABm8/B-P-mSGjnXA/s400/IMG_0348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549448755367510306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TQOaOScvdjI/AAAAAAAABm0/gHrZ0brsEr4/s1600/IMG_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TQOaOScvdjI/AAAAAAAABm0/gHrZ0brsEr4/s400/IMG_0347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549448736111818290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TQOaNUJiNlI/AAAAAAAABms/aeuu4roXdJ0/s1600/IMG_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TQOaNUJiNlI/AAAAAAAABms/aeuu4roXdJ0/s400/IMG_0346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549448719388259922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-7045318575437774978?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/7045318575437774978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=7045318575437774978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/7045318575437774978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/7045318575437774978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/12/rolls-rolls-and-more-rolls.html' title='Rolls, rolls and more rolls'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TQOaQM8RB7I/AAAAAAAABnE/Y-4U_FZvTXs/s72-c/IMG_0349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-3296936569959460575</id><published>2010-12-10T14:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T14:31:38.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Molasses Cookies</title><content type='html'>Before baking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TQHIpGS28tI/AAAAAAAABmk/UxiAIMIb6ew/s1600/IMG_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TQHIpGS28tI/AAAAAAAABmk/UxiAIMIb6ew/s400/IMG_0339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548936824287064786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TQHIo2PN6aI/AAAAAAAABmc/0BcBEVItd0A/s1600/IMG_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TQHIo2PN6aI/AAAAAAAABmc/0BcBEVItd0A/s400/IMG_0342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548936819976825250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. and the house smells nice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TQHIomJsJbI/AAAAAAAABmU/wW3NqeIn6XU/s1600/IMG_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TQHIomJsJbI/AAAAAAAABmU/wW3NqeIn6XU/s400/IMG_0345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548936815658673586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe from &lt;a href="http://eatliverun.com/long-wintermolasses-cookies/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. =) Give it a try! It's easy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-3296936569959460575?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/3296936569959460575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=3296936569959460575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3296936569959460575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3296936569959460575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/12/molasses-cookies.html' title='Molasses Cookies'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TQHIpGS28tI/AAAAAAAABmk/UxiAIMIb6ew/s72-c/IMG_0339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-1335935165943176501</id><published>2010-12-05T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T22:17:56.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Apple Muffins</title><content type='html'>Boy, does this smell goooood......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TPue1Nc6n4I/AAAAAAAABmM/dQwLQADsMnE/s1600/IMG_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TPue1Nc6n4I/AAAAAAAABmM/dQwLQADsMnE/s400/IMG_0321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547202003018096514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked pumpkin and apples....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TPue0uRlBLI/AAAAAAAABmE/ONxD0QazWaw/s1600/IMG_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TPue0uRlBLI/AAAAAAAABmE/ONxD0QazWaw/s400/IMG_0320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547201994649044146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recipe from&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/pumpkin-apple-muffins-with-streusel-topping/Detail.aspx"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-1335935165943176501?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/1335935165943176501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=1335935165943176501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1335935165943176501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1335935165943176501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/12/pumpkin-apple-muffins.html' title='Pumpkin Apple Muffins'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TPue1Nc6n4I/AAAAAAAABmM/dQwLQADsMnE/s72-c/IMG_0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-8941397054552098227</id><published>2010-12-03T09:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T09:57:48.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>I smell bananas baking in the oven...</title><content type='html'>Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Freshly baked banana bread...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TPhOTwLHYmI/AAAAAAAABls/ixY9jggy5Us/s1600/IMG_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TPhOTwLHYmI/AAAAAAAABls/ixY9jggy5Us/s400/IMG_0305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546269042362770018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TPhOTOj7EQI/AAAAAAAABlk/clawOd2MZ3w/s1600/IMG_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TPhOTOj7EQI/AAAAAAAABlk/clawOd2MZ3w/s400/IMG_0304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546269033340014850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TPhOWA7mLoI/AAAAAAAABl8/SlBYocW5taU/s1600/IMG_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TPhOWA7mLoI/AAAAAAAABl8/SlBYocW5taU/s400/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546269081220820610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TPhOVQfUsfI/AAAAAAAABl0/5-F8FSF0_4E/s1600/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TPhOVQfUsfI/AAAAAAAABl0/5-F8FSF0_4E/s400/IMG_0306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546269068217332210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-8941397054552098227?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/8941397054552098227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=8941397054552098227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8941397054552098227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8941397054552098227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-smell-bananas-baking-in-oven.html' title='I smell bananas baking in the oven...'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TPhOTwLHYmI/AAAAAAAABls/ixY9jggy5Us/s72-c/IMG_0305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-7369383677764121963</id><published>2010-11-23T10:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T10:18:22.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Breakfast cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOskITYuRQI/AAAAAAAABlU/x_6fPVDLeYU/s1600/IMG_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOskITYuRQI/AAAAAAAABlU/x_6fPVDLeYU/s400/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542563491471049986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOskIsNJsRI/AAAAAAAABlc/Gkx1uTGgwZA/s1600/IMG_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOskIsNJsRI/AAAAAAAABlc/Gkx1uTGgwZA/s400/IMG_0294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542563498133401874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-7369383677764121963?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/7369383677764121963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=7369383677764121963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/7369383677764121963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/7369383677764121963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/11/breakfast-cookies.html' title='Breakfast cookies'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOskITYuRQI/AAAAAAAABlU/x_6fPVDLeYU/s72-c/IMG_0295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-5217242351711290250</id><published>2010-11-19T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:30:19.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Crispy Chickpea Bites</title><content type='html'>Recipe from &lt;a href="http://ohsheglows.com/2010/10/28/crispy-chickpea-bites-in-the-oven/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOX87PmOfpI/AAAAAAAABlM/Ionl7FEzTHc/s1600/IMG_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOX87PmOfpI/AAAAAAAABlM/Ionl7FEzTHc/s400/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541113011278610066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just keep chewing on this the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOX86_r0dyI/AAAAAAAABlE/RlfJYTf65lU/s1600/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOX86_r0dyI/AAAAAAAABlE/RlfJYTf65lU/s400/IMG_0289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541113007007102754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fun part is that the chickpea "dough" is so fun and easy to shape. :) Hence the various fun shapes :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-5217242351711290250?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/5217242351711290250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=5217242351711290250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5217242351711290250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5217242351711290250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/11/crispy-chickpea-bites.html' title='Crispy Chickpea Bites'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOX87PmOfpI/AAAAAAAABlM/Ionl7FEzTHc/s72-c/IMG_0290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-6835824477156447089</id><published>2010-11-18T12:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:11:35.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Drowning in Chocolate</title><content type='html'>Since I was so in love with&lt;a href="http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-just-have-to-share-with-you.html"&gt; the chocolate pudding&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to make it again. And again. With a few little tweaks and experiments, of course! :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Way No.1: Little chocolate pudding cupcakes :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The base: Graham crackers/digestives grounded + peanut butter *licks lips* + butter *mmmm* + cocoa powder + sugarrrrrr :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOSywAEWcAI/AAAAAAAABkM/3CL5vOcc6JA/s400/IMG_0214.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540749979294265346" /&gt;And you may now proceed to just eat the base.. nom nom nom =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though, you can save some and add the chocolate pudding on top..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" you="" may="" now="" proceed="" to="" just="" eat="" the="" nom="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOSywPHeTjI/AAAAAAAABkU/Qyt3R5MHyPg/s400/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540749983333895730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then freeze it.. or if your chocolate pudding was not too runny like mine was, then chill it in the fridge will be just fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOSywbWmwlI/AAAAAAAABkc/OpjG2AQ4vtg/s1600/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOSywbWmwlI/AAAAAAAABkc/OpjG2AQ4vtg/s400/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540749986618589778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way No.2: Chocolate "cream" crepes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOSywnJxQ1I/AAAAAAAABkk/eNB7mhJm7-k/s1600/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOSywnJxQ1I/AAAAAAAABkk/eNB7mhJm7-k/s400/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540749989785977682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spread a generous amount of ze chocolate pudding on ze ready made crepe, and sprinkle some peanuts. Or chocolate chips. Or more chocolate.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOS0qEfapvI/AAAAAAAABks/6pCcJjeKJS8/s1600/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOS0qEfapvI/AAAAAAAABks/6pCcJjeKJS8/s400/IMG_0254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540752076425570034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And roll it up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOS0qCv6rrI/AAAAAAAABk0/nOxYXO5YfpA/s1600/IMG_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOS0qCv6rrI/AAAAAAAABk0/nOxYXO5YfpA/s400/IMG_0255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540752075957907122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And chill it for a while.. till you get this :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOS0qv8rwxI/AAAAAAAABk8/G10F1wS2dmQ/s1600/IMG_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOS0qv8rwxI/AAAAAAAABk8/G10F1wS2dmQ/s400/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540752088091050770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-6835824477156447089?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/6835824477156447089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=6835824477156447089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/6835824477156447089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/6835824477156447089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/11/drowning-in-chocolate.html' title='Drowning in Chocolate'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOSywAEWcAI/AAAAAAAABkM/3CL5vOcc6JA/s72-c/IMG_0214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-1830273533725801544</id><published>2010-11-16T17:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T17:44:15.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft'/><title type='text'>Just for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOJSN_wt06I/AAAAAAAABj8/xNiaZVVk9h0/s1600/IMG_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOJSN_wt06I/AAAAAAAABj8/xNiaZVVk9h0/s400/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540080892026672034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOJSNvwZLiI/AAAAAAAABj0/QeugB-lAHJc/s1600/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOJSNvwZLiI/AAAAAAAABj0/QeugB-lAHJc/s400/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540080887730351650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOJSNcboSgI/AAAAAAAABjs/9CNeySAcEwk/s1600/IMG_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOJSNcboSgI/AAAAAAAABjs/9CNeySAcEwk/s400/IMG_0278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540080882542987778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOJSM13WfeI/AAAAAAAABjk/dmjVNWvz54k/s1600/IMG_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOJSM13WfeI/AAAAAAAABjk/dmjVNWvz54k/s400/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540080872190279138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOJSMvMPOhI/AAAAAAAABjc/L5BSOt9iUyg/s1600/IMG_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOJSMvMPOhI/AAAAAAAABjc/L5BSOt9iUyg/s400/IMG_0276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540080870398835218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-1830273533725801544?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/1830273533725801544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=1830273533725801544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1830273533725801544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1830273533725801544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TOJSN_wt06I/AAAAAAAABj8/xNiaZVVk9h0/s72-c/IMG_0282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-6967256791585139802</id><published>2010-11-15T14:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:32:03.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Terrified- Katharine McPhee</title><content type='html'>Amazing song... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/un60RISzE-A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/un60RISzE-A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even more amazing because of who's being featured in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zachary Levi as in Chuck Bartowski in Chuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine incorporating his singing abilities in Chuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-6967256791585139802?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/6967256791585139802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=6967256791585139802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/6967256791585139802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/6967256791585139802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/11/terrified-katharine-mcphee.html' title='Terrified- Katharine McPhee'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-5488074314450602310</id><published>2010-11-15T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T13:44:54.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft'/><title type='text'>Overfed Handmade Teddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TODIbuIEXUI/AAAAAAAABjE/OXPRYWat2yo/s1600/IMG_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TODIbuIEXUI/AAAAAAAABjE/OXPRYWat2yo/s400/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539647920229604674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TODIb9bHfMI/AAAAAAAABjM/f3jmcJ9BoPs/s1600/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TODIb9bHfMI/AAAAAAAABjM/f3jmcJ9BoPs/s400/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539647924336032962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TODIcKbtbNI/AAAAAAAABjU/Ue432qBYjWQ/s1600/IMG_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TODIcKbtbNI/AAAAAAAABjU/Ue432qBYjWQ/s400/IMG_0271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539647927828180178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this teddy reminds me of......&lt;br /&gt;Its creator...&lt;br /&gt;Overstuffed with one too many good desserts. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-5488074314450602310?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/5488074314450602310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=5488074314450602310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5488074314450602310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5488074314450602310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/11/overfed-handmade-teddy.html' title='Overfed Handmade Teddy'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TODIbuIEXUI/AAAAAAAABjE/OXPRYWat2yo/s72-c/IMG_0203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-5362152320697735981</id><published>2010-11-13T10:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T10:12:12.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft'/><title type='text'>Broken Fences</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TN3zuZ69vVI/AAAAAAAABi0/RvC_F_IQAlw/s1600/IMG_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TN3zuZ69vVI/AAAAAAAABi0/RvC_F_IQAlw/s400/IMG_0268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538851095293312338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TN3zuhyj8VI/AAAAAAAABi8/OpzsvmOBajc/s1600/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TN3zuhyj8VI/AAAAAAAABi8/OpzsvmOBajc/s400/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538851097405550930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TN3zuAVNt3I/AAAAAAAABis/N5jRquv7r-0/s1600/IMG_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TN3zuAVNt3I/AAAAAAAABis/N5jRquv7r-0/s400/IMG_0269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538851088424089458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-5362152320697735981?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/5362152320697735981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=5362152320697735981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5362152320697735981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5362152320697735981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/11/broken-fences.html' title='Broken Fences'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TN3zuZ69vVI/AAAAAAAABi0/RvC_F_IQAlw/s72-c/IMG_0268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-1714563209467057771</id><published>2010-11-07T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:37:29.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Greek pizza anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TNa5pBgFYPI/AAAAAAAABic/qJxljACCgTw/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TNa5pBgFYPI/AAAAAAAABic/qJxljACCgTw/s400/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536816906327384306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-1714563209467057771?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/1714563209467057771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=1714563209467057771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1714563209467057771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1714563209467057771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/11/greek-pizza-anyone.html' title='Greek pizza anyone?'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TNa5pBgFYPI/AAAAAAAABic/qJxljACCgTw/s72-c/IMG_0191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-3675269294166284389</id><published>2010-11-05T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T22:30:13.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>I just have to share with you</title><content type='html'>This amazing dessert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TNQTfeiKp0I/AAAAAAAABiU/Oe8x16_jqFQ/s1600/IMG_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TNQTfeiKp0I/AAAAAAAABiU/Oe8x16_jqFQ/s400/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536071273438422850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so rich and chocolate-y and smooth and creamy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TNQTfHo2pYI/AAAAAAAABiM/AYp60drnrh0/s1600/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TNQTfHo2pYI/AAAAAAAABiM/AYp60drnrh0/s400/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536071267292456322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel like you're in chocolate heaven with the very first bite.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TNQTfCuS7TI/AAAAAAAABiE/YatV7hLMU9o/s1600/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TNQTfCuS7TI/AAAAAAAABiE/YatV7hLMU9o/s400/IMG_0183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536071265973103922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a catch! :D The ingredients are unbelievable. So simple and unbelievable. Believe it or not, it's made of tofu! Tofu and lots and lots of chocolate. It's literally a comfort food. Imagine being in your pajamas, tucked in bed with a good book and a tub full of this chocolate heaven. Ahhh..... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, click &lt;a href="http://eatliverun.com/vegan-chocolate-pudding/#more-19135"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the recipe. Top it with some nuts. Or cereal. Or moreeeee chocolate chips. One can never get enough of chocolate. There's no such thing as a chocolate overdose in my dictionary anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-3675269294166284389?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/3675269294166284389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=3675269294166284389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3675269294166284389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3675269294166284389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-just-have-to-share-with-you.html' title='I just have to share with you'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TNQTfeiKp0I/AAAAAAAABiU/Oe8x16_jqFQ/s72-c/IMG_0182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-7264767994663640009</id><published>2010-11-04T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T13:43:46.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>A less than 5 minutes frozen dessert</title><content type='html'>Easy and effortless. Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TNJHJXUwdfI/AAAAAAAABh8/GBO17TSewbI/s1600/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TNJHJXUwdfI/AAAAAAAABh8/GBO17TSewbI/s400/IMG_0181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535565118197233138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has my favourite foods:&lt;br /&gt;Bananas. Check.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate. Check. Check.&lt;br /&gt;Peanut butter. Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TNJHJGHA0iI/AAAAAAAABh0/d1-g0uGH1l4/s1600/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TNJHJGHA0iI/AAAAAAAABh0/d1-g0uGH1l4/s400/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535565113576182306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And requires no baking. No baking at all. Check!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it looks healthy. And is kinda healthy. Check! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TNJHIwx2vKI/AAAAAAAABhs/JMy_N9bIt0Q/s1600/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TNJHIwx2vKI/AAAAAAAABhs/JMy_N9bIt0Q/s400/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535565107850296482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe from &lt;a href="http://ohsheglows.com/2010/07/08/frosty-no-bake-glo-cakes/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-7264767994663640009?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/7264767994663640009/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-3343979987516436507</id><published>2010-10-17T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:43:57.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Supposedly 3-layer cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLrhFk1ipyI/AAAAAAAABhE/kFeGSyr421E/s1600/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLrhFk1ipyI/AAAAAAAABhE/kFeGSyr421E/s400/IMG_0155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528978978454546210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLrhFbtRQTI/AAAAAAAABg8/g_FYYLp5ulc/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLrhFbtRQTI/AAAAAAAABg8/g_FYYLp5ulc/s400/IMG_0158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528978976003932466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLrhFFMInyI/AAAAAAAABg0/HkWtjZGzuQw/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLrhFFMInyI/AAAAAAAABg0/HkWtjZGzuQw/s400/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528978969959374626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom layer: Banana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Middle layer: Kiwi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top layer: Chocolate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until I found out that the mixtures for banana and chocolate were insufficient. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still good anyways. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-3343979987516436507?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/3343979987516436507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=3343979987516436507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3343979987516436507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3343979987516436507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/10/supposedly-3-layer-cupcakes.html' title='Supposedly 3-layer cupcakes'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLrhFk1ipyI/AAAAAAAABhE/kFeGSyr421E/s72-c/IMG_0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-8243729925726656910</id><published>2010-10-16T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T21:44:04.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>15 minute oatmeal scones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLmrklzWPBI/AAAAAAAABgs/NtXtYfDx34I/s1600/IMG_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLmrklzWPBI/AAAAAAAABgs/NtXtYfDx34I/s400/IMG_0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528638662685113362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLmrkWkrQXI/AAAAAAAABgk/i6QfCGS-4DM/s1600/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLmrkWkrQXI/AAAAAAAABgk/i6QfCGS-4DM/s400/IMG_0152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528638658597044594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLmrkL7bubI/AAAAAAAABgc/DhvifERY0gI/s1600/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLmrkL7bubI/AAAAAAAABgc/DhvifERY0gI/s400/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528638655739705778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recipe from &lt;a href="http://eatliverun.com/a-fifteen-minute-success/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;Tweak it a little by using soy milk instead of milk and added a teaspoon of black sesame powder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Delicious with jam/ peanut butter/ anything you like :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nom Nom Nom. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-8243729925726656910?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/8243729925726656910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=8243729925726656910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8243729925726656910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8243729925726656910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/10/15-minute-oatmeal-scones.html' title='15 minute oatmeal scones'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLmrklzWPBI/AAAAAAAABgs/NtXtYfDx34I/s72-c/IMG_0151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-6007721883949690828</id><published>2010-10-14T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:27:16.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Spice Muffins and Chocolate Cheese Oatmeal Scones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLcgbpwIF_I/AAAAAAAABfk/eJeoG0QhMgk/s1600/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLcgbpwIF_I/AAAAAAAABfk/eJeoG0QhMgk/s400/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527922727056840690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLcgb-XTHhI/AAAAAAAABfs/8LC-UpRLtAI/s1600/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLcgb-XTHhI/AAAAAAAABfs/8LC-UpRLtAI/s400/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527922732589850130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLcgc589rwI/AAAAAAAABgE/wcR-dEHqZag/s1600/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TLcgc589rwI/AAAAAAAABgE/wcR-dEHqZag/s400/IMG_0150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527922748585520898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because baking distracts. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-6007721883949690828?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/6007721883949690828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=6007721883949690828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-8420521660467038363</id><published>2010-10-07T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T00:02:30.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Doubt</title><content type='html'>I hope,&lt;div&gt;I'm right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still question myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I knew,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether this is the right path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or a death trap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could be as sure as you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-8420521660467038363?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/8420521660467038363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=8420521660467038363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8420521660467038363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8420521660467038363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/10/doubt.html' title='Doubt'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-1620061322660984521</id><published>2010-10-06T13:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T00:02:52.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry.&lt;div&gt;I lied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was bitter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And resentful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And angry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hateful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hurt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And humiliated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needed to talk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my lips were sealed shut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needed someone to listen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my conscience told me to shut up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I yelled,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I screamed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I shouted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cursed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And swore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came tumbling out as words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the hurt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poured out as a myriad of furious screams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the frustrations,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as angry sobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I listened,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and prayed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the loud sobs quieten down to a whimper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I breathed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All was quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was fine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-1620061322660984521?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/1620061322660984521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=1620061322660984521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1620061322660984521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1620061322660984521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-3825828223836924092</id><published>2010-09-22T12:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:17:12.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate stories'/><title type='text'>The breach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It all started with a simple question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a fine, clear night. The lady was perched on the side of the bed as usual, watching her meticulously tidying up the messy desk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As nonchalantly as possible, the lady asked, " The, um, you-know-what thing, it's safely locked away right? 12 bolts all tightly locked up?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She startled. The lady has never brought up that issue since the past few months. The darkest past few months. She shuddered at the mere thought of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Yes, behind a heavy metal door 12 inches thick."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Oh, yes...." The slight frown on the lady's face disappeared as quickly as it appeared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Why? Is something bothering you?"  She glanced up at the lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Oh, no. Just wondering." The lady chirped. A big smile plastered on her face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then she saw it again. The quickest flash of darkness across the lady's eyes. She blinked. The lady was still smiling cheerily at her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" You can go now. It's getting late too. Better get some rest. I need my beauty sleep too," she winked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She looked at the lady again, with a worried frown on her face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Sure if you say so."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She then turned around abruptly and walked to the door, her light footsteps barely making an indention on the carpet beneath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As she walked along the long hallway to her bedroom, she mulled over the lady's question, clearly disturbed by it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When she tucked herself in bed, her mind was still whirling, the question still giving her the jitters. She thought about the past few weeks. The sudden, occasional glimpse of a shadow, the lady's more than frequent refusal to leave the house other than for work purposes, the lack of guests knocking at the door, and the lady's eyes, yes, those eyes, seemed darker than usual. Black. The blackness of something forbidden. Evil. And the lady, unknowingly, was more cynical than usual. Throwing hurtful remarks around, which were then quickly disguised as a joke with a "I'm just kidding" line. And the cheeriness, those big smiles and the cheerful sing-song tone, were merely a mask, a cover up. She knew so because she was the only one who was able to look deep into the lady's eyes, which tell a different story altogether. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But then, she thought about the 12 inch thick metal door, and the 12 bolts, and she shook her head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"It just can't be possible", she whispered to herself, "It just can't be..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, after an hour of tossing and turning around in her bed, she pulled off the covers and slipped her bare feet onto the cold tiled floor. She just had to take a quick look, just a peek, to reassure herself. She dug around in her bedside drawer until her fingers closed around a heavy metal key, and she slipped it into her pants pocket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She tip-toed passed the lady's room and hurried down the stairs, as quietly as possible. She did not want to wake the lady and cause her unnecessary worry. When she reached the basement, she flicked on the light switch. Utter darkness. It wasn't unusual as they rarely bothered to check on the lights down at the basement since they barely come down this far. Her hands groped around in the dark until she found the cabinet where they stored some candles and matches in case of an emergency. Deftly, she lighted a candle, the sudden glow from the candle blinding her a moment, as her eyes adjusted to her surroundings. She stared around at the dimly lit basement, her eyes resting on a heavy wooden door to her right, and her heart started to beat furiously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Don't be ridiculous," She reassured herself, "Everything will be fine."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She stepped towards the door, and slipped the key into the keyhole. With a swift turn of the key, the door swung open, revealing an empty room. Empty except for a huge heavy metal cabinet bolted shut by 12 locks in the corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She gingerly walked towards the cabinet, using the dimming light from the candle to illuminate the way. Carefully, she ran her fingers on the surface of the cabinet, holding the candle up high, scrupulously checking for any damage or openings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a thorough search, she stepped back, satisfied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Silly me, of course there's nothing to worry about," She muttered to herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, just abruptly, her candle flickered.  A slight flicker. She gasped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"It's probably just my imagination running wild," She thought, "I should get some rest."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just as she turned to leave, it happened again. The flicker of the candle. More noticeable this time. She scurried over to the cabinet again, searching, looking for signs of a leakage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, she saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The tiniest gap. The smallest breach. But big enough for It. She held her candle to the hole, and it flickered as a stream of darkness flowed out from it. She let out a small yelp and scampered to the door, quickly locking it behind. She then dashed up the stairs, rushing to the lady's room, not bothering to lighten her footsteps. She had to warn the lady. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She came to a halt outside the lady's door, panting, catching her breath. Then it happened right before her eyes. The slightest wisp of darkness curled itself around the door knob, creating a makeshift bolt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then, there was a slight laughter. A barely audible sinister laughter. She stifled  a whimper as she backed away from the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She had to get help. She didn't know how, but she just had to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-3825828223836924092?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/3825828223836924092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=3825828223836924092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3825828223836924092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3825828223836924092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/09/breach.html' title='The breach'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-3796927955960057195</id><published>2010-09-14T23:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:39:50.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random chocolate'/><title type='text'>My over-functioning, over-worked brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I just find it hard to fall asleep at night. Well last night was one of those nights where I felt all hyped up even though my bedtime was drawing near. So, i decided to try out my so called Forest Melody (with 'Doctor's recommended sleeping pill' in smaller font at the bottom) app on my phone. Apparently this application plays out soothing nature-themed music that is supposed to calm you down and get you sleeping soundly in no time. All I had to do was set a timer, and wala~ I'm good to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, after setting the timer for a mere 15 minutes, I hopped onto bed and lay down staring at the darkness around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Within a minute....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I think this is working. The sounds of nature is kind of hypnotizing....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*imagines self surrounded by lush green trees with birds of all kinds chirping everywhere*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few seconds later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Woah, this IS REALLY soothing! I should try out the other versions of it! Imagine, getting the ocean version.. waves...beach.. sand..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*brain quickly conjures out image of beach with sand so white it sparkles and the sound of water lapping at the shore*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I wonder how the river version sounds..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Wait, how many more versions are there?? Ocean, river.... and there is another one isn't it? I'm almost SURE there are 3 more.. What's the other one?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Its killing me... Should I just go and turn on my computer and download it right this moment?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Shuddup, its wayyyy past my bedtime. Plus, I'm too lazy to start up my computer again..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I should sleep.....I should REALLY get some rest...Its almost one..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a few moments of silence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Can I bear with these sounds for 15 minutes? Should I just go turn it off?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Aw, I'm too lazy to leave the comfort of my bed, plus I should really get to sleep..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Concentrate... breathe...concentrate on soothing musicc...breatheee" (repeats to self another x 5 times)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moments later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I wonder whether there are mosquitoes in the forest I'm dreaming of...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Cos' that'll will kinda suck right? Being constantly attacked my mosies. It'll ruin the whole point of the peaceful, relaxed atmosphere I'm trying to create."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I hate mosquitoes. Remember that time....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Wait!! Why am I EVEN thinking about mosquitoes?? Where did that come from???!! *mentally slaps self* GO TO SLEEP!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Sleep...sleep...sleep.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Its giving me a headache, you know.. making myself go to sleep...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suddenly, the music stops for a moment.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Wait....what???!! 15 minutes is up??!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Music continues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Oh......"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"15 minutes seems quite long..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I should really stop thinking, it makes my head hurt even more...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"How can I stop thinking when I'm still thinking how to stop thinking. Ahhh...." *grabs head in pain*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Stop. stop. stop. stop. Green. Forest. Bird. Waterfall. Breathe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I should blog about this. Its insane. Talking to myself in the death of the night. Hhmph."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Should. Sleep. Sleep."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Drifted off to sleep sometime after this. Dreaming of such...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TI-W848OxFI/AAAAAAAABfc/CSVQK5KK-2s/s1600/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TI-W848OxFI/AAAAAAAABfc/CSVQK5KK-2s/s400/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516794041373475922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My life. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-3796927955960057195?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/3796927955960057195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=3796927955960057195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3796927955960057195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3796927955960057195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-over-functioning-over-worked-brain.html' title='My over-functioning, over-worked brain'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TI-W848OxFI/AAAAAAAABfc/CSVQK5KK-2s/s72-c/IMG_0108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-2270846596983214997</id><published>2010-09-10T14:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T14:59:09.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Raya 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TInWUytHphI/AAAAAAAABfM/HUIjMEo7Mt0/s1600/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TInWUytHphI/AAAAAAAABfM/HUIjMEo7Mt0/s400/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515174871388628498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TInWUWzGDgI/AAAAAAAABfE/3ceuoTgEnbk/s1600/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TInWUWzGDgI/AAAAAAAABfE/3ceuoTgEnbk/s400/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515174863897497090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TInWT6QhA-I/AAAAAAAABe8/Gc51ISD5qu8/s1600/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TInWT6QhA-I/AAAAAAAABe8/Gc51ISD5qu8/s400/IMG_0095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515174856236270562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TInWTSB8elI/AAAAAAAABe0/OPTwTSN1YR4/s1600/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TInWTSB8elI/AAAAAAAABe0/OPTwTSN1YR4/s400/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515174845437737554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely worth drooling about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-2270846596983214997?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/2270846596983214997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=2270846596983214997' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/2270846596983214997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/2270846596983214997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/09/raya-2010.html' title='Raya 2010'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TInWUytHphI/AAAAAAAABfM/HUIjMEo7Mt0/s72-c/IMG_0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-8179169284608373493</id><published>2010-09-09T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:01:33.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TIiYE51qr5I/AAAAAAAABeE/EtcMvEcrvTk/s1600/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TIiYE51qr5I/AAAAAAAABeE/EtcMvEcrvTk/s400/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514824953727987602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just because the world can seem so much more colourful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-8179169284608373493?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/8179169284608373493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=8179169284608373493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8179169284608373493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8179169284608373493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/09/colours.html' title='Colours'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TIiYE51qr5I/AAAAAAAABeE/EtcMvEcrvTk/s72-c/IMG_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-528316716033482267</id><published>2010-09-08T21:29:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T20:57:58.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Simple no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TIiLzTgQDkI/AAAAAAAABds/d7D1nck72kY/s400/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514811457240305218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These days, I realize that blogging does not come so easily to me anymore. I can no longer sit down and just blog about my everyday life. My posts are no longer simple, easily understood and deciphered. My old posts now seem much more superficial than what I have to say now, the posts being a mere blurry reflection of my past self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nowadays, the urge to blog only seems to come when I have something deeper to share, and, my posts mainly deal with feelings -complicated ones in fact- causing my writings to be multi-layered, carrying more meaning than it seems at the first glance. My writings conceal more than I let on, more than I can ever bring myself to speak out. My posts can sometimes be a cry of help, a place to rant, a place to reflect on the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I too am not as simple and easily figured out as I used to be. In the past, my feelings could easily be described using simple words - sad, happy, angry, worried, afraid. Now, ' It's indescribable', 'It's complicated' and ' I don't want to talk about it' are more likely answers to 'how are you feeling' questions. Its no more as simple as saying 'I'm afraid because I've just sat through a very horrible horror movie'. Now, it seems like a whirlwind of emotions can suddenly surround me and sweep me away at any moment. I can be cheerful and spirited, then nervous and worried and lousy and hurt at the same moment. Sometimes, I don't even get myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tend to be more observant, ponder and contemplate situations more thoroughly and be more sensitive to other's actions. I tend to dwell on stuff more, mull over the past and the present, envisage the future. My goals and priorities too have changed, and I'm more certain of what I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TIiRX4VFp-I/AAAAAAAABd0/_kQGIprI-TU/s400/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514817583159027682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'm grateful. I'm thankful for the people I've met, the changes I had to undergo, the hurdles that I have and yet to have overcome. I'm thankful for all that's happen to me, even though sometimes its hard to fully comprehend certain situations. And I'm thankful that I survived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Note: I am still terrified of horror movies. End result is an inability to sleep after. Movies/books with thriller/tinge of horror elements sends my brain  into overdrive, which causes me to dream of weird random stuff, like my teddy killing me, being watched, conspiring *cough* and funny-looking animals. Hence, the disturbed patterns of sleep due to the recent stuffing of books such as Pretty Little Liars into my poor brain. Oh, the horrors of a scandalous psycho series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Double note: I seem to be constantly attacked by mosquitoes lately. Which is weird. Cos' I'm a far cry from the typical moany,dopey, pale mosquito-loving Bella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TIiRYNJ_WOI/AAAAAAAABd8/uVjd-OpJIfw/s1600/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TIiRYNJ_WOI/AAAAAAAABd8/uVjd-OpJIfw/s400/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514817588749621474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Hello there. I'm melting to the most mushy romantic song ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-528316716033482267?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/528316716033482267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=528316716033482267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/528316716033482267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/528316716033482267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/09/simple-no-more.html' title='Simple no more'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/TIiLzTgQDkI/AAAAAAAABds/d7D1nck72kY/s72-c/IMG_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-1659735689814708017</id><published>2010-08-30T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:50:32.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout</title><content type='html'>Ah, time for a change. =D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets celebrate with chocolates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nom. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-1659735689814708017?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/1659735689814708017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=1659735689814708017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1659735689814708017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1659735689814708017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-layout.html' title='New layout'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-545034251158081034</id><published>2010-08-25T12:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T03:05:40.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Imperfect Perfection</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I find myself lost in my thoughts, trapped in a endless meander of feelings and emotions. Then suddenly,a feeling of deja vu sweeps over me, my surroundings, the places, the people, the incessant chatter become much clearer to me, and I realized that I'm tangled up in my own memories. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As  I retrace the paths taken, walking in my own footsteps, I watch as I slowly stomped my way up life's hill, occasionally straying away from the paths, and sometimes creating my own route other than the norm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I watched as I took a deep plunge into the deep,dark end. I stood by as I watched a projection of myself stumble around, a dark, black veil, clouding my vision. I watched silently as I tripped on rocks and fall into caverns and seemingly bottomless pits. I resisted the urge to try to yank away the veil that blocked my vision, clouded my judgement, prevented me from noticing the sturdy ladder that led out of the pit. I observed my feeble attempts to ask for help. The words vanishing from the tip of my tongue before it could be spoken. I watched helplessly as I saw myself pull away from others, sinking deeper into the cloud of darkness that enveloped me. I tried to call out to myself, to help me escape from the seemingly never-ending pain, but no sound escaped my lips and my arms hung limply, useless by my side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I watched as I slowly groped my way around, creating footholds in the walls, and finally emerging, bruised, battered and broken, but also more experienced, confident, matured and understanding. That's when I realized, I HAD to fall into the deep end, to discover my purpose in life, to meet you, you and you, to realize how much others care, to grow, to mature, and to experience. And even though the wounds are deep, and the scars might be forever, its this little imperfections that make me a complete human being. And maybe in the future, when I meet you, lost in an abyss of despair, I can say with assurance that I've been there, I understand you and you'll be fine. And I will listen to you, and help you speak the words that you could not speak and give you the guidance that you need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'll tell you that life is definitely not a bed of roses, you'll trip over pebbles, rocks and the occasional rabbit, stumble into gutters and drains, before dragging your weary, bruised feet over to the bed of roses, plumping down onto it and leaping up seconds later, scratched by them roses. That's life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-545034251158081034?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/545034251158081034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=545034251158081034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/545034251158081034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/545034251158081034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/08/imperfect-perfection.html' title='Imperfect Perfection'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-7464419353477104926</id><published>2010-05-09T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T23:15:06.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>The thinker's thoughts</title><content type='html'>I've never really been a talker.&lt;div&gt;I'm more of a thinker, a listener. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never felt free or comfortable to talk about how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can ask me whether I'm fine and I'll still be able to forcefully smile back at you and say I'm doing great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes its so hard to contain all your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All messed up, scrambled and disordered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've blogged about how much progress I've had since I entered INTEC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much I've grown and matured and become independent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is another side of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've yet to say how leaving home has messed me up completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Utterly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes I will just like to throw all the blame on this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the fact that its just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been the confident one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never trusted in myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I criticize myself constantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And entering INTEC,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where I'm out of my comfort zone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in an whole new environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without my friends and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out of the place where I'd actually know where I stand, where I fit in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where I had to strive to prove my worth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I overdid it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost the already delicate balance I had in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I became obsessed with certain things, thoughts and actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I developed unhealthy relationships with things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to both extremes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes the feeling was so overwhelming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd just break down and cry for no apparent reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I harmed myself unknowingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've weakened myself so much my mind became vulnerable to the darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which I gave in to at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And It'll engulf me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till certain points when I just feel like giving in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my whole self feels like shutting down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To block out the pain and grief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To just be an empty emotionless, soulless shell of a human being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That thought seemed rather inviting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I'd wish someone really understood the thoughts running through my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish I myself understood myself completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I try to talk about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll just end up in a jumble of meaningless words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disguised in codes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I'll rather just ignore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now I just have to disconnect myself from the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And find peace within myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-7464419353477104926?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/7464419353477104926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=7464419353477104926' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/7464419353477104926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/7464419353477104926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/05/thinkers-thoughts.html' title='The thinker&apos;s thoughts'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-523214004413463826</id><published>2010-04-20T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:41:04.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Pieces of me</title><content type='html'>You are the one that sets the rules for me,&lt;div&gt;The standards. the goals, the requirements,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the one that sets the highest expectations for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the one that makes me strives for perfection,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the one that compares me to others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the one that feeds on my insecurities and lack of confidence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And measures my self-worth based on how much I'm able to accomplish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the one that clouds my thoughts, judgements and perceptions about myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the one that overwhelms me with feelings of remorse and guilt for even the tiniest slip-up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the one that enjoys denying me any sort of pleasure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for every once of pleasure, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You punish me ten times worser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You suck the life out of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ensure everything goes according to a rigid plan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You do not welcome changes of any sort,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the stronger side of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also the darker side of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You push me to my limits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even way past my breaking point,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me achieve what I have achieved,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet you tear me apart in the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to learn to let go of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though you are the one that holds most of me together by your rigid set of rules,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But those rules do not allow me to live the life I want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least if I let you go, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might finally get to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, its hard to break away from a part of yourself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A stronger part of yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-523214004413463826?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/523214004413463826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=523214004413463826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/523214004413463826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/523214004413463826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/04/pieces-of-me.html' title='Pieces of me'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-344945991728871864</id><published>2010-04-19T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:13:33.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>IT</title><content type='html'>Do you wanna know how IT feels like? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its when you watch everyone happily living their lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While you get drag into darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, there's no light at the end of the tunnel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or a sliver of hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or anyone to help you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its just darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black, scary and hopeless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blinding you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enveloping you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just you and you alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how IT feels like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-344945991728871864?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/344945991728871864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=344945991728871864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/344945991728871864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/344945991728871864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/04/it.html' title='IT'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-8936530163129220169</id><published>2010-04-17T14:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T14:30:33.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>I can be the happy one, smiling at everyone and everything,&lt;div&gt;I can also be the one that's hurting terribly inside with no one to turn to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be the one that seems carefree and without issues,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also can be the one that's dealing with inner turmoil of all sorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be the one that doesn't give a damn about what I do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can also be the one that controls, restricts and punish myself for minor slip ups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be the one that can take everything thrown at me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can also be the one that when prodded a bit more, lash out like a thousand demons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be the quiet one that has few words to mutter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can also be the one whose screams and curses can be heard thousands of miles away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be the one who treasures the sanctity of life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can also be the one who thinks how easily it is to severe the fragile thread that keeps someone alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be the determined one, that strives hard to achieve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also can be the one that gives up easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be the one that is so simple and easy to decipher,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can also be the one with a myriad of different personalities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be someone that you might be familiar with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can also be a stranger to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I really? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-8936530163129220169?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/8936530163129220169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=8936530163129220169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8936530163129220169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8936530163129220169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-9125783177586353266</id><published>2010-03-28T13:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:01:51.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Smile, some?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed, sing like a bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head, spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, you make me smile&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Listening to this song makes me wonder when was the last time I was truly, really happy. &lt;div&gt;I want my smile back....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want myself back....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-9125783177586353266?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/9125783177586353266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=9125783177586353266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/9125783177586353266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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head..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your thoughts being controlled by an invisible force..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The willingness to inflict harm on yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just for that perfection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feeds on the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It grows and becomes an obsession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually you'll lose yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-1611095334436634337?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/1611095334436634337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=1611095334436634337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>She sat in the corner trying desperately to claw away at the darkness engulfing her. She tried desperately to resist the shadow clouding her thoughts and judgements. She wanted the taunting in her head to stop. She wanted it to stop , she wanted to take control and break free from the swelling darkness. Her hands didn't seem to belong to her anymore. Her brain seemed to be under the clutches of some unseen force. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it finally did stop, she hated the feeling that overwhelmed her. She hated her actions. She hated herself for losing control. She hated herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-6704453735144408718?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/6704453735144408718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=6704453735144408718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/6704453735144408718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/6704453735144408718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-sat-in-corner-trying-desperately-to.html' title='.....'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-4061542494102582391</id><published>2010-02-26T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:43:11.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Going crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Blogging just because I feel too frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather here has been scorching hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mood hasn't been any better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I'm walking around in a comatose state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm anxious about my trials which is starting 3 days from now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to make myself study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am trying to concentrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my eyelids feel heavy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brain keeps wandering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna get this over with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-4061542494102582391?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/4061542494102582391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=4061542494102582391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/4061542494102582391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/4061542494102582391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2010/02/going-crazy.html' title='Going crazy'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-8178168827457866714</id><published>2009-11-28T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:16:15.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate blabber'/><title type='text'>Sem 3 done with</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally sem 3 is over (since 2 weeks ago, this post is rather late =D)  and another half year to go before I'll be free from the clutches of shah alam/intec =P. This semester is definitely the most hectic sem ever. Sometimes, I find myself so tensed up and worried about work that I find it hard to breathe and think normally. This was remedied nonetheless by sitting aimlessly in the middle of a pathway at Cemara hostel with Amy staring at the starless sky reminiscing about how life was SO much more easier back in high school. How much more enjoyable and fun form 4/5 life was. How we could play hard and still get things done on time. Somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But then on the other hand, despite how heavy the workload we had, we had one of the most enjoyable times of our lives. Regardless of the fact that we had never-ending tests almost every week, we managed to squeeze in time for planning the best ever surprise birthday celebrations, and my, was that fun. In the midst of all these celebrations, unknowingly, we were all getting closer to each other, strengthening the friendship we had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day, standing on the bus heading back to my hostel, a thought suddenly struck me. I no longer hated this place anymore. Nor did I like it. But I've just gotten used to it. I knew I will never (in a million years or so to come) like this place but I've finally felt comfortable here. I finally feel like I actually fit in here. I love the friends I've met here. I love the bond we all share with each other. And that all compensates for the crappy place and rules I have to put up with. And I'm perfectly fine with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This semester can be summed up as a roller coaster ride of emotions for me. There were tears of joy, tears of frustration and tears of desperation. And through it all, I was blessed with  the greatest of house/roommates, family and friends to pull me through. =) This semester really tested my limits, but it also revealed to me how throughly blessed I was. And I'm grateful for everything. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-8178168827457866714?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/8178168827457866714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=8178168827457866714' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8178168827457866714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8178168827457866714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/11/sem-3-done-with.html' title='Sem 3 done with'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-8097340883087594760</id><published>2009-10-16T16:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:36:06.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random chocolate'/><title type='text'>Little girl</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish for a moment there, &lt;div&gt;Can I be that little girl again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That stuck to her daddy all the time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;following him on business trips all around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or the little girl who was so naive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that got easily scared of horror stories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as the darkness creeps in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will hold her brother's hand to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I be the little girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whose head could only reach up to the tabletop, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eyeing the plate of food on the table,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;begging mummy for another piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the girl that lies her head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;upon her sister's lap she rests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As her sister brushes her hair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and braids it into a neat little plait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder whether I really could,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turn back time and keep it there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ban all worries from my head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and smile like a little girl once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So can I be that girl once more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And cuddle in Your arms and tell You my troubles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and will you hold me tight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and reassure me that every thing's gonna be alright? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-8097340883087594760?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/8097340883087594760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=8097340883087594760' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8097340883087594760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8097340883087594760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-girl.html' title='Little girl'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-3268151148439301993</id><published>2009-10-07T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:28:58.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate and friends'/><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival and Qi Ying's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Ssykj1QzViI/AAAAAAAABc8/s1E7_t4vtZw/s1600-h/DSCF0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Ssykj1QzViI/AAAAAAAABc8/s1E7_t4vtZw/s400/DSCF0068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389863789555570210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsykjLDxS5I/AAAAAAAABc0/EvqPbwo-Pq0/s1600-h/DSCF0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsykjLDxS5I/AAAAAAAABc0/EvqPbwo-Pq0/s400/DSCF0059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389863778226621330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsykiqUBscI/AAAAAAAABcs/ECb21LvVu8Q/s1600-h/DSCF0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsykiqUBscI/AAAAAAAABcs/ECb21LvVu8Q/s400/DSCF0089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389863769436434882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love the last group photos and I love you guys. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-3268151148439301993?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/3268151148439301993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=3268151148439301993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3268151148439301993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3268151148439301993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/10/mooncake-festival-and-qi-yings-birthday.html' title='Mooncake Festival and Qi Ying&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Ssykj1QzViI/AAAAAAAABc8/s1E7_t4vtZw/s72-c/DSCF0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-3318199684875078284</id><published>2009-10-02T19:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:40:26.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choc Birthdays'/><title type='text'>CA Birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXyuU54kDI/AAAAAAAABck/TL1BxzHVQEM/s1600-h/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXyuU54kDI/AAAAAAAABck/TL1BxzHVQEM/s400/IMG_0488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387979406918062130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us singing to Vitamin C's "Graduation" song with Larry playing the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXwjeAXItI/AAAAAAAABcc/8vVTmhxKW1s/s1600-h/IMG_0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXwjeAXItI/AAAAAAAABcc/8vVTmhxKW1s/s400/IMG_0483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387977021359334098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The September babies - Esmond, Amy and I =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXwi2X4FbI/AAAAAAAABcU/B0muxZ_ZPHw/s1600-h/IMG_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXwi2X4FbI/AAAAAAAABcU/B0muxZ_ZPHw/s400/IMG_0503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387977010720544178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate cake..Bliss~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXuRTkeXyI/AAAAAAAABcM/nBCEfGLB15k/s1600-h/IMG_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXuRTkeXyI/AAAAAAAABcM/nBCEfGLB15k/s400/IMG_0551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387974510297112354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Nic darling and CK.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXuQ7AXpEI/AAAAAAAABcE/QpUhFeIEdPM/s1600-h/IMG_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXuQ7AXpEI/AAAAAAAABcE/QpUhFeIEdPM/s400/IMG_0568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387974503703225410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being random with Amy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXuQMUJ5jI/AAAAAAAABb8/q8gPFS6BDHY/s1600-h/IMG_0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXuQMUJ5jI/AAAAAAAABb8/q8gPFS6BDHY/s400/IMG_0529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387974491169744434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amy, me and my roomie dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXp6nEryMI/AAAAAAAABb0/qW6qS6jSeyQ/s1600-h/IMG_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXp6nEryMI/AAAAAAAABb0/qW6qS6jSeyQ/s400/IMG_0583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387969722348980418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXpEj3x4fI/AAAAAAAABbs/Au6TX2ojAm4/s1600-h/IMG_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXpEj3x4fI/AAAAAAAABbs/Au6TX2ojAm4/s400/IMG_0584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387968793776611826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yik Chen, Amy and I.. Ex-highians at INTEC. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXoPbwoe3I/AAAAAAAABbk/E1bQvGa3DGs/s1600-h/IMG_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXoPbwoe3I/AAAAAAAABbk/E1bQvGa3DGs/s400/IMG_0600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387967881066085234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We laughing coz of something funny....Can't really say what it was though.. =P Esmond looks like Lik, doesn't he??? =) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXmfzpwCeI/AAAAAAAABbc/CvzXFaKBc0Q/s1600-h/IMG_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SsXmfzpwCeI/AAAAAAAABbc/CvzXFaKBc0Q/s400/IMG_0601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387965963334322658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last group photo with the last remaining piece of cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-3318199684875078284?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/3318199684875078284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=3318199684875078284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3318199684875078284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate and friends'/><title type='text'>Thank you =)</title><content type='html'>Thank you all for the birthday sms-es, some from cemara, some next door, some from kl, some from Kuching and some all the way from NZ =) and even Aus! =) &lt;br /&gt;Uber thanks to my bro for calling at the stroke of midnight just to wish me happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;So grateful for all the facebook birthday wishes. =) You guys rock my page =P &lt;br /&gt;Touched by my roomie's handmade gift- she made a jarful of stars =) &lt;br /&gt;Super touched by the birthday song by my classmates =) &lt;br /&gt;Feel so blessed to have Faiz and Intan come with cake =) so cute... =) &lt;br /&gt;And sis jian ming dropping by all the way to give me my gift&lt;br /&gt;And my super sweet classmates that came over with a huge chocolate cake =) &lt;br /&gt;and Amy coming over just to give me my presents =D&lt;br /&gt;And the surprise celebration by the CA gang =) &lt;br /&gt;Bliss~ =) &lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-2529289011986157780?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/2529289011986157780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=2529289011986157780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/2529289011986157780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/2529289011986157780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank you =)'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-8715583312621909014</id><published>2009-09-26T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:51:26.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate in love'/><title type='text'>Chocolate brownies =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sr42FiihFcI/AAAAAAAABa8/wbPaB02k1ek/s1600-h/IMG_2841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" 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Love it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sr5ASoBIl2I/AAAAAAAABbU/wax5gM0mZ8Y/s1600-h/IMG_2875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sr5ASoBIl2I/AAAAAAAABbU/wax5gM0mZ8Y/s400/IMG_2875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385812893105690466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sr5ASEmQ6qI/AAAAAAAABbM/vQDfZlxQv-0/s1600-h/IMG_2874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sr5ASEmQ6qI/AAAAAAAABbM/vQDfZlxQv-0/s400/IMG_2874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385812883597748898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sr5ARv9GFlI/AAAAAAAABbE/Icd_d7siy_Y/s1600-h/IMG_2873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sr5ARv9GFlI/AAAAAAAABbE/Icd_d7siy_Y/s400/IMG_2873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385812878056363602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sr4l4JxM1kI/AAAAAAAABaE/bBLBM4P4Ejs/s1600-h/IMG_2868.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sr4l4JxM1kI/AAAAAAAABaE/bBLBM4P4Ejs/s1600-h/IMG_2868.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sr4l4JxM1kI/AAAAAAAABaE/bBLBM4P4Ejs/s400/IMG_2868.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385783851006875202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys so so much. =) uber thankyou. Am blessed to have you all as friends =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-3609656639651473282?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/3609656639651473282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=3609656639651473282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3609656639651473282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3609656639651473282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-gift-with-love.html' title='Birthday gift with love =)'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sr5ASoBIl2I/AAAAAAAABbU/wax5gM0mZ8Y/s72-c/IMG_2875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-4087830299487701467</id><published>2009-09-21T23:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:13:41.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>Stunned, Shocked, Surprised =)</title><content type='html'>It all began when my roommate came back from class looking rather down. Noticing her moodiness I attempted to ask her what was wrong but she merely shrugged and said nothing. I tried to cheer her up but failed miserably. Puzzled, I sms-ed her classmates to dig out what was bothering her, nevertheless, they were all as confused as I was. They all said the same thing ,she was perfectly bubbly and joyful in the morning but in the afternoon her mood took a 180 degrees turn and she just wasn't talking to anyone. Worried as I was, I decided to leave it as it is, hoping that she'll brighten up eventually. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to the unpredictable weather, I decided to message Qi Ying so that we could exercise in the study room together. Qi Ying agreed but said that she'll have to return back earlier as she planned to cook before J-Cyn left for her prayer meeting. After the exercise, I wanted to go to the Ramadhan bazaar as this was the last time I will be able to go for it this year. Despite the fact that Qi Ying was in a hurry, she insisted in tagging along. Going to the bazaar at 7 pm ++ was really fun because stall vendors were handing out free food - kuihs, paus, and the like- and I was even given a huge pack of warm soya. =)  Surprisingly, Qi Ying forbid me to eat too much of the food I was given, simply saying that she wants me to save some tummy space for our midvalley outing the next day. Naive as I was, I handed over some of the kuih to her for safe-keeping. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zaharah was the only one in our unit when I returned to the room. She then prompt me about YS's mood and stated that she saw that my roomie was close to tears when she left the room for dinner. After chatting with Zaharah for a couple of minutes, she suddenly started scolding me and chasing me to take my bath. Assuming that she was in one of her playful moods again, I decided to do as she ordered. Just as I stepped out of the bathroom, my phone rang. Qi Ying called me in a state of frenzy saying that my roomie got into a terrible argument with her friend and was now crying uncontrollably at the canteen. She frantically ask me to come help console her. Just as I was about to leave the room, my neighbour came up informing me about the same thing saying that she saw YS break down and there was nothing that anyone could do to console her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concerned, I hurried over to Cemara canteen. Upon arriving there, I saw my roomie with Ker Yin sitting together with their backs facing towards me. Anxiously, I rushed up to her, never bothering to look around me, and sat next to her while putting my arm around her in an attempt to comfort her. Surprisingly, she turn around and smiled at me, saying to me that she was just fine. Simultaneously, a pudding/cake materialized out of nowhere and a whole bunch of people started to surround me singing a birthday song. I was so surprised that I didn't even turn to look at the birthday cake, and just continued staring at my roommate in shock. Only after a while did reality kick in and I realized how gullible I had been. &gt;.&lt; ' And yes, they were throwing me a surprise birthday party. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALM has really really good potential actresses/actors and I am so blessed to have such wonderful friends. =) Thanks guys for the creatively planned surprise party and thanks so so much for all the effort put in to actually trick me. =) Thanks so so so much everyone. Words can't express how grateful I am to have you all as friends. =) Lotsa thanks to Qi Ying for specially making the healthy fruit pudding/cake. =) And I had a great time at Midvalley the next day. Reached hostel at a record time of 12 midnight. =) ah bliss. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And uber thanks to Nana too for the box of surprises =) love it. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-4087830299487701467?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/4087830299487701467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=4087830299487701467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/4087830299487701467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/4087830299487701467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/09/stunned-shocked-surprised.html' title='Stunned, Shocked, Surprised =)'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-2349794269611856967</id><published>2009-08-25T14:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:16:46.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate and friends'/><title type='text'>Digging up old tracks</title><content type='html'>Like this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8qyOilzLok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8qyOilzLok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Zomg how could I have ever forgotten bout this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dAXnPrWvZak&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dAXnPrWvZak&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the music. Tons. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, met up with a couple of my old buddies a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SpOKuUxl1LI/AAAAAAAABZk/uhhIfSdvyUU/s1600-h/IMG_2749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SpOKuUxl1LI/AAAAAAAABZk/uhhIfSdvyUU/s400/IMG_2749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373791308838458546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SpOKuwNJQjI/AAAAAAAABZs/OoNt6gVqwO4/s400/IMG_2744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373791316201783858" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SpOKvTJetcI/AAAAAAAABZ0/HK0RD9UsAvw/s1600-h/IMG_2739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SpOKvTJetcI/AAAAAAAABZ0/HK0RD9UsAvw/s400/IMG_2739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373791325581653442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haven't seen Amy in a while, a month or so to be exact =.=' . Although we have been studying in the same place. Amazing what INTEC does to you. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SpOKv28oHtI/AAAAAAAABZ8/x5L6VCrAi48/s1600-h/IMG_2774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SpOKv28oHtI/AAAAAAAABZ8/x5L6VCrAi48/s400/IMG_2774.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373791335191420626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And ended up doing some bimbotic stuff. =) I love how we all are in greenish strips. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-2349794269611856967?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/2349794269611856967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=2349794269611856967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/2349794269611856967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/2349794269611856967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/08/digging-up-old-tracks.html' title='Digging up old tracks'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SpOKuUxl1LI/AAAAAAAABZk/uhhIfSdvyUU/s72-c/IMG_2749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-5209318565133387989</id><published>2009-08-01T11:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:04:46.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random chocolate'/><title type='text'>Friends, Fun and a Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SnPMSfP65qI/AAAAAAAABZc/waKaKCvrCoU/s1600-h/IMG_2701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SnPMSfP65qI/AAAAAAAABZc/waKaKCvrCoU/s400/IMG_2701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364856199126378146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SnO9Ns38b1I/AAAAAAAABZU/_h0qXARKNm8/s1600-h/IMG_2696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SnO9Ns38b1I/AAAAAAAABZU/_h0qXARKNm8/s400/IMG_2696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364839624210149202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SnO9NKdt0mI/AAAAAAAABZM/HacZPTt-_vM/s1600-h/IMG_2689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SnO9NKdt0mI/AAAAAAAABZM/HacZPTt-_vM/s400/IMG_2689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364839614973334114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SnO9M0JdPFI/AAAAAAAABZE/VO4PPckcyWo/s1600-h/IMG_2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SnO9M0JdPFI/AAAAAAAABZE/VO4PPckcyWo/s400/IMG_2685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364839608982781010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SnO9MbGEYfI/AAAAAAAABY8/uqjxWhYR1w8/s1600-h/IMG_2684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SnO9MbGEYfI/AAAAAAAABY8/uqjxWhYR1w8/s400/IMG_2684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364839602257682930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-5209318565133387989?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/5209318565133387989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=5209318565133387989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5209318565133387989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5209318565133387989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/08/friends-fun-and-festival.html' title='Friends, Fun and a Festival'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SnPMSfP65qI/AAAAAAAABZc/waKaKCvrCoU/s72-c/IMG_2701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-4943794538354168287</id><published>2009-08-01T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:27:07.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random chocolate'/><title type='text'>Gingerbread men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SnO1-usadBI/AAAAAAAABY0/cpMHqVMyja4/s1600-h/IMG_2713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SnO1-usadBI/AAAAAAAABY0/cpMHqVMyja4/s400/IMG_2713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364831670419223570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-4943794538354168287?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/4943794538354168287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=4943794538354168287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/4943794538354168287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/4943794538354168287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/08/gingerbread-men.html' title='Gingerbread men'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SnO1-usadBI/AAAAAAAABY0/cpMHqVMyja4/s72-c/IMG_2713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-757169718353459693</id><published>2009-07-28T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:50:20.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random chocolate'/><title type='text'>Wonders</title><content type='html'>I guess miracles do happen in real life..ain't it so?&lt;div&gt;Guess I just need to have a little more faith. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-757169718353459693?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/757169718353459693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=757169718353459693' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/757169718353459693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/757169718353459693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/07/wonders.html' title='Wonders'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-4840406566504504729</id><published>2009-07-25T02:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T02:19:50.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Messed up</title><content type='html'>I know I'm supposed to feel elated, excited, enthusiastic, overjoyed.. you name it.. but I'm just feeling the opposite. INTEC closing for a week due to the H1N1 virus is.... nothing but a shock to me. Going home is supposed to be a good thing. Having holidays come early is supposed to be like a dream come true. But the only thing I feel is messed up. My mind is a jumble of tangles and knots. I can't think well I can't function normally. The only thing on my mind is the cancellation of Mid-sem break. I had everything planned out so well. Planning how I was going to breeze pass this remaining month. Meeting my sister back home. Going for family outings. Meeting friends. The perfect august holidays. Now, its just like *poof* and everything is gone with a snap of your fingers. And have I mentioned about the price of the tickets..I don't know what to pack. I'm afraid, worried and feeling like I'm gonna cry again. This is so not what I should feel. Just when I thought I had my momentum going, finally having the willpower to survive this remaining few weeks, everything is just halted abruptly. I hope I'll survive. I do hope so.. I've just gotta untangle this mess in my head. Praying real hard. Telling myself everything happens for a reason. Trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel. Biting my tongue to stop cursing again. Praying real hard. I'll survive INTEC.... some how...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-4840406566504504729?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/4840406566504504729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=4840406566504504729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/4840406566504504729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/4840406566504504729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/07/messed-up.html' title='Messed up'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-1728113389549611986</id><published>2009-07-18T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:11:58.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>The emotional tortures, why doesn't it ever go away? &lt;div&gt;As time passes, isn't one suppose to get use to everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is the frustration and tears still there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does the tears flow for no reason?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does the urge to scream doesn't ever go away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does the ability to laugh naturally seems far-fetched?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does memories cause you to lose control?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does staring into space become a daily routine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does the feeling to curl up into a ball and shut yourself away from the world seems welcoming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you feel like you're losing your mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you feel hopeless?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't the tears stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't anyone stop the pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't everything be as it was?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't anything seem to be able to cheer you up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does growing up hurt so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we have to grow up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-1728113389549611986?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/1728113389549611986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=1728113389549611986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1728113389549611986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1728113389549611986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/07/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-9169768521614221315</id><published>2009-06-27T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:42:56.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Emo-ing</title><content type='html'>Can I don't go back???&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;starting to have nightmares again..... T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-9169768521614221315?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/9169768521614221315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=9169768521614221315' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/9169768521614221315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/9169768521614221315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/06/emo-ing.html' title='Emo-ing'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-84740464242095522</id><published>2009-06-06T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:58:47.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate and friends'/><title type='text'>Kuching Outing Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SinbJTopRtI/AAAAAAAABYs/dB_lmcqWwsI/s1600-h/IMG_9668_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SinbJTopRtI/AAAAAAAABYs/dB_lmcqWwsI/s400/IMG_9668_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344043385787860690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SinbJGkB9dI/AAAAAAAABYk/Gcb8Vr-dtA0/s1600-h/IMG_9605_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SinbJGkB9dI/AAAAAAAABYk/Gcb8Vr-dtA0/s400/IMG_9605_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344043382278845906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-84740464242095522?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/84740464242095522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=84740464242095522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/84740464242095522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/84740464242095522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/06/kuching-outing-photos.html' title='Kuching Outing Photos'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SinbJTopRtI/AAAAAAAABYs/dB_lmcqWwsI/s72-c/IMG_9668_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-2871857973387459784</id><published>2009-06-06T10:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:45:57.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate in love'/><title type='text'>Brownies =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SinXnzbeCjI/AAAAAAAABYc/g12YKK5xW-E/s1600-h/IMG_0139_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SinXnzbeCjI/AAAAAAAABYc/g12YKK5xW-E/s400/IMG_0139_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344039511672097330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SinXnogFHHI/AAAAAAAABYU/OEbkR10eoU0/s1600-h/IMG_0138_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SinXnogFHHI/AAAAAAAABYU/OEbkR10eoU0/s400/IMG_0138_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344039508738645106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SinXnQf5UdI/AAAAAAAABYM/cwB8lU0kzZ8/s1600-h/IMG_0137_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SinXnQf5UdI/AAAAAAAABYM/cwB8lU0kzZ8/s400/IMG_0137_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344039502295421394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photos taken by my bro..drooling now? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-2871857973387459784?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/2871857973387459784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=2871857973387459784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/2871857973387459784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/2871857973387459784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/06/brownies.html' title='Brownies =)'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SinXnzbeCjI/AAAAAAAABYc/g12YKK5xW-E/s72-c/IMG_0139_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-3602483471186523428</id><published>2009-06-02T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:43:53.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>Permai Trip I love</title><content type='html'>Woohoo... went kayaking for the first time. Ever. Ever. Am elated. Excited. Proud of myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day started off with Florence asking whether she'll have the chance to see a jellyfish up close and personal. This girl is really one of a kind. For most people, jellyfish=deadly=stay away . Her interpretation is jellyfish=interesting=let's examine. &gt;.&lt;' Our theme song for the day was "Move It, Move It", don't ask me why, that song just pop out of nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flo became my kayaking partner. Tina opt to stay on the beach where its safer and where you have no chance of your boat capsizing and causing you to drown (kidding 'bout the drowning part). Flo utilized the precious moments we had alone on our kayak by educating me about starfishes and jellyfishes which are her current obsession ( CJK better watch out. =) starfishes and jellyfishes shall be your worst enemy. =P). Had a blur memory of her saying something about starfishes being dangerous because they can attach to you and secrete some enzymes (blah) which dissolves your tissue??? Sorry Flo dear, I was too busy trying to get our boat on course. Somehow magically our kayak keep seeming to deviate from our planned course and headed towards jellyfishes. I think it has something to do with Flo who kept yelling "jellyfishes, come to mama" =.=' We were the last to arrive at the meeting point and my bro's friend had the nerve to announce solemnly ala amazing race style " I'm sorry to say you're the last team to arrive...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way back one kayak actually capsized. Somehow. Despite my bro saying that the chances of capsizing= chances of getting into an accident on the road on the way back. But all was fine. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We attempted to play frisbee for a while but gave up eventually cos the weather was scorchingly hot. The sand was practically burning our feet. Flo was excited to find a dead jellyfish drifting in a stream and started prodding it with a stick. Somehow, we eventually got around to dissecting the jellyfish using a piece of broken plastic and used the frisbee as a plate to hold the jellyfish pieces. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played saboteur again! Full version!! =) 10 players =) Amy, if you're reading this, Tina is still so adorably blur! haha, she kena influenced by Flo and helped the wrong team. =P Somebody, anybody wanna play? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was a great day. Got to meet some of me juniors I haven't met for ages. Angelina, Shu Yi, Val, baby Char, claudia, Agnes..... =) me misses you all lots.. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-3602483471186523428?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/3602483471186523428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=3602483471186523428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3602483471186523428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3602483471186523428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/06/permai-trip-i-love.html' title='Permai Trip I love'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-8476303058035381699</id><published>2009-06-02T00:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:47:39.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random chocolate'/><title type='text'>The Weather</title><content type='html'>Am feeling so utterly sticky now....&lt;div&gt;Am super glad I'm nowhere near Shah Alam..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am uber thankful that my parents installed an air-con unit in my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am annoyed why I can't seem to be able to transfer photos from my hp to the computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am supposed to be in bed right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am wondering what I did for the past 2 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am chastising myself for not starting to edit my bio unit 3 thingy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am procrastinating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am blog-hopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am amazed how one's blog reveals so much about one's personality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am realizing how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kepo&lt;/span&gt; I'm by reading other's blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am reassuring self that it is a girl's nature to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kepo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am repeatedly trying to transfer data from my hp to the lappie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am missing my 5s2 gang badly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am regretting how much we all have seem to drift apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am missing my KHS juniors..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am missing my sons and daughters and grandsons n granddaughters..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you guys know who you are =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am wishing I didn't even stepped into INTEC &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am hopeful that this is just a bad dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am wishing to be young and carefree again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am praying hard that this hols passes super duper slowly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am being emo again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am hating Shah Alam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for no apparent reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am satisfied cuz I managed to transfer the photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am having to turn in now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big day ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up ahead...scandalous sem 2 pictures...kidding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-8476303058035381699?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/8476303058035381699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=8476303058035381699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8476303058035381699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8476303058035381699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/06/weather.html' title='The Weather'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-3734384797925072034</id><published>2009-06-01T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:47:16.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate and media'/><title type='text'>Seven Pounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.impawards.com/2008/posters/seven_pounds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 508px; height: 755px;" src="http://www.impawards.com/2008/posters/seven_pounds.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go watch. Touching. Moving. Saddening. Will Smith is a superb actor. Amazing story that shows how one person can change and touch the lives of so many others. Makes you wonder what you could do for the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-3734384797925072034?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/3734384797925072034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=3734384797925072034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3734384797925072034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3734384797925072034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/06/seven-pounds.html' title='Seven Pounds'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-8300992378249022073</id><published>2009-05-29T19:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:18:19.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random chocolate'/><title type='text'>Movies, tv shows and such</title><content type='html'>Night at the museum 2 was hilarious. A great watch. =) Practically laughed my head off watching it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait...where's my head? =P  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally got a good look at Kuching's only functioning cinema which was and still is under renovation. Obviously the cinema has turned into someone's fantasy land. The colours are...erm amazing. The lifts are now brightly lit. And the lifts are so new till the open buttons on the lift are not functioning. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The final episode of season 2 of Gossip Girl was satisfying enough. Finally, F-I-N-A-L-L-Y the emergence of Chair(chuck+blair). The ending was sweet..can't wait for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bride wars was so-so. A few funny moments here and there. But it still can't beat 27 dresses. That movie just makes you go "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awwwwwwww.......&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hotel for Dogs is cute. That sorta light, enjoyable disney-like happy-ending movies. The dogs are so adorableeeeeeeeeeeee........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wolverine is gooooooddddddd if you're watching the original. If you've got the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ciplak&lt;/span&gt; copy of it expect wires hanging everywhere and an imaginary island. HAHAHA, its hilarious once you come to think of it. =D but its still good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopaholic is embarrassingly funny. In a bimbotic way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angus, thongs and perfect snogging is nice nice nice especially if you're a girl. *drools* If you get what I mean. Brits speak so....*sigh blissfully*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marley and me is a good watch too. =) ROFL at the part when Marley was half out of the car (watch and you'll know). Sad ending though. Beware, it can make you cry. sniff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scanned through Butterfly Effect 3. Gross. Seriously gross. BE3 turned into some horror film filled with gore. So much for a superb Butterfly Effect 1 and 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be With You is touching. An amazing japanese love story. Family orientated kind not the typical soapy moany love triangle blah crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chuck season 2 is nice. Woot~ Chuck knows kung fuuuuuuuuuu..... =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor Swift's latest album is a hit!! whoa~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s Saboteur anyone??? Laser tag?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-8300992378249022073?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/8300992378249022073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=8300992378249022073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8300992378249022073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8300992378249022073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/05/movies-tv-shows-and-such.html' title='Movies, tv shows and such'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-5666942276775845283</id><published>2009-05-22T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:43:01.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>Second Sem Conquered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And before you know it, another semester is gone. It always amazes me how fast time passes. I can't believe tat about a year ago I entered INTEC. One year, 12 months, 365 days, 21900 hours, 1314000 minutes, 78840000 seconds of my life just pass by like that. =) Maybe its the fact that I kept looking forward to coming back that the rest of the days seems to drift by, maybe its because my life there is so mundane and routine (or simply you say i have no life there =p),or maybe its because this sem was so packed with assignments, reports, tests etc etc that time seems to fly, anyway I'm just glad to be back A-G-A-I-N ( i know I've repeated this countless times, but when you're stuck in a place called Shah Alam Section 18 all you can dream of is coming back to your home.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To sum up this semester has been err... Hectic? I can proudly declare I've been a really really good girl this sem. Remember how I used to say how I cannot stand not going out of shah alam for a week? Well, this sem has been different. I can stand weeks and weeks just being cooped up in my hostel..err studying...&gt;.&lt; (longest record being 7 weeks =.='). I seriously do not recommend anyone to try this out. The after effects are not too good, kinda like got addicted to studying, and that's not a good thing. =p Currently recuperating by catching up on gossip girl, eh wei how can nate and vanessa break up.. digressing there a moment. =P Sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even after staying at Shah Alam for almost a year, I can say I've yet to fall in love with the place. There's still many things I complain about. The rules, the *groan* dress code, the administration, the lifestyle and lots of other stuff. But I've learn to appreciate the little things in life that happen just when you need it to. Even though the place might and will always feel alien to me, the people that I've realized that there  will always be someone  there to pull me through the tough times. Throughout this whole year here I've really feel blessed to have a whole bunch of superb friends back in Kuching, and meeting a whole new group of friends in INTEC. When I'm feeling really lonely there will always be my gang back in Kuching who will sms me cheering me up. When worry overcomes me, there's Amy.  When homesickness causes me to tear, there's always my ever-cheerful roomie there for me. When frustration and stress kicks in hard, there's always my jogging hours where I meet up with my so called "jie" to vent out my anger and frustrations. Then there's my classmates that are able to somehow sense my unhappiness and offer words of encouragement, and there are also those friends who can be so spontaneous and adorable sometimes its hard to even feel down around them. In short, the friends here and back home are wonderful. Just wonderful. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The flight back home to Kuching was nice. Mainly with me blabbering aimlessly. =) Anyways got some pretty cool tunes to listen to throughout hols. And I really should learn how to take a self-shot using my camera. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-5666942276775845283?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/5666942276775845283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=5666942276775845283' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5666942276775845283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5666942276775845283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/05/second-sem-conquered.html' title='Second Sem Conquered'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-5717728347931694169</id><published>2009-03-20T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:57:11.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Time passes too fast when you're having fun</title><content type='html'>It starts with a burgeoning, visceral dread.&lt;div&gt;An unexplainable down-ness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you wish real hard that it's all a really bad dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you can pinch yourself and awake to a bright sunny morning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a place where you always want to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you won't have to drag your feet across the shiny airport floors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lugging a bag along with a heart that seems heavier than the luggage itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Climbing up the dull metal stairs off the airplane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only wishing you could turn back and run far away from that metallic giant bird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which you know will carry you off to a place you won't ever wanna be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you'll be greeted by the o-so familiar sight of downness, misery and all unhappy things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where you'll sink into an alternate unknown personality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;foreign even to yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And mentally shut yourself to the surrounding world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to lock in as many memories of your hometown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grasping on to them like a lifeline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to keep on going &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The small sparkle of hope- being able to go home once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its all that you're focus on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your agenda, your motto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing matters more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than to be able to leave that place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and arrive home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to everything that is familiar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I Loath going back.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-5717728347931694169?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/5717728347931694169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=5717728347931694169' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5717728347931694169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5717728347931694169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-passes-too-fast-when-youre-having.html' title='Time passes too fast when you&apos;re having fun'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-7237037103275570224</id><published>2009-03-20T18:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:07:08.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random chocolate'/><title type='text'>An evening hike</title><content type='html'>Begins with a pair of nike frees...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScNtAbpsPQI/AAAAAAAABWQ/0rQh1OgQeoo/s1600-h/sda+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScNtAbpsPQI/AAAAAAAABWQ/0rQh1OgQeoo/s400/sda+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315211839417367810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And an afternoon Meiji snack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScNtA1J_02I/AAAAAAAABWc/XpAmslJCvow/s1600-h/dkjfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScNtA1J_02I/AAAAAAAABWc/XpAmslJCvow/s400/dkjfs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315211846263755618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slow stroll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScNtBCzpIJI/AAAAAAAABWo/FLcu8AlirkQ/s400/sda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315211849928089746" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScNtBjeNiQI/AAAAAAAABXA/9hXnnqx_Tms/s1600-h/ala.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ascend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScNtBNI42BI/AAAAAAAABW0/ykyn8RrdVPM/s1600-h/asjjak+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScNtBNI42BI/AAAAAAAABW0/ykyn8RrdVPM/s400/asjjak+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315211852701554706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random dry leaves....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScNt1Ux6gnI/AAAAAAAABXc/PgHfGAeXCpE/s1600-h/asjjak+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScNt1Ux6gnI/AAAAAAAABXc/PgHfGAeXCpE/s400/asjjak+(3).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315212748105876082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The descend... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScNt1JLt0HI/AAAAAAAABXU/0fNVpX90TUE/s1600-h/fk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScNt1JLt0HI/AAAAAAAABXU/0fNVpX90TUE/s400/fk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315212744992870514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Odd looking rock structure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScNt00Q6pHI/AAAAAAAABXM/5sglL_aYwF8/s1600-h/asjjak+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScNt00Q6pHI/AAAAAAAABXM/5sglL_aYwF8/s400/asjjak+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315212739377538162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-7237037103275570224?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/7237037103275570224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=7237037103275570224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/7237037103275570224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/7237037103275570224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/03/evening-hike.html' title='An evening hike'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScNtAbpsPQI/AAAAAAAABWQ/0rQh1OgQeoo/s72-c/sda+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-5010496280053888095</id><published>2009-03-18T23:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:04:47.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>I'm gonna blog like I'm using facebook</title><content type='html'>That means just uploading photos for the sake of Amy who doesn't have facebook and is dying to see photos from KHS fund-raising dinner ( God bless KHS, donate please donate). Bear with vain pointless photos. I said I'm gonna make this like facebook. A more user-unfriendly version though. Nah, amy go drool at pretty girls/guys. Starting to question your sexuality dy. =P kidding, love ya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEU-4lXDhI/AAAAAAAABTQ/VXCcifhsHMM/s1600-h/14032009042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEU-4lXDhI/AAAAAAAABTQ/VXCcifhsHMM/s400/14032009042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314552105847426578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#1 Suddenly feel obligated to comment on each photo. Too facebook-ish photo vain-ish like without comments. SDJBKJJFJKB Amy I planned on sleeping early today and look at the time, the time. Gosh... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEU-lugjrI/AAAAAAAABTI/1Y8umQbmRRA/s1600-h/14032009038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEU-lugjrI/AAAAAAAABTI/1Y8umQbmRRA/s400/14032009038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314552100785524402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#2 Okay me and Qi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEU-C-oalI/AAAAAAAABTA/Dk7BhnrekJ0/s1600-h/14032009039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEU-C-oalI/AAAAAAAABTA/Dk7BhnrekJ0/s400/14032009039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314552091457907282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#3 Jaron. Gosh, Amy the late night mosquito is seriously eating me alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEU9wTMwcI/AAAAAAAABS4/vdrY6fzMI2w/s1600-h/14032009031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEU9wTMwcI/AAAAAAAABS4/vdrY6fzMI2w/s400/14032009031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314552086443901378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#4 Group photo. I Heart Qi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEU9kaIDPI/AAAAAAAABSw/2JuEU-Cx_Og/s1600-h/090314_210107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEU9kaIDPI/AAAAAAAABSw/2JuEU-Cx_Og/s400/090314_210107.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314552083251727602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#5 Mich Yao. Amy I seriously have to print stuff dy. Stupid mosquito. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEXYjxcJ2I/AAAAAAAABUg/xmmArPDEWp0/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEXYjxcJ2I/AAAAAAAABUg/xmmArPDEWp0/s400/Image037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314554745960802146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#6 Flo's uber super duper hebat betul cousins dancing. Man, can they dance. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEXYfcId8I/AAAAAAAABUY/zeEkxDv3KpE/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEXYfcId8I/AAAAAAAABUY/zeEkxDv3KpE/s400/Image033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314554744797689794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#7 Ah,  no wonder I felt so much love that day. =) Kena kissed by Geralyn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEXXwUdZLI/AAAAAAAABUQ/LZf_uX0MWIQ/s1600-h/Image0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEXXwUdZLI/AAAAAAAABUQ/LZf_uX0MWIQ/s400/Image0032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314554732149040306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#8 Ah driver. =) eh paiseh i meant chauffeur. =D Kidding kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEXXnYCD2I/AAAAAAAABUA/AND0QOT4yDQ/s400/Image051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314554729748107106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#9 Was in the super hugging mood that day. Stay tune for more huggable photos. I mean photos with me hugging people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEXXkbLxYI/AAAAAAAABUI/xzzr4esf-ps/s1600-h/14032009053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEXXkbLxYI/AAAAAAAABUI/xzzr4esf-ps/s400/14032009053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314554728956020098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#10 Forced people to take photo. I paling pandai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEV9-6NpsI/AAAAAAAABT4/1ExbIiJN_v4/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEV9-6NpsI/AAAAAAAABT4/1ExbIiJN_v4/s400/Image032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314553189877262018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#11 Jaron take photo damn cute one. That's a talent woohohohoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEV9kXWHmI/AAAAAAAABTw/0JEj-dq8gkQ/s1600-h/Image0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEV9kXWHmI/AAAAAAAABTw/0JEj-dq8gkQ/s400/Image0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314553182751694434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#12 Group photo i love. Thank you 3mp camera owner. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEV9SHiG9I/AAAAAAAABTo/-Wn61hI1s6Y/s1600-h/14032009047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEV9SHiG9I/AAAAAAAABTo/-Wn61hI1s6Y/s400/14032009047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314553177853533138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#13 Tina look so mature here. Agree? =D Amy I'm feeling woozyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEV9MzrHfI/AAAAAAAABTg/LCWz6ObPpbA/s1600-h/14032009044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEV9MzrHfI/AAAAAAAABTg/LCWz6ObPpbA/s400/14032009044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314553176428060146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#14 Ah ko Chung Wui and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEV802t9tI/AAAAAAAABTY/Om0ZcdUR_CE/s1600-h/14032009043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEV802t9tI/AAAAAAAABTY/Om0ZcdUR_CE/s400/14032009043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314553169998378706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#15 Same comment as above. Rujuk atas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEZvfkfOhI/AAAAAAAABVw/8cG3PKRpwkA/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEZvfkfOhI/AAAAAAAABVw/8cG3PKRpwkA/s400/Image047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314557338992982546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#16 Super pretty gorgeous girls. Drool drool I'm getting tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEZvKYjt6I/AAAAAAAABVo/kQFSsG0n7Ho/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEZvKYjt6I/AAAAAAAABVo/kQFSsG0n7Ho/s400/Image046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314557333305800610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#17 Hugging attempt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEZu7-7GWI/AAAAAAAABVg/NZFH1qHrIZQ/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEZu7-7GWI/AAAAAAAABVg/NZFH1qHrIZQ/s400/Image045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314557329440184674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#18 Eileen and I. Failed attempt at hugging.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEZuVFsAoI/AAAAAAAABVY/IuxiwqGAZQs/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEZuVFsAoI/AAAAAAAABVY/IuxiwqGAZQs/s400/Image044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314557318999573122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#19 Another attempt at hugging. See, see getwhatimean??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEZuUIuCkI/AAAAAAAABVQ/CUcafFeqDzo/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEZuUIuCkI/AAAAAAAABVQ/CUcafFeqDzo/s400/Image043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314557318743853634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#20 Nah amy for you to drool some more. You specifically requested girls. Don't look at me though. Thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEYQN1Yh8I/AAAAAAAABVI/eWeKtaGgKD4/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEYQN1Yh8I/AAAAAAAABVI/eWeKtaGgKD4/s400/Image042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314555702144436162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#21 My fingers are getting numb. wtc midnight amy midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEYP8_a-bI/AAAAAAAABVA/37oOtqO-ApI/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEYP8_a-bI/AAAAAAAABVA/37oOtqO-ApI/s400/Image041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314555697623136690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#22 CJK CJK CJK. plus Joanne. WTC now I've just noticed her doing that rabbit ears/fertility symbol thingy. Ah, guess I'm still alert enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEYPx9iiKI/AAAAAAAABU4/SffoxAg6mrY/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEYPx9iiKI/AAAAAAAABU4/SffoxAg6mrY/s400/Image040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314555694662453410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#23 Plus Richard who just got back from NS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEYPtJi5FI/AAAAAAAABUw/wM4lDRkZR0w/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEYPtJi5FI/AAAAAAAABUw/wM4lDRkZR0w/s400/Image038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314555693370631250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#24 See my hair got bling bling. LOL. Gilar dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEYPWBtY5I/AAAAAAAABUo/PqAWIWLa_go/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEYPWBtY5I/AAAAAAAABUo/PqAWIWLa_go/s400/Image036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314555687163749266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#25 Flo's talented cousins again doing what they do best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEaBfoklfI/AAAAAAAABWI/NZG1SG-pJd4/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEaBfoklfI/AAAAAAAABWI/NZG1SG-pJd4/s400/Image050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314557648247756274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#26 Lin Hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEaBCgHJRI/AAAAAAAABWA/7lm9_jA51xk/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEaBCgHJRI/AAAAAAAABWA/7lm9_jA51xk/s400/Image049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314557640427644178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#27 Connie!!! Performed that night too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEaA8NoWII/AAAAAAAABV4/dIcnpZGHGl4/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEaA8NoWII/AAAAAAAABV4/dIcnpZGHGl4/s400/Image048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314557638739515522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#28 Amy I'm freezing dy....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-5010496280053888095?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/5010496280053888095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=5010496280053888095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5010496280053888095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5010496280053888095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-gonna-blog-like-im-using-facebook.html' title='I&apos;m gonna blog like I&apos;m using facebook'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/ScEU-4lXDhI/AAAAAAAABTQ/VXCcifhsHMM/s72-c/14032009042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-6860720462421205965</id><published>2009-03-15T19:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:30:45.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Let me explain myself. I know this blog has practically been left for dead. Blame where I'm stuck at don't blame the author. =) The computer lab at my hostel seriously can piss me off. The sign hanging on the door of the lab states clearly that the lab opens from 12 noon till 10 pm on weekends and when I go to the lab at 12 noon the door is locked. Jeez~ another time I enter the lab at 3pm the guy in charge nonchalantly tells me that he has some other important stuff to do and has to leave immediately and " sorry I've to freaking close the lab now." So much for a computer lab. &gt;.&lt;anyway,&gt;.&lt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a sneak peek on what we do during bio class:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is capacitation. Done by a group of girls. Believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sbzv3mpeecI/AAAAAAAABR4/NdlBDODhg6I/s400/capacitation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313385398936697282" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah, pollination. =) done by a whole group of guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sbzv22Z4FCI/AAAAAAAABRo/oPGvYboQimk/s400/pollination.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313385385986364450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oogenesis and Spermatogenesis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sbzv3TJkH5I/AAAAAAAABRw/ZfKZeFlVZo0/s400/spermatogenesis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313385393702576018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nah, this is meiosis done by my group. =) Makes us feel like kindergarten kids again. "Teacher I wanna play with plasticineeeeee......."&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sbzv2VEs1RI/AAAAAAAABRg/SMvM9woTkNU/s400/meiosis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313385377039176978" /&gt;Showing off my culinary skills by preparing fried noodles for the steamboat organized by Qi Ying. They all loved my noodles! =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sbzv3yY_RLI/AAAAAAAABSA/Xr2kNBKtAtQ/s400/mee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313385402088768690" /&gt;Another of my attempt at cooking without burning the hostel down. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SbzzfhHd_AI/AAAAAAAABSI/Xt9JwQ2B8Ck/s400/mee2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313389383181532162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And guess what, I donated blood. First time ever, and am proud of it. Even though I was poke twice, one on each arm (nurse said my blood vessels too small, very hard to find. Poke one arm. tak jadi, pull out enormous needle, poke other arm) and had this horrible bruise on one arm for about 3 weeks, it was totally worth it. Lol, practically look like a drug addict, the bruise I mean, not me. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A week after that, I joined a charity run. Ah, I sound O so benevolent and charitable and O so angelic * inserts picture of a cherub*. Kidding. Am still as devilishly evil as ever. Kidding. When was I ever devilish. Yup,yup picture below is me and Qi Ying after the run. She was the one that got me to join in. And I've just realized how spontaneous I can be. Waking up at 6.45 on the day of the run and making up my mind only then to take part in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SbzzhATWSPI/AAAAAAAABSg/dw82xp0dXkQ/s1600-h/Image1230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SbzzhATWSPI/AAAAAAAABSg/dw82xp0dXkQ/s400/Image1230.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313389408732727538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And not forgetting the spontaneous adventure I took the day before I went back. Running to the KTM station, hopping on a train to Subang and walking back from the KTM station to my hostel. My housemate seriously think I went nuts. KTM station not that far what &gt;.&lt;. Anyway guys, never ever try this at home. I mean at Shah Alam. Or anywhere that has a KTM station.   &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guys, meet my babies for 3 weeks. Say hello to Lemna Minor leaves during week 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sbzzgm6-MuI/AAAAAAAABSY/klmyv9bf9Ho/s1600-h/Image1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sbzzgm6-MuI/AAAAAAAABSY/klmyv9bf9Ho/s400/Image1259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313389401919599330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo taken during neighbour's birthday in her class. Pizza rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SbzzgcWtLdI/AAAAAAAABSQ/IF01iNpX6Yo/s400/jh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313389399083134418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is from last night's Kuching High fund raising dinner. I did Tina's makeup and hair. Hicks..though not visible here it was nice enough. Haha, pretty good work for someone who never ever uses make up. Unless forced to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sbz54qCt7_I/AAAAAAAABSo/_mE6_iyIiVc/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sbz54qCt7_I/AAAAAAAABSo/_mE6_iyIiVc/s400/Image030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313396412144021490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-6860720462421205965?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/6860720462421205965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=6860720462421205965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/6860720462421205965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/6860720462421205965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/Sbzv3mpeecI/AAAAAAAABR4/NdlBDODhg6I/s72-c/capacitation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-1858392873090070124</id><published>2009-01-30T10:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:05:30.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate and friends'/><title type='text'>Pre-CNY photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SYLc9B48ZVI/AAAAAAAABQo/ZeApR13WbEE/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297039052778530130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1 The Gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SYLc80dRXjI/AAAAAAAABQY/Jp3cxoKBWR8/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297039049172803122" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2 Midvalley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SYLc9pzSwcI/AAAAAAAABQw/dHYP-w5t_Qc/s400/Image005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297039063492248002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3 One Utama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SYLc8r3wMMI/AAAAAAAABQQ/-qtnRjMXTcE/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SYLc8r3wMMI/AAAAAAAABQQ/-qtnRjMXTcE/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297039046867955906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#4 Random bakery photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SYLeYAecmGI/AAAAAAAABRI/kgnHl1QkUtM/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SYLeYAecmGI/AAAAAAAABRI/kgnHl1QkUtM/s400/Image014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297040615767054434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#5 Outside 1U&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SYLeYIh_2YI/AAAAAAAABRA/GUK28tVyGfs/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SYLeYIh_2YI/AAAAAAAABRA/GUK28tVyGfs/s400/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297040617929431426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#6 Random pic at Ikea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SYLeXkA2BUI/AAAAAAAABQ4/5G-HlTE_Kko/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SYLeXkA2BUI/AAAAAAAABQ4/5G-HlTE_Kko/s400/Image013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297040608126698818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#7 Outside Ikano Power Center&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-1858392873090070124?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/1858392873090070124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=1858392873090070124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1858392873090070124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1858392873090070124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2009/01/pre-cny-photos.html' title='Pre-CNY photos'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SYLc9B48ZVI/AAAAAAAABQo/ZeApR13WbEE/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-703566431491697073</id><published>2008-12-16T23:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:37:36.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate and friends'/><title type='text'>5s2'07 Class Reunion</title><content type='html'>Finally, after one year,we all meet again. =D Reminds me bout how much I miss 'em 5s2 peeps. Lotsa photos ahead 'coz I'm just too lazy to type. =D Am very happy. And lazy. And full. Till I think I'm incapable of typing a proper post. Lol. One year and everyone is still as close as ever. =) That's us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfO_tOqDOI/AAAAAAAABOE/0a1-VAcDGkU/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280416681983347938" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1# The guys doing their thing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfOS7SSO9I/AAAAAAAABNM/5crpLbAnqcQ/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415912662547410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2# Ah Cheng and honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfOSs8o4aI/AAAAAAAABNE/kSb2h9InI14/s400/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415908813660578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3# Setting up the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfOT0SLkdI/AAAAAAAABNc/0Eejn6G4Lsc/s400/Image005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415927962931666" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4# L to R: Crystal, Chia Hsin, Connie, Siaw Wee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfOTEa4KyI/AAAAAAAABNU/wGUAcrjF-CM/s400/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415915114507042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5# With Siaw Wee while waiting for the meat to cook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfO-kaLrDI/AAAAAAAABNk/TcaIiJbhsHg/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280416662435900466" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;6# Camwhoring while waiting for food. Typical. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfO-ynymOI/AAAAAAAABNs/wcL4mfQZrqE/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280416666251073762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7# Crystal and Joanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfO_Vi4uzI/AAAAAAAABN8/ivllcIr-W6A/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280416675625745202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8# Lydia and Li.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfO_PCg2PI/AAAAAAAABN0/mwio0GStpwg/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280416673879349490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9# Sze Kai and Chia Hsin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfPeay9BdI/AAAAAAAABOM/vLMIZssR6cU/s400/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280417209611257298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10# The guys that are also waiting for the food. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfPfGU3bGI/AAAAAAAABOk/-AAiOfn-5_s/s400/Image014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280417221296221282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;11# Random photo of people eating.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfPe3M-NZI/AAAAAAAABOc/5b_umiTRGh4/s400/Image012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280417217236579730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;12# And eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfQCfaau0I/AAAAAAAABPM/AAG-ZyoS1u0/s400/Image019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280417829325814594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;13# Best bud for 10 years and counting. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfQCIERhaI/AAAAAAAABO8/fpH8Fa4qg20/s400/Image016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280417823058920866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;14# Lenoard and I showing off a well burnt chicken wing. Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfQByFgV9I/AAAAAAAABO0/R2au3HwDSWI/s400/Image017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280417817158506450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;15# Burning slash bbq-ing chicken wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfQCmQJauI/AAAAAAAABPU/w2i61LWg76E/s400/Image020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280417831161785058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;16# Lik and Siang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfRZ2NJ_GI/AAAAAAAABQE/jA5v3UYpdmU/s400/16122008188.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280419330092825698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;17#Those remaining after 10.30p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfRIXdXT1I/AAAAAAAABPc/-3DgHwFEF-M/s400/Image021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280419029781532498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;18# Another late group photo. Practically everyone is faking their height.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfRJfYBtBI/AAAAAAAABP8/t4P5BX7d3-w/s400/Image023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280419049086497810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;19# Taking photo of Lydia taking photo of someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfRJDFv0rI/AAAAAAAABP0/JCZQ9W0UhWA/s400/Image024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280419041493635762" /&gt;20# Aaron and I/ Class monitor &amp;amp; asst. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfRJDWYunI/AAAAAAAABPs/J8b4dcNHMlk/s400/Image025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280419041563425394" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;21# Dropped by Qi's birthday party after. Happy Birthday girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Make me even more reluctant to go back to Shah Alam dy. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfRIoFJtSI/AAAAAAAABPk/c3Qc9S_D1ms/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-703566431491697073?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/703566431491697073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=703566431491697073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/703566431491697073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/703566431491697073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/12/5s207-class-reunion.html' title='5s2&apos;07 Class Reunion'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SUfO_tOqDOI/AAAAAAAABOE/0a1-VAcDGkU/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-3685493887420632319</id><published>2008-11-25T19:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:08:43.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>A year gone</title><content type='html'>In a blink of an eye, one year is almost gone again. Glancing back at the past few months I'm always left stunned by the events that have taken place that has brought me to where I am now and have changed me in certain ways. This year has pass rather quickly for me because, well, all I've been doing is counting down days till holidays where I will be one step ( or should I say one day) closer to home and all that is familiar to me.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year ago, if anyone had ask me what are my plans after form 5, I would confidently tell you that I'll be going to Form 6 and then to Local Uni or Singapore. And then if you ask me whether I'll pursue medicine, I'll give you this horrified look and shake my head vigorously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A year ago, my mum will always joke that I'll be the one that will be at home forever - by going to Form 6 then entering Unimas where I'll be able to drive to U every day and coming home after lectures. And I kinda agreed with my mum. For as you know, I'm the youngest, and the youngest tends to be the one that's most attached to home, and well, the thought of staying at home sort of appealed to me, nothing beats the comfort of home you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Months ago, I'll be lamenting on how everyone of my close friends/classmates were leaving to further their studies and how I'll be the mere few that'll be left in Kuching. I'll be bidding farewells, going to other's farewell gathering, and telling  'em people to stay in touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And look where I am now. I'm definitely not studying in Form 6 what more to say studying in Kuching. My close friends and I were actually at the airport and I was getting on the plane, and not them. And I've practically spent the better half of the past six months cooped up in a hostel. Gosh, how things seem so different then what I've expected it to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The change in events manage to change me too. For better or worse I'm not quite sure. Going to Shah Alam has forced me to step out of my comfort zone and make friends with people I've never ever met before. Back in Kuching everything seemed to came naturally to me, making friends, crapping and fooling around. Being in a totally different and new place caused me to be more guarded,  I was afraid to actually be myself cos I was worried of other's perceptions towards me. As a result, at the start, I found it hard to fit in and talk to others, and well I've been more or less regarded as a quiet person. ( HAHAHA, Kuching buds I know this is hard to believe, LOL ) Anyway, at least things have improved and I've found these wonderful friends there that I can actually more or less be myself when I'm with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's the problem of getting myself adjusted to the new class. Going to INTEC has been a totally different experience for me. The whole INTEC is practically filled with scholarship students, what more my program ( A-Level Medicine) is infamous for it's nerdy students. After spending my last 2 years in s2, its kinda hard adjusting to a place where most people are really,um, glued to their books? =P s2 classes in KHS are notorious for being the naughtiest/ most fun ( depending on your point of view-e.g. whether you're a teacher/student, get what I mean =D). I miss 'em classmates that make classes interesting by disturbing teachers/ cracking lame jokes/ disturbing other students/ defying authorities( not a good example I know, but it all contributes to an interesting class =P) and settling down in a class that is so DEAD quiet even without a lecturer in sight, is well, boring sometimes, thus causing me to drift off to sleep rather,um constantly. =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, studying in Shah Alam, has taught me to be more independent. Like getting up by myself at 6.30a.m. every morning. I'm not ( or should I say, I was) a morning person, usually switching of my alarm the second it starts ringing, now I leap out of bed once it does, and I'm still getting up at 6 sth now. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being away from my family actually made me closer to them. I found that I've lots to talk bout with my parents and I'll always be anticipating their call every night. And I miss my sis n bro lots. And my dogs ( Yup, considered family  =P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's the part where I learn to do new stuff like getting on a plane by myself. Yeah, the thought of taking a flight alone actually caused me much worry as I have never ever done so. Past flights I will always be following my parents around the airport never paying much attention to my surroundings or what is actually taking place. But no worries =) I'm quite well with going on flights alone dy. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, there's the part about getting around KL. Who would have thought that I've become so um,native to KL? Am quite proud of my ability to move around KL using nothing but public transport. And am proud to say that I've been to all the major shopping centers around KL, AND am familiar with the shops ( except Sungei Wang, that place damn confusing &gt;.&lt; ). Haha, Kuching peeps, want a KL tour? =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 6 months ago, Amy and I were glancing up at the roller coaster track at Sunway Lagoon and saying to each other that never ever in our lives we were ever spend our money playing at Sunway Lagoon. And 3 days before my finals, there we were, screaming our heads off (eh sorry, more like Amy screaming her head off, me laughing like a demented fool =P) on the exact same roller coaster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, guess things never turn out as you expected right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-3685493887420632319?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/3685493887420632319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=3685493887420632319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3685493887420632319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3685493887420632319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/11/year-gone.html' title='A year gone'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-8432230698161341380</id><published>2008-11-24T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:35:56.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random chocolate'/><title type='text'>Teeheehee =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpKnTc4Y0I/AAAAAAAABM0/2nrBAW7fASQ/s1600-h/IMG_1616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpKnTc4Y0I/AAAAAAAABM0/2nrBAW7fASQ/s400/IMG_1616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272108352887350082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-8432230698161341380?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/8432230698161341380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=8432230698161341380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8432230698161341380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8432230698161341380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/11/teeheehee-d.html' title='Teeheehee =D'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpKnTc4Y0I/AAAAAAAABM0/2nrBAW7fASQ/s72-c/IMG_1616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-3695091684070791848</id><published>2008-11-21T13:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:00:03.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waitttttt</title><content type='html'>Before I get back to my book. I have to say I looveeeee this song. Haha, Dairshini and I love it so much we played it simultaneously on our phones in class. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/swJLUUj1iYQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/swJLUUj1iYQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-3695091684070791848?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/3695091684070791848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=3695091684070791848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3695091684070791848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3695091684070791848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/11/waitttttt.html' title='Waitttttt'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-824198912983186131</id><published>2008-11-21T11:02:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:35:14.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, after 12 weeks/3 months/ 84 days I'm back home. =) Have been too engrossed in my Brisingr book till I've neglected my already neglected blog ( that sounded weird ) =P. Well, since there is a significant lack of photos in my blog I'll let the pictures do the talking. And there's a LOT of pictures to do the talking. =) Hmm Hmmmm where shall I start.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYoly4Hf9I/AAAAAAAABHE/hKEEFktrHX8/s400/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270945043661160402" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#1 : JWW Marriot Hotel. Where Sarawak Chinese JPA scholarship holders were treated to a dinner. Super nice high class hotel that I can only stay in my dreams. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYomG-ls_I/AAAAAAAABHU/24XCH65KSoI/s400/Image055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270945049057014770" /&gt;#2 : Us highians at the dinner. =) Blurry photo. 2 megapixel hp cam. what ya expect. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYomfEf0rI/AAAAAAAABHc/fYLSDf4Cee0/s400/Image048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270945055524246194" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#3 Never ending varieties of CHINESE food. Amy's and my occasional guilty indulgence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYomL5_unI/AAAAAAAABHM/gLIzsVGbNNo/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYomL5_unI/AAAAAAAABHM/gLIzsVGbNNo/s400/Image017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270945050379926130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#4 : AUSMAT canteen at INTEC which lacks food. HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYol5-k1NI/AAAAAAAABG8/dPuw0i812eM/s1600-h/211020081985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYol5-k1NI/AAAAAAAABG8/dPuw0i812eM/s400/211020081985.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270945045567296722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#5 : My classmatessss..all 20 of us =) 9M5 '08 with our class rep sitting in the middle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYscfJYl4I/AAAAAAAABHk/P3tWP264ycA/s400/Image054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270949281792563074" /&gt;#6 Some kinda special dessert that was served at the dinner stated above. *Too many photos to even attempt to arrange it in chronological order, so bear with me* =) The dessert was really unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYsdMZlU2I/AAAAAAAABIE/LyxZRqUyEHo/s400/Image063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270949293940101986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#7 Beef steamboat @ Midvalley&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYuMQpZhoI/AAAAAAAABIM/3tk0iXpGhC8/s400/Image062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270951202045658754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#8 Amy and her pearl milk tea that came in a....urmmm jar???!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYsdBHHGiI/AAAAAAAABH8/OeRMG9i-pDA/s400/Image059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270949290909833762" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#9 Celebrating mooncake festival away from home with mooncakes. ( Lame phrase, I know) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYscyebPzI/AAAAAAAABH0/A-uJnGwsswI/s400/25092008498.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270949286981091122" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#10 : Pizzas for my first birthday away from home. Sniff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYscrDITyI/AAAAAAAABHs/rArTf9VRH_s/s1600-h/25092008497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYscrDITyI/AAAAAAAABHs/rArTf9VRH_s/s400/25092008497.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270949284987555618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#11 : Birthday food- Pizzas, kuihs, ice-creams.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYuMigjqnI/AAAAAAAABIk/OIv56ymIqIA/s400/Image076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270951206840412786" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#12 : Me, Dairshini, Sangeetha and birthday prezzie from Dairs darling =) Blurry photo due to pizzas. Somehow my camera got oily. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYuMvp6MhI/AAAAAAAABIs/kv8VzCVTAiA/s400/Image080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270951210369298962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#13 : Dairshini's gift up close. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYuMaUx37I/AAAAAAAABIc/Gmc0QwMLTsI/s400/Image074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270951204643528626" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#14 : With my neighbours, my dearest roomie and housemate. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYuMYp8LmI/AAAAAAAABIU/TtDlTc446u0/s1600-h/Image069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYuMYp8LmI/AAAAAAAABIU/TtDlTc446u0/s400/Image069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270951204195413602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#15 : My first ever multiracial birthday away from home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYwlozMhLI/AAAAAAAABJU/ur0-nc_okzk/s1600-h/Image087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYwlozMhLI/AAAAAAAABJU/ur0-nc_okzk/s400/Image087.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270953837049185458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#16 Birthday presents from classmates.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYwlXNrKrI/AAAAAAAABJE/7BAmoIRYUw4/s400/Image068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270953832328407730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#17 My birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYwluMWXdI/AAAAAAAABJM/z2gMj-EEQxI/s400/25092008501.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270953838496865746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#18 Someone suggested the use of a torchlight due to the lack of matches to light the candles. Ingenious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYwlLfQ6sI/AAAAAAAABI8/Bgjk_uDYDA4/s1600-h/Image138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYwlLfQ6sI/AAAAAAAABI8/Bgjk_uDYDA4/s400/Image138.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270953829180959426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#19 My board which somehow became my birthday board. Thanks guys so so so so much for all ya birthday wishes all the way from Kuching. Mwah, heart you guys lots lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYwk3vSVYI/AAAAAAAABI0/IwKVLj-WPQw/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYwk3vSVYI/AAAAAAAABI0/IwKVLj-WPQw/s400/Image060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270953823879452034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#20 Prezzie from lil bro leon. Sent all the way from Kch. =) Thankies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYzPhM76EI/AAAAAAAABJ0/dcBP6SrYgo4/s400/Image093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270956755587426370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#21 Amy's gift to me. She says I stress too much. So she gives me a monkey that keeps shaking its head. Hmm, interesting. Sorry ah, using my dad's mac to blog, have no idea how to rotate the photo. =.= So how bout you just lifting up the computer and rotating it 90 degrees clockwise for me?? =) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYzPar46II/AAAAAAAABJc/YUsNXcPt18U/s400/Image122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270956753838205058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#22 This I love love love love. Birthday present from bro and sis! Sent all the way from Singapore!!! Loooongggggg looooooonggggg complicated story how I finally manage to get this bear. But am happy it's safely in my hands. Its called munchkin by the way. Bro's nickname for me when I was younger. Long family story there. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYzPqH2CqI/AAAAAAAABJ8/C6v_uk7UsIA/s1600-h/Image100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYzPqH2CqI/AAAAAAAABJ8/C6v_uk7UsIA/s400/Image100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270956757981989538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#23 Ikeaaaa foooodddddd.. This I love love love. I can't remember the name given to those round thingies but I fondly refer to them as chocolate balls. Yummyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYzPjd00OI/AAAAAAAABJs/xxFJgo8145g/s1600-h/Image091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYzPjd00OI/AAAAAAAABJs/xxFJgo8145g/s400/Image091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270956756195135714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#24 Ikea meatballs. Best tasting meatballs ever ever ever! Drool someone! Drool! ( you know who you are =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYzPbE6tBI/AAAAAAAABJk/ZYi82IUwdp4/s1600-h/Image089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYzPbE6tBI/AAAAAAAABJk/ZYi82IUwdp4/s400/Image089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270956753943180306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#25 Putting up another meatball photo just for the sake of making someone drool. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZBT0ACTXI/AAAAAAAABKc/_NpHXoUgY2w/s400/Image121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270972222515858802" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#26 Amy's Baskin Robbins ice cream cake that I got for her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZCKvJ6LeI/AAAAAAAABKs/cIaVj7BiCfc/s400/Image120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270973166107897314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#27 Some fried chicken dish we had at Sunway Pyramid. Looks nicer than it tastes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZBT2Qy9gI/AAAAAAAABKU/loraqWdM9Rs/s400/Image110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270972223123027458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#28 I fried CABBAGEEEEE.... WOohoooooOoo.. Proud of myself for no apparent reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZBTfeidDI/AAAAAAAABKE/-TKmAB9jZE0/s400/Image113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270972217006650418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#29 Scrambled eggs that I prepared for my cousin. HAHAHAHA, I can actually C-O-O-K. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZBTqUuruI/AAAAAAAABKM/h8IyPdWmr2E/s400/Image155.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270972219918298850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#30 Noodles I cooked for Amy. Lol. Messy looking. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZCK4fwmiI/AAAAAAAABK8/j4ao9tbUs3E/s400/Image129.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270973168615463458" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#31 Roomie and Hasvanny's Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZCKx1IJFI/AAAAAAAABLE/Zl3Ru49SEDI/s400/Image131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270973166826038354" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#32 Egg sandwiches we made for the birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZCLMI9P4I/AAAAAAAABLM/3CFoCAsjDp0/s400/Image132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270973173888532354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#33 Hasvaany kena fed potato salad. ( Made by us also * proud* Lol. ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZBUL0yZyI/AAAAAAAABKk/jo47Nsoi-70/s400/Image125.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270972228911130402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#34 At INTEC. Bu, Ker Yin, *ahem*, Cheryl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZCKpqgknI/AAAAAAAABK0/UCmNB2QifEM/s400/Image127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270973164634018418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#35 Pauline (Sabah), Joanne ( Melaka), Cheryl ( Sabah), Qi Ying ( Miri)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZFC2gRAYI/AAAAAAAABLc/0q-i7m3Ve1s/s400/Image130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270976329176646018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#36 Halloween fest at One U. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZFC9PXN7I/AAAAAAAABLU/H2daKhOoFk8/s400/Image135.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270976330984798130" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#37 Toast from Heaven on Toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZFDCMZJlI/AAAAAAAABLk/qWtz4eXU14I/s400/Image139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270976332314519122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#38 Sushi making with Qi Ying and Ker Yin during study leave. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZFDYibDrI/AAAAAAAABL0/t0voJTbzDdg/s1600-h/Image150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZFDYibDrI/AAAAAAAABL0/t0voJTbzDdg/s400/Image150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270976338312498866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#39 Conquered Sunway Lagoon with Amy during study leave. Sweet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZFDCmMqVI/AAAAAAAABLs/cxKE6Q8NJtM/s400/Image143.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270976332422752594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#40 Us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZFwnjTaGI/AAAAAAAABL8/CSGxIHFS45U/s400/Image144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270977115436836962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#41 I'm at the spot where there's a big red balloon that says "You". Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZFw24Ju6I/AAAAAAAABME/WqyX8R553_s/s400/Image151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270977119550815138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#42 Was busy wolfing down Muruku with Amy the night before finals. Couldn't study. &gt;.&lt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSZFwy3jdAI/AAAAAAAABMM/uHg_AELVD_c/s400/Image152.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270977118474564610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#43 Dominossssssss........ After exam celebration. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anddd I'm done for now. =) Back to Brisingr....wootttt.. I loveeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-824198912983186131?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/824198912983186131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=824198912983186131' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/824198912983186131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/824198912983186131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSYoly4Hf9I/AAAAAAAABHE/hKEEFktrHX8/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-7587587239939848884</id><published>2008-10-04T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:40:01.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random chocolate'/><title type='text'>Going back today.</title><content type='html'>yar, going back to that-that-that- place today. Will be very hard for me to update my blog there due to the superrrrrrrr slowwwwwwwwwwww internet connection and the difficulty to find a computer there. 3 more weeks * sabarnyaaaaaa* till study leave. And then we'll shall see. Kuching waittttttt forrrrrrrr meeeeeeeeee.. Shall be getting home in 6 more weeks. 6 more bloody weeks. Ah. for now. Stay tune for my next update. In em... =) you know lar.... lecehnya to online over there. Love you guys. Mwah mwah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-7587587239939848884?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/7587587239939848884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=7587587239939848884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/7587587239939848884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/7587587239939848884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-back-today.html' title='Going back today.'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-5093827546245026527</id><published>2008-10-03T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:36:59.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>Escaped from Shah Alam</title><content type='html'>Yup, am at my cousin's place for a few days to escape the depressing land of depression. =P  Shah Alam has been pretty deserted the past few days because of Raya. The shops are mostly closed and well I guess the residents also mostly dah balik kampung. Here? Its a different story. According to my cousin, Serdang ( the place where I'm currently staying) used to be a Hakka village. So, well you know. Chinese. Haha, its pretty delightful to see chinese coffee shops around. And seeing Chinese FOODD... gosh glorious chinese food, if you get my drift. =) Weelllll, had a swelll birthday on Sunday. Thanks guys for all the birthday wishes/presents/sms/gifts all the way from Kuching ( thanks a million Leon!) , am so so touched and honoured to have great great wonderfull undescribably superb friends like you all. And oh oh, my bro and sis actually made me a bear and are sending it over here all the way from Singapore!!! How cool can that be. So So So So excited to receive it! hahaha. Saw the picture of the bear and its adorable! Pink somemore with surgeon's outfit( ah, should be my bro's idea). thankies so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, about the birthday! Celebrated it at Ikano/ The Curve that area. Had pancakes for lunch, gosh, you should see the amazing varieties of pancakes at Paddington House of Pancakes. And I thought that pancakes were the normal flour kinda you eat with honey and syrup. My perception of pancakes have changed ever since I ate there. And And And for tea/snack whatever you wanna name it ( yea, I know we have humongous appetites, its a result of staying in KL)  we had curry puffs/hotdogs/meatballs/ choc balls at Ikea. The meatballs there are HEAVEN, simply HEAVEN, and the choc balls?? ah nothing tastes better. The curry puffs are one of a kind too. Highly recommend you all to eat at Ikea. Cheap and simply delicious. LOL. =) oh and dinner?? HAHAHA can laugh till don't want laugh. Went to Carl's Jr, the guys ordered 3 burgers mana tau come another 3 EXTRA burgers with fries and salad some more. How good can this get? Carl's Jr burger lagi, don't play play. All in all it was a wonderful day, was pretty reluctant to leave after that. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its much nicer being at my cousin's place. Much more convenient. Love the internet speed here. Good for blogging. Sadly, didn't think of bringing my hp cable here. If not this post could have been filled with pictures.of. FOOD. Mwahaha.. oh and cuzzy brought me to Ikea and 1U again yesterday. The wonders of having a car. It makes travelling about so much more easier. And oh yea, really love shopping at Ikea. &gt;.&lt; confession there. =) Am so gonna bring Amy here next time. Poor her cramming for her SATs. Wish her luck yea. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-5093827546245026527?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/5093827546245026527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=5093827546245026527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5093827546245026527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5093827546245026527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/10/escaped-from-shah-alam.html' title='Escaped from Shah Alam'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-5507191284877887956</id><published>2008-09-24T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:48:41.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>I can survive...hopefully</title><content type='html'>7 more weeks. to home. Ah, why does time seems to be crawling??? It's been hell here. The environment sucks so much that I don't think its conducive for learning. =( Sometimes I get really stress out here. No, my studies are not that hard, it's the people. Everywhere I go I'll see people studying till I get so sick of doing so. It amazes me how amazingly hardworking people here can be. I can fall asleep to the sound of someone studying and rise in the morning to see the exact same person at the exact same place doing the exact same thing. Ah, and my sanity. I'm afraid I'm losing it. Blame the environment.My mind keeps seeming to bug me to do things that I'm not required to do. And if I don't do so I'll be left with a guilty feeling. Talk about abnegation. I've been practising it voluntarily. =/ On a lighter tone, after tomorrow I'll be having raya hols! for a week! =) Sadly, I'm unable to spend it at home =(. Oh well. At least its hols. By the way, the computer lab in my hostel decided to take it's Raya hols too. Starting from today till 6 Oct. So much for having more computer time during hols. =S. How convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just celebrated my birthday today with a couple of my friends. Had a nice multi-racial birthday party. First ever I guess. =) And it was really fun. Had tons of pizza courtesy of my parents. Thanks Mum. Thanks Dad. I miss them so much =(. And this is also the first year ever that I'm celebrating my birthday far far from home. Missed that homey feeling and my mum's home made stuff. Nothing beats my mum's cooking and my bro's bbq-ing. =) Fascinating how the human mind only starts to really appreciate all the simple little things in life when its hard to get. Lesson of the day: appreciate everything that happens no matter what. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had too much pizza. Its 0039 and I'm still here blogging hyper-actively. Having classes and a test tomorrow. Oh well. Lets countdown again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days till I turn 18 * hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week of Raya hols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks of mad-dashing to finish our 1st sem syllabus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks of study leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week of finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... HOME =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praying hard that I'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, many thanks to my family for the wonderful birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my ever so caring housemates. Ah, I think their personal goal in life is to get me to eat unhealthily. =P LOL kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my ever so ever so loving friends. I heart you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloated chocoholic gotta get tons of water into her system and try to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwah mwah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-5507191284877887956?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/5507191284877887956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=5507191284877887956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5507191284877887956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5507191284877887956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-can-survivehopefully.html' title='I can survive...hopefully'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-8919968296841106248</id><published>2008-09-11T20:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:38:05.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate crap'/><title type='text'>Four floors up</title><content type='html'>Yup, am blogging from four floors up for the very first time. Am typing furiously on my housemate's laptop which she kindly lent me to update my blog/keep in touch with the internet world/ do something other than studying &gt;.&lt;. Ah, sorry for the lack of updates. Haven't been quite in the mood for blogging and was too lazy to go hunt around for a computer to do so. Plus was feeling really crappy the previous weeks, don't ask me why, mood swings I guess. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what, we had a moment (a VERY slight moment ) of joy when we were informed that we were allowed to wear short sleeves around our hostel and college. For a day. And the new dress code was abolished today. Because someone didn't approve it. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've been having tests practically every week&gt;.&lt; So much to adding to my already very crappy mood. Anyway, am counting down the weeks till i can get home! HAHAHA 9 more weeks baby! and i'll be back home. Away from this crappy place. *grins* That's the thing that keeps me going. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks to Raya hols. 2 more weeks to my birthday and 9 more weeks till I get home. =) Am in the mood to go wandering round KL this weekend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, tata. =) will blog again when I get the mood to. Take care guys. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-8919968296841106248?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/8919968296841106248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=8919968296841106248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8919968296841106248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8919968296841106248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/09/four-floors-up.html' title='Four floors up'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-7531625386782048224</id><published>2008-08-18T15:16:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:43:39.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>I'm BACKKKKKKKKK</title><content type='html'>I'm BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*inserts stick man screaming maniacally and a running  Energizer bunny*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love love homeeeeeeeee. I've been eating home cook food as if there's no tomorrow. =) Been watching TV like crazy, oh dear TV how I've missed you *strokes TV gently* Been eating my mum's muffins, ah nothing beats my mum's home made muffins, made with love. =) And I can't stop smiling. =) See, see, notice how many smileys there are in this paragraph??? =) To top it off, I've went to Kuching Fest again last night, ah it was nice to see Flo and Tina and Noah and Siew and Audrey and Siaw Wee and......... again. =) And it was indescribably superb to have a chauffeur again although he has an uncanny ability to make me feel guilty *cringes*. =) thankyouuuuuuuuu so much, you know how much I appreciate youuuuuuuuuu driving us around. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time for photos, yea baby, INTEC photos coming up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation a.k.a hell week.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkrzF1cZcI/AAAAAAAAAss/yOFJRC_h9Zg/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkrzF1cZcI/AAAAAAAAAss/yOFJRC_h9Zg/s400/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235764198534571458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us girls managed to look happy and joyful even though we were half dead due to the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;L to R: Siaw Hui, Pauline, aiya-u-know-who, Sam, Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkrzY9wL9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/3wqNHPb6XOM/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkrzY9wL9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/3wqNHPb6XOM/s400/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235764203669696466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomie Yin Shin a.k.a bubu and the ever-entertaining Sui Ying ( Amy's roomie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkrzUS8-UI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Aii5Y8OG-Zw/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkrzUS8-UI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Aii5Y8OG-Zw/s400/Image044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235764202416437570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of living room from my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKksnOIXN-I/AAAAAAAAAtU/Ub56CsGwh1Y/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKksnOIXN-I/AAAAAAAAAtU/Ub56CsGwh1Y/s400/Image032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235765094114605026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Living/ study area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkvGvg9zoI/AAAAAAAAAus/NarhrGTg5yM/s1600-h/Image093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkvGvg9zoI/AAAAAAAAAus/NarhrGTg5yM/s400/Image093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235767834675367554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom that I clean every single freaking night. Yes, I'm fastidiously clean. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to have clean toilets/bathrooms. Oh, home bathroom I do miss you so... *run and strokes my bathroom wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKksnN02eDI/AAAAAAAAAtk/yN8JAzU42bQ/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKksnN02eDI/AAAAAAAAAtk/yN8JAzU42bQ/s400/Image036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235765094032767026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mini kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKksnfrcqUI/AAAAAAAAAts/SAOlLwMLez0/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKksnfrcqUI/AAAAAAAAAts/SAOlLwMLez0/s400/Image037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235765098825165122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apartment unit that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to mop every week. Symptoms of housewifish-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkrzrT-RwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/uHe09SqxP5g/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkrzrT-RwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/uHe09SqxP5g/s400/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235764208594732802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bedroom. Guess which one is mine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkrz837RLI/AAAAAAAAAtM/qoJbtY8Hmq8/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkrz837RLI/AAAAAAAAAtM/qoJbtY8Hmq8/s400/Image031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235764213308933298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of apartment block from outside. Count four floors up. I live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKksndBHgiI/AAAAAAAAAt0/rHBv6TtrDFA/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKksndBHgiI/AAAAAAAAAt0/rHBv6TtrDFA/s400/Image057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235765098110747170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My self-decorated notice board. =) nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkvGkl6cmI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Oeqwv4EXurw/s1600-h/Image096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkvGkl6cmI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Oeqwv4EXurw/s400/Image096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235767831743328866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, the countdown board. =) Couldn't wait to get home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkvG_aW8UI/AAAAAAAAAu8/XyJgUynd_WQ/s1600-h/Image095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkvG_aW8UI/AAAAAAAAAu8/XyJgUynd_WQ/s400/Image095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235767838942622018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study table up  close and personal. =D Guess guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkvG1KtKgI/AAAAAAAAAvE/c3TVNUt4wtk/s1600-h/Image115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkvG1KtKgI/AAAAAAAAAvE/c3TVNUt4wtk/s400/Image115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235767836192614914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and I on  one of our pleasure trips away from the land of depression. Note note similar shirts! =) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkt35Yes9I/AAAAAAAAAt8/biLSlhXLQb4/s1600-h/Image078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkt35Yes9I/AAAAAAAAAt8/biLSlhXLQb4/s400/Image078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235766480114463698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was dinner.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkt4FFoXzI/AAAAAAAAAuE/_vQX7AatQJ0/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkt4FFoXzI/AAAAAAAAAuE/_vQX7AatQJ0/s400/Image048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235766483256631090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, kidding lar........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No , seriously that was  dinner. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library which has more shelves than books. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkvG497b7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GxzP4URA9Jg/s1600-h/Image087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkvG497b7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GxzP4URA9Jg/s400/Image087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235767837212766130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exterior view of library.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkwsMuAM0I/AAAAAAAAAvs/PbElSGxGFvk/s1600-h/Image104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkwsMuAM0I/AAAAAAAAAvs/PbElSGxGFvk/s400/Image104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235769577681466178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALM ( A-Level Medicine) Block. This is where my classes are held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkt4Qg0R7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/ZIdDeBmOkqs/s1600-h/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkt4Qg0R7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/ZIdDeBmOkqs/s400/Image083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235766486323447730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class which has freezing cold air-conditioning that has an uncanny ability to adjust its temperature by itself. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkt4slcHII/AAAAAAAAAuc/4Vd6xecd3Ws/s1600-h/Image085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkt4slcHII/AAAAAAAAAuc/4Vd6xecd3Ws/s400/Image085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235766493859028098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Jian Ming from Seremban and some unknown guy in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkt4YwaIeI/AAAAAAAAAuU/eH4Alt3bXfA/s1600-h/Image084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkt4YwaIeI/AAAAAAAAAuU/eH4Alt3bXfA/s400/Image084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235766488536326626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour, Yee Ling from Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkxP2oszGI/AAAAAAAAAwE/1Z_GOA7o6G4/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkxP2oszGI/AAAAAAAAAwE/1Z_GOA7o6G4/s400/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235770190228933730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus we take to college every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkwr-opBjI/AAAAAAAAAvc/K9_z9Ub-RT0/s1600-h/Image091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkwr-opBjI/AAAAAAAAAvc/K9_z9Ub-RT0/s400/Image091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235769573900879410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best bud in class, Dairshini. She makes classes bearable. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkwryKELcI/AAAAAAAAAvk/NoKWjcTodMY/s1600-h/Image100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkwryKELcI/AAAAAAAAAvk/NoKWjcTodMY/s400/Image100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235769570551410114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmates, Pei Hwa  from Perak and Ing Hui from Sibu.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkxPTuFWrI/AAAAAAAAAv0/-nMA8UGeJWQ/s1600-h/Image098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkxPTuFWrI/AAAAAAAAAv0/-nMA8UGeJWQ/s400/Image098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235770180856273586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wei Jiann from Sibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkxPhIVn4I/AAAAAAAAAv8/1THLiM0P8i0/s1600-h/Image092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkxPhIVn4I/AAAAAAAAAv8/1THLiM0P8i0/s400/Image092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235770184456052610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elayne from Bintulu &amp;amp; Pei Hwa, who is a year younger. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkxP2ykyAI/AAAAAAAAAwM/wkV2hQREWhk/s1600-h/Image103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkxP2ykyAI/AAAAAAAAAwM/wkV2hQREWhk/s400/Image103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235770190270351362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chemistry Lab where we have to wear humongous, dirty lab coats. Eekkk!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkwriY7liI/AAAAAAAAAvM/yEOLKSThrco/s1600-h/Image089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkwriY7liI/AAAAAAAAAvM/yEOLKSThrco/s400/Image089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235769566318794274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random picture of J.Co donuts just to get your appetite going.  =P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkwrvqP5EI/AAAAAAAAAvU/gHRYX_OEhq0/s1600-h/Image088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkwrvqP5EI/AAAAAAAAAvU/gHRYX_OEhq0/s400/Image088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235769569881089090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADFP block where Amy has her classes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkxQOf8VAI/AAAAAAAAAwU/EwWN9l83bmY/s1600-h/Image106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkxQOf8VAI/AAAAAAAAAwU/EwWN9l83bmY/s400/Image106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235770196634653698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long, loooooooong path I have to walk everyday to get to my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKky_LXOz_I/AAAAAAAAAwc/OZgNr-0TqQo/s1600-h/Image107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKky_LXOz_I/AAAAAAAAAwc/OZgNr-0TqQo/s400/Image107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235772102758289394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-hour study room. Kononnya &gt;.&lt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKky_QXB0RI/AAAAAAAAAwk/I851vhFQWT8/s1600-h/Image108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKky_QXB0RI/AAAAAAAAAwk/I851vhFQWT8/s400/Image108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235772104099614994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ausmat block where our Chemistry Lab is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKky_YSwX9I/AAAAAAAAAws/nQnx5YD5TYk/s1600-h/Image109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKky_YSwX9I/AAAAAAAAAws/nQnx5YD5TYk/s400/Image109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235772106229178322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating housemate's birthday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKky_pQlSuI/AAAAAAAAAw0/_3Kgh66tcSY/s1600-h/Image112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKky_pQlSuI/AAAAAAAAAw0/_3Kgh66tcSY/s400/Image112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235772110783466210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park where I jog. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKky_u-8IoI/AAAAAAAAAw8/tMLgvtnlQOM/s1600-h/Image118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKky_u-8IoI/AAAAAAAAAw8/tMLgvtnlQOM/s400/Image118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235772112320078466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I still love Kuching more. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia Question : Where is my favorite place to shop in KL? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-7531625386782048224?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/7531625386782048224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=7531625386782048224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/7531625386782048224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/7531625386782048224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-backkkkkkkkk.html' title='I&apos;m BACKKKKKKKKK'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SKkrzF1cZcI/AAAAAAAAAss/yOFJRC_h9Zg/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-8968566818291905062</id><published>2008-07-19T15:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:11:16.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>3 weeks and counting</title><content type='html'>Am feeling very bored today. Sorry for the lack of updates. Amy has just abandoned me by going to midvalley =(. She's going to do intellectual stuff at Midvalley and she said I should not follow 'cos I'm not intellectual enough ( kidding, she didn't say that). =( I really want to do something spontaneous like hopping on a Rapid Kl bus and going somewhere. Sigh, like home?? =( Few more weeks and I'll be back. Hopefully. Oh ya, sorry that I am unable to reply you guys at the chatbox. Am using the computer at the computer lab. The connection sucks. Wait till I go to cyber next week and I'll reply you guys. And play webcam with you all. =) Am looking forward to it. =) Good luck to all Thomians that are having their exam this week. I miss you all ( you know who lar. ) Besides I have just made a list of food I really want to eat when I get back. Sigh...... Hommmmeeeeeeeeeee....... =( seems so far away. I want a proper meal, decent food, fun friends, being able to talk crap, sleep well, transportation ( yes, cars or just anything with an engine and wheels so I don't have to walk) and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way I am so sick of stairs and walking. Living on the 4th floor really sucks. Today the freaking computer lab was supposed to be opened by noon but after I climbed down 4 flights of stairs and walked there ( at one something) it was shut. =( How can how can. Luckily my 2nd attempt at using the computer at 3pm was successful. But..... I left my freaking thumb drive (which has the information I need to print out for my ethics project) in my locker in my freaking room which is 4 floors up. =( Huhuhu... my fate with stairs. And, and if that's not enough, everyday I have to walk for about 7 minutes to my class( from the bus) and climb 3 flights of stairs. Stairs oh, stairs, have mercy on me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, stuff that I really want to eat right now are my rice( yes my brown brown rice), mum's bread, durian (ah, ummm), Laksa ( OMC, sarawak laksa where art thou?) , kolo mee ( sigh~), kueh tiau, popiah, ais kacang, seafood(wuuuuu~), tauhu ( yum,yum), mum's cooking....and the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've gotten really attached to Amy, my handphone (the only connection to Kuching), my bracelet( yes thank you it reminds me of home, sniff), my photo album (ah, the memories), and the Internet. Waaaaaa.....3 weeks and I'm still homesick. How can how can???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd * drumroll* I'll be back for a week on the 15th August, Kuching Fest here I come! =) You guys back in Kuching, wait for me! Can't wait can't wait!!!!!!! *restrains self* Noah and Pin Wei, be prepared for someone to come hopping into your car! ( sigh, carsss * dreamy eyes*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, guess that's all for now, am gonna try to prevent myself from hopping on the Rapid Kl bus, or going to the KTM station, or getting on a plane.. HAHAHA........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhu, my apartment is so damn eerie now. Its empty =( I wanna be able to go home like all my housemates. =( My West Malaysian classmates told me they can't imagine how its like not being able to go home during the weekends. *sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-8968566818291905062?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/8968566818291905062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=8968566818291905062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8968566818291905062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8968566818291905062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-weeks-and-counting.html' title='3 weeks and counting'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-6254028180625923968</id><published>2008-07-13T13:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T15:53:12.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>Title? What title?!!</title><content type='html'>Two weeks in the shittiest place ever ( quoting Amy who quotes her lecturer) and I've perfected the art of sleeping while standing up in a moving KTM/bus/bus stop/ KTM station/ anywhere you can think of. I've spent the last two days trampling around KL in order to preserve thy sanity. Yes, my sanity is at stake. After a whole week of having class in the -word blocked- place ever, my sanity is at stake, its been pushed to the very edge of depression *exaggeration present*. Worry not, I shall never fall into the clutches of depression because I have Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, classes suck. I miss 5s2 and L6s2 so much till I have the tendency to compare every single thing in class to 5s2 and L6s2. 5s2 have the best classmates ever and L6s2 have the best teachers,period. Am trying to rid myself of this comparing habit. First few days in class and I can be described as a pure-bred introvert. I talk not, I hear not, I smile NOT. Amy can verify that for you. Ah, her shoulders should be soaked wet by tears, don't ask whose. Come Friday and I'll metamorph into a happy bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Friday, we took the KTM down two stations and squeezed ourselves into a creaky, packed bus to meet up with Lydia at Sunway Pyramid. My eyes were greatly refreshed by the change of environment. Being entertainment deprived for a week really does something to your state of mind. We ended up having J.CO donuts for lunch ( I had to make a difficult decision between having pancakes and donuts, sigh this is the after effects of being deprived of leisure and good food) . Later in the afternoon, Sarah and Jon magcally appeared after having told me that they were "busy" *winks* for that day. It was so comforting to hear Sarah talk that day, really made me feel whole lots better. =) Thanks sis. Ahah, for dinner we actually had * cough* ( I should not mention it here) to satisfy Yik Chen's insatiable desire for *coughs*. Really enjoyed eating *coughs*. =P We were dead tired by the time we got home. Amy even has photos of Chen sleeping while standing up as proof. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are obssessed with getting out of This Place, we headed of to Midvalley on Saturday. Had a very delicious lunch at Carl's Jr. And now Amy shall stop obssessing about getting me to eat meat. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, both of us better stop staring at the computer screen and head back to my apartment so Amy can devour her dictionary. * laughs evilly* By the way, I've become really attached to certain people and certain things over here. Deprive me of Amy for a day and I'll be super emo. Am currently listing down who and what I've become really attached to. List coming up soon. =) Can't wait to get back to Kuching. Bye for now, fellow normal homo sapians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s Noah are you ever gonna get here???? =) I'm waiting, don't forget the tissues! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/p/s Yik chen, see you tomorrow. Ah, eye candy. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-6254028180625923968?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/6254028180625923968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=6254028180625923968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/6254028180625923968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/6254028180625923968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-weeks-in-shittiest-place-ever.html' title='Title? What title?!!'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-9102488274768222023</id><published>2008-07-05T12:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:57:35.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>I love Home</title><content type='html'>Lets continue from where I was cut off. =) After settling everything on Thursday, we finally had time to do some of our shopping. Shopping for groceries and necessities. Ah, we sound so mature and housewifish, no? *pats self on back*. After doing so, Amy and her roomie came over to my apartment to hang out since its pretty empty. My other two housemates live really near (one at Kajang, the other around Klang area) hence its really convenient for them to get back during the weekends. Oh, I'm getting so green-eyed. =S I so wanna go home too! Give me ten billion zillion million gazzilion wishes and I'll use them all to wish myself home. =( This is the sound of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we four were chatting in my apartment (while feasting on the chocs Siang and Jong gave, Ah guys thanks a million times, the chocs are heavenly =D) , I managed to ejek Amy happily. =) Ah, I should not reveal what was said as Amy swears to get back at me when we get back to Kuching. Oh, the atrocity! Attention Lucia, Amy is so so healthy! She's been jogging/walking in morning! =D Hicks, be prepared for a glowing, rosy cheek Amy to return! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Amy and I have sworn never to enter Baker's Cottage again. We were paying for the loaf of bread we bought when this humongous filthy rat jumped out of the counter and ran away. &gt;.&lt; Fret not fellow Kuchingites as there's yet to be a Bakers Cottage in Kuching. And did you know that Shah Alam has ten billion zillion times more cats than Kuching does? And there's still a humongous rat, ah, the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went shoppping with Amy again yesterday to stock up on food. Hohoho, you should see what we bought for dinner. Our housemates were stunned and amazed when they saw it. Hahaha, I'm so not gonna mention what we ate that night. When I get back to Kuching then I'll tell you. =) Amy and I had a nice quiet evening eating our self-made, very colourful meal while watching House. Even watching House can get me quite emo-ish, sniff reminds me of the time I sat comfortably in front of my computer in my cosy, warm house. =( Ahhhhhhhh, I miss home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, Flo is the cutest girl ever. Ever! The only friend that I can expect to call me all the way from Kuching just to ask me a Maths question. Pandai, pandai betul. =P That's why I love ya girl. =) And, was so touched to have Melissa sms me all the way from Kuching to update me on L6s2 and Form6 . =') Kershia, I know you are coming over soon! Better get you arse over here fast! =) Besides, I was able to chat with Pin Wei and David online yesterday at the hidden cyber cafe. Eeks, best remedy to my emo-ish self. Played with the webcam with David lagi by showing him pictures. That was lotsa fun! Miss ya alllllllllllll! Anyone got webcam, tell me! I wanna wanna play with you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll end my post here. Noah, Amy and I are still waiting for you to get over here! =P Am still veryyyyyyyyyy homesick and still wanna go home veryyyyyyyyyy much. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s Am trying to cultivate the habit of wearing long sleeves and pants everytime I step out of my apartment. Constantly reminding myself to change to long pants and wear a jacket everytime I go out. Can't wait to go home where I can wear shorts and a t-shirt freely, anytime I want. Wait for me Kuching! *sings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s Did I mentioned that my aparment is on the 4th floor?!! I LOVE stairs *constipated face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/p/p/s I miss my family. I miss my dogs. I miss my home. I miss Tina. I miss Flo. I miss Sarah. I miss Amy (yala, live nearby I also dah miss). I miss Siew. I miss David. I miss Noah. I miss PinWei. I miss Lik. I miss Siang. I miss Jong. I miss Lenoard. Eeks, If I keep going on I must as well create a new post on whom I miss. I miss practically everyone. =( Even the filthy fat rat that constantly intrudes my privacy by sneaking into my room from the roof. Yes, that dead rat.I miss you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-9102488274768222023?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/9102488274768222023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=9102488274768222023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/9102488274768222023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/9102488274768222023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-home.html' title='I love Home'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-5788154439034850595</id><published>2008-07-04T14:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:32:02.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>Homesick</title><content type='html'>The exhilaration! My fingers feels like they are in heaven! Gosh, it seems like I haven't touched, felt,seen, smelt a computer in yearss, years baby! After countless days of being sleep and entertainment deprived, we, namely Amy, Yin Shin, Sui Ying and I have finally escaped the clutches of out INTEC seniors and managed to find a comfy, cheap cyber cafe tucked into a secluded spot and disguised as a real trashy place due to its stinky gloomy stairs. Ah, our abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been REALLY looong for me. It feels far longer than a week to me, feels like a couple of months. =S Or, to shorten it, its been hell week for me. Being sleep-deprived till I am too tired to get emo-ish and then having sudden gushes of homesickness is so not my idea of fun. During our orientation we HAD to get up at around 5 a.m. to get ourselves ready at 6.15 a.m. for the bus. 6.15 a.m. my foot. =P Then we were stuck at INTEC till 11p.m., sometimes even later depending on how fast you are able to stomp pass everyone and push your way up the bus. =) Kidding, we are VERY well-mannered. Once we get home, there's laundry to do, baths to take (which most of my apartment mates often skip due to being sleep-deprived for too long) and other stuff to get sorted out. So, yea bedtime the pass few days has been no earlier than 12 midnight. By the end of the 3 days orientation programme. we were all dead tired and most of us were falling asleep standing up. Haha, imagine that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, we had a placement test. AND I was so lucky to have my exam in a fully air-conditioned hall. Lucky what. Most of us were half-frozen by the time we managed to get out of the room. So much for air-cons. For your information I was wearing a very thick jacket some more. See, see so cold eh?? Owh shucks, talking about Thursday, I got super emo-ish. Blame blame the lack of sleep that make me oblivious to the fact that I'm stranded over here at Shah Alam for gosh-I-dunno-how-long-please-don't-tell-me. =( The sight of an add maths book actually trigger my emotions. Made me think of my mum and the fun times I had doing add maths at home. Yes, I actually enjoyed that last time. =( Arh, thank God for Amy as my stick-by-me forever friend. Thanks so much for comforting me when I cried. Gosh, yes I cried. =S Anyway, I've got some unconfirmed news that cheered me up lots. Hope that news is true enough. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awh, my time is up @ cyber now. Gotta go. Will update asap love ya guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-5788154439034850595?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/5788154439034850595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=5788154439034850595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5788154439034850595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5788154439034850595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/07/homesick.html' title='Homesick'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-1867220061051306928</id><published>2008-06-28T14:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:51:53.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>I'm Leaving =(</title><content type='html'>Its 2.28p.m. Few more hours to my 9.05p.m. flight and I'm getting butterflies in my stomach, cold feet and am in a state of frenzy. =( My packing is ALMOST done. I hope. =( Can't believe that in a few hours I'll be in a new environment, somewhere far from home. T___T Had a swell time last night with my 5s2 friends.  Watched Wanted which was really really nice. Waaaaa am gonna miss  you guys sooooo much. =( You all know how much I love you guys right? =) Arhh, well better look through my stuff again, check through one LAST time. =(  Will try my best to update my blog while I'm stuck over there. =( i miss i miss i miss. =(  Pray that I'll get a good room and housemates tomorrow. I miss _______________ (fill in your name here =D, yes I do miss you) You all back in Kuching, take care yea.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pleaseeeee tell me I didn't miss out anything =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-1867220061051306928?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/1867220061051306928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=1867220061051306928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1867220061051306928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1867220061051306928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-leaving.html' title='I&apos;m Leaving =('/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-5213919340373314119</id><published>2008-06-26T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:55:25.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>Packed, packing????</title><content type='html'>Yada yada, went for laser tag yesterday with Sarah, Steph, Siew and a couple of my bro's friends. Fun Fun Fun!! We played till Sarah's sandals decided to fall apart. =P After that, we planned to go  for a movie but due to some technical problem the cinema was closed for the afternoon. Huhuhu...our luck. Anyway went to Sugarbun to hang out and debate on whether Angelina Jolie is hot or not. Hahaha, loooooonggggggg story. I just asked them whether they wanted to watch 'Wanted" on Friday mana tau this simple question can trigger such a long and heated debate. &gt;.&lt; Sigh, only Sarah can do that. =P Obviously Sarah loathes Angelina to death 'cos she thinks Angelina stole Brad away from Jennifer. And she thinks that Angelina's lips are so not sexy and frog-like. ROFL! So unless you want to get an earful of painful yelling, better not express your love for Angelina Jolie in front of Sarah. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Siew and Gladys today at Siew's house. Tell me why why why time passes so fast when girls get together to talk???!!! Its been ages since I've been able to meet up with Gladys who has always been busy with her assignments (blame Swinburne) so of course lots to talk about especially stuff regarding her love life, hahahaha, juicy secrets MmmmM.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from shopping with my family and grandma. =D Am dead tired but am still blogging. Why why why am I so energetic when it comes to updating my blog, but when it comes to packing...sigh...anyone interested to be my personal packer???? =P My room is a messssssssss T________T Documents are strewn everywhere. Help??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, finished sorting out my documents. Why it seems like the more stuff I do the more worries I have. Why why why??!!! Now I have another whole bunch of questions and the freaking time is 11.44p.m. and Amy is asleep and I have to wait till the next day to ask her. Wuwuwuwu... I don't even know my freaking bank account number. How can how can I know I'm such a muddle. T_____T This is call pre-leaving syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter tone, tomorrow I will be going to school!!!! Meet up with my baby  Elz( otherwise known as Elstan) . My cute little so-called son. =D At night, if everything goes as plan, and thats a big IF, will be meeting up with my 5s2 friends. =) I miss I miss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I've packed.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally &gt;.&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding, I've really packed..... halfway. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or have I???!!! T___________T&lt;br /&gt;Am so paranoid. Time now is 11.49p.m. And I'm busy transferring songs into my  mp3 as if this is the MOST important thing I have to do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-5213919340373314119?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/5213919340373314119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=5213919340373314119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5213919340373314119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5213919340373314119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/06/packed-packing.html' title='Packed, packing????'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-3250626402047385258</id><published>2008-06-23T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:24:43.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>Touched</title><content type='html'>Got this from Flo today. So shweeet... *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SF-Yz5eKTmI/AAAAAAAAAsE/zhsrMtw4Fck/s1600-h/Image007ah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SF-Yz5eKTmI/AAAAAAAAAsE/zhsrMtw4Fck/s400/Image007ah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215054910886399586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much guys, gonna miss you all tons. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SF-bVpeKTqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ZomD4jN1l6s/s1600-h/Image007ah+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SF-bVpeKTqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ZomD4jN1l6s/s400/Image007ah+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215057689730240162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, a photo of my  ex-classroom from the outside. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SF-Y0ZeKToI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Ig273M8Wg-E/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SF-Y0ZeKToI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Ig273M8Wg-E/s400/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215054919476334210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walked with Amy to Spring from St Thom today. Managed to break our record as stated&lt;a href="http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-bored-girls-do.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-really-really-bored-mindless-girls.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. We reached spring in 25 minutes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought Amy to Desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SF-Y0peKTpI/AAAAAAAAAsc/o-p1XYeW-RY/s1600-h/Image000hkf+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SF-Y0peKTpI/AAAAAAAAAsc/o-p1XYeW-RY/s400/Image000hkf+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215054923771301522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-3250626402047385258?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/3250626402047385258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=3250626402047385258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3250626402047385258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/3250626402047385258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/06/touched.html' title='Touched'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SF-Yz5eKTmI/AAAAAAAAAsE/zhsrMtw4Fck/s72-c/Image007ah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-2391997223251347099</id><published>2008-06-22T22:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:54:58.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random chocolate'/><title type='text'>Tell me again.</title><content type='html'>Tell me again, what am I doing staring at my computer screen. Yes, I have been ask countless times, whether I've packed. No, I haven't. My clothes are still snugly lying in my wardrobe, my bag lies there empty. No visible signs that I'm leaving, in ____ *fill it in* days. Amy would say that I'm simply living in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forms, forms and more forms that were meant to be filled in weeks ago are still strewn  about, half-filled. Have just decided to meet up with Amy tomorrow to motivate myself to fill them up. Documents to be certified, agreements to be signed, things to be bought, left to the very last week. Yes, I'm guilty of procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I've actually been fervently doing is plan outings. Movie on Wednesday night, laser tag (Kershia dear, skip school one day, and we'll go blast each other with lasers. =D), and another yet-to-be planned outing on Friday. Anything but packing. Someone slap me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To redeem myself, I'm mentally picturing how to fit everything into my bag. Mentally calculating how much my bag is going to weigh, and, my, the numbers don't look too good. Have I redeemed myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have just finished chatting with David. He was just telling me about Canis Sapiens. Yep those that are found in *cough* school. Canis Sapiens and a poor nail cutter and a paranoid Head of All Canis Sapiens. Owh, Dav, gonna miss you lots, remember *cough* u suck *winks*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am chatting with Crystal. Hope to be able to meet with her some time soon. Been ages since I've met her. Sigh, reminds me of the good 'ol times we had debating together and swiveling around in those swingy office-like chairs. *grins*  She's still pretty busy sorting out her stuff though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, Jing just said that she hates INTEC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, she explained that is because there's no Kuching friends over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll shall redeem myself again by  mentally omitting stuff from my luggage bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-2391997223251347099?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/2391997223251347099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=2391997223251347099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/2391997223251347099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/2391997223251347099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/06/tell-me-again.html' title='Tell me again.'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-8988786161356958818</id><published>2008-06-20T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:00:53.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>Goodbye L6s2.</title><content type='html'>Finally decided to officially stop going to school and spend my final week in Kuching as a self- declared holiday. The mere thought of leaving drives me crazy, my stuff are yet to be stuffed and squeezed into luggage bags and yes, I hate valedictions. Hence, the self-declared holiday is to get everything sorted out and spend time with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, within four weeks in St Thomas I managed to obtain 5 demerits, almost got myself another 20-50 demerits, experienced a St Thomas spot check, learned how to write an atom's electronic configuration using s,p,d and f, did food tests, colored a couple of graphs, wrote 2 PA essays, learned complex numbers and polynomials, made a whole new bunch of s2 friends, and found my long-lost twin, HAHAHA, St Thom life sounds darn interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 demerits were caused by my correction pen. My loyal loyal correction pen that stuck with me through thick and thin since form5 has been confiscated. *sniff* Since then my Maths book has been in a mess ( as if I was even tidy , hahaha) filled with cancellations and scribbles. The almost-obtain-demerits were due to my rounded-tip scissors. Brought my scissors to school for the first few weeks till I overheard a prefect warning a classmate that scissors are forbidden in this school. Under title ' Kesalahan Berat' , subtitle "Alat senjata yang merbahaya" is scissors. Scissors including those rounded-tip ones that were allowed in KHS. Jeez, I suddenly feel so so dangerous. Just realized that I have been carrying a deadly weapon around since my secondary school years. The absurdness of the school rules just doesn't stop there. When we had our first ever spot check ( which took forrrrrrrreverrrrr ), a lot of interesting 'stash' were confiscated. Even permanent markers are not allowed to be brought to school.  Sooner or later they must as well forbid the students to bring all sorts of stationery to school.  A little improvisation and  'em stationery can be  potential weapons and tools for vandalism.  *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, now bout my so-called long lost twin. A number of people have commented that Miyeko and I look quite alike. Met another ex- Marian  that look very much like Florence from the side. &gt;.&lt;' Highians have long lost twins in St Mary eh? Haha, there's class tomorrow. Wonder who's gonna be the new class monitor. =) Wonder how's the bio quiz gonna be. =) I'll keep wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-8988786161356958818?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/8988786161356958818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=8988786161356958818' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8988786161356958818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8988786161356958818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-decided-to-officially-stop.html' title='Goodbye L6s2.'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-684609537990411401</id><published>2008-06-14T11:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:24:45.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate and friends'/><title type='text'>Amy, read this.</title><content type='html'>How shall I start? This week has been really eventful considering the amount of information thrust upon us by our teachers. * Pats poor brain tenderly* Anyway, got Amy out of her house by ordering her to meet us after school regardless of the fact that she was down with flu. We rewarded her by conveniently ignoring her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By doing this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM6sgrBIJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6Sihc7QaAsc/s1600-h/DSC01777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM6sgrBIJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6Sihc7QaAsc/s400/DSC01777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211573730156814482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM5_QrBIFI/AAAAAAAAArc/B3meDb9K1YA/s1600-h/DSC01789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM5_QrBIFI/AAAAAAAAArc/B3meDb9K1YA/s400/DSC01789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211572952767733842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, on second thought, someone did some seriously good editing of the photos making me look like I was ACTUALLY concentrating on doing maths. Which I'm not. Seriously not. Been yelling at Flo the whole afternoon to help her realize the obvious difference between fantasy and reality. Endeavor failed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy, it ain't reality right? PLEASEEE don't tell me my efforts of convincing you are in vain. Mutual understanding, girl, it's mutual understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM5_grBIGI/AAAAAAAAArk/4tJ6RVSYci8/s1600-h/DSC01782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM5_grBIGI/AAAAAAAAArk/4tJ6RVSYci8/s400/DSC01782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211572957062701154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, see, the so-called-innocent Flo driving me crazy with her annoying 'Little' chant and 'Sitting on the tree' chant. *cringes* My poor, poor sanity. No thanks to &lt;a href="http://randomholic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ichristizz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tina&lt;/a&gt; who urged her on. Oh, the atrocity of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt to save myself from going insane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM5_wrBIHI/AAAAAAAAArs/IkzNHoR7Vl8/s1600-h/DSC01781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM5_wrBIHI/AAAAAAAAArs/IkzNHoR7Vl8/s400/DSC01781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211572961357668466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Due to the enormity of the situation, I find my attempt to save my sanity appropriate. Smothering Florence before she drives me insane IS appropriate. The only regret is that I failed to do so. The next morning, during class, she chanted it in my face all over again. My ears are still ringing with her peeving chant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM6AArBIII/AAAAAAAAAr0/dxAyc1yXIow/s1600-h/DSC01792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM6AArBIII/AAAAAAAAAr0/dxAyc1yXIow/s400/DSC01792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211572965652635778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is evilness, evilness, and half evilness. * sniff*&lt;br /&gt;Love ya girls though....... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-684609537990411401?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/684609537990411401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=684609537990411401' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/684609537990411401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/684609537990411401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-shall-i-start-this-week-has-been.html' title='Amy, read this.'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM6sgrBIJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6Sihc7QaAsc/s72-c/DSC01777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-8476658900483415321</id><published>2008-06-14T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:24:47.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-chocoholic'/><title type='text'>Trust me.They are edible.</title><content type='html'>Visuals as  I promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncooked :&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM02wrBIAI/AAAAAAAAAq0/OySJxC0xKN0/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM02wrBIAI/AAAAAAAAAq0/OySJxC0xKN0/s400/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211567309180706818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM03ArBIBI/AAAAAAAAAq8/FGidpMLY42o/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM03ArBIBI/AAAAAAAAAq8/FGidpMLY42o/s400/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211567313475674130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the cue for you to puke. Go on, puke. Puke! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cousin and his endeavor to dress like a Malay. He's not edible though.&lt;br /&gt;Attempt 1 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM03QrBICI/AAAAAAAAArE/mRp_OS3NSGA/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM03QrBICI/AAAAAAAAArE/mRp_OS3NSGA/s400/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211567317770641442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Attempt 2 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM05ArBIDI/AAAAAAAAArM/haLUy3VuK9A/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM05ArBIDI/AAAAAAAAArM/haLUy3VuK9A/s400/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211567347835412530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Attempt 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM05grBIEI/AAAAAAAAArU/A5klmrnVEBI/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM05grBIEI/AAAAAAAAArU/A5klmrnVEBI/s400/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211567356425347138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously, he's tried too hard till he has made himself confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-8476658900483415321?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/8476658900483415321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=8476658900483415321' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8476658900483415321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8476658900483415321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/06/trust-methey-are-edible.html' title='Trust me.They are edible.'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SFM02wrBIAI/AAAAAAAAAq0/OySJxC0xKN0/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-4822913451684390345</id><published>2008-06-03T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:31:58.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>Mukah- Elaborated and Updated</title><content type='html'>Okay, been over here in this what-ya-call-it (Small fishing village/town? )for bout four days. Am practically dyinggggggg of boredom.  And to save myself from a torturous death I have to continuously bury myself in humongous books and do never-ending maths calculations (test me . test me. test me about sequences and series. wtc.)See, see, I'm the epitome of nerdiness.   Now you can fathom how I'm struggling to survive (man, I'm so damn good at exaggerating.) And the continuous CSI series I've mention beforehand, are merely REPEATS??!! Most of them have been shown before on NTV7. Sheez, there goes my entertainment. But anywhere, just found out that countless episodes of Numb3rs are being shown. That show makes me loves maths even more. Haha, imagine being able to solve crimes using maths, damn cool right? Did I tell you I have once thought of being a Mathematician? *smiles sheepishly* Yup, I daydream tons. Oh and about the eating worms thingy, there's no pun intended. Visuals will be uploaded once I'm able to. =) Make sure you'll have the stomach for it. I suddenly like a fear factor contestant. =P Joking. And and and few nights before, a blackout occurred . Guess where I was when  the lights went out. Come on. Guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, my mum is currently obsessed with getting me baju kurungs due to the fact that INTEC requires students to wear baju kurungs on Mondays and Fridays. Sniff, yes, I'm going to INTEC. Snifffss, yes I'm leaving Kuching. But, on the bright side, helllloooo kl friends, here I come. *lame attempt at being optimistic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my bro has started to become, um, childish again. Recently, he saw this battery powered cars (that were popular back when he was a kid) retailing for a rather low price. That some how triggered so-called-fond-memories and he started buying them and am currently obsessed with fixing them up. And he's pulled our cousins in his fantasy kid-like world. Haha. My cousin is also randomly throwing me riddles. In Chinese what. CHINESE???!!! Great, I feel so proud of myself. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-4822913451684390345?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/4822913451684390345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=4822913451684390345' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/4822913451684390345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/4822913451684390345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/06/mukah.html' title='Mukah- Elaborated and Updated'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-7362553675385773632</id><published>2008-05-29T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:53:34.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random chocolate'/><title type='text'>Ticket Booked</title><content type='html'>Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;28 June.....&lt;br /&gt;9++ p.m..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post ended 'cos feeling too emo liaw. HAHAHA some one stop me........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-7362553675385773632?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/7362553675385773632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=7362553675385773632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/7362553675385773632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/7362553675385773632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/05/ticket-booked.html' title='Ticket Booked'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-1948609158441186956</id><published>2008-05-29T11:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:24:47.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate and friends'/><title type='text'>Florence's  Ang Moh Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>Not  one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SD461R1LJ6I/AAAAAAAAAqM/C0WCoyCLAWg/s1600-h/ihr+%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SD461R1LJ6I/AAAAAAAAAqM/C0WCoyCLAWg/s400/ihr+%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205662906280781730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But two!! &gt;.&lt;' Lucky girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SD461h1LJ7I/AAAAAAAAAqU/P6MiAk6mXZc/s1600-h/ihr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SD461h1LJ7I/AAAAAAAAAqU/P6MiAk6mXZc/s400/ihr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205662910575749042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding...Those guys were part of a Christian band that performed here on Monday. If I'm not wrong their band is called Synergy?? ( Noah, correct or not? =P) cos they were selling Synergy albums, so putting two and two together their band should be Synergy...right???! Haha..symptoms  of blurriness.  Pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SD462B1LJ8I/AAAAAAAAAqc/X0Hy9QfPFfM/s1600-h/ihr+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SD462B1LJ8I/AAAAAAAAAqc/X0Hy9QfPFfM/s400/ihr+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205662919165683650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, unless I am seriously wrong, this should be&lt;s&gt; Synergy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;  . On second thought, I think I should leave out their band name and just refer to them as The Christian Band that performed in Kuching. Anyway, its better to be approximately right than precisely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually a Chad Blondel 's concert ( Did I get the name right? ), the above band was there to do the opening, I presume. Pardon me again, pretty blur about the Christian music scene. Went to a Planetshakers concert before but have no memory whatsoever about how they look like, how many band members, etc etc. &gt;.&lt;  At least I know they make pretty great music! =D Eh eh, if got Planetshakers ( or any of this sorta concert) this year I want to go, remember to tell me, you-who-informed-me-about-Chad's-concert-only about 6 hours before it started.&lt;br /&gt;Crew some more+ known you for so long  = inform me so late. T________T&lt;br /&gt;Kidding lar. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, didn't manage to take a photo of Chad due to the fact that the music was pretty loud and by the time he started performing I was already partially deaf and had to step out of the concert hall numerous times to nurse my ringing eardrums. Yeouch, have no idea how 'em crew managed to endure the deafening music for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me have the pleasure to introduce to you Zorro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SD462R1LJ-I/AAAAAAAAAqs/WEkXJEwGmx8/s1600-h/ihr+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SD462R1LJ-I/AAAAAAAAAqs/WEkXJEwGmx8/s400/ihr+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205662923460650978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute or not? My aunt says it's eyes looks like Zorro, hence the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s Many thanks to Florence and Steph for the concert ticket. And many thanks to those that have given me lotsa advice. Buuuuutttttttttt am still confused. T_______T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-1948609158441186956?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/1948609158441186956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=1948609158441186956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1948609158441186956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/1948609158441186956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/05/florences-ang-moh-boyfriend.html' title='Florence&apos;s  Ang Moh Boyfriend'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SD461R1LJ6I/AAAAAAAAAqM/C0WCoyCLAWg/s72-c/ihr+%2810%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-5284963426357829759</id><published>2008-05-27T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:38:14.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random chocolate'/><title type='text'>What  say you?</title><content type='html'>A levels at INTEC, twinning at IMU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orrrrrrrr..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me need helpy. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-5284963426357829759?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/5284963426357829759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=5284963426357829759' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5284963426357829759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5284963426357829759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-say-you.html' title='What  say you?'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-7542481735670374084</id><published>2008-05-24T22:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:11:53.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>Form 6</title><content type='html'>Heyaaa, am back to keep this blog alive and kicking! Its been 2 weeks since I've entered Form 6 and am currently enjoying myself. =) At least now I'm not rotting away and my brain has currently started to function appropriately though not as efficiently as usual. Patience, dear, patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About form 6? It is actually kinda, um, fun! Amidst all the hassle and being smothered by never-ending homework and humongous text books, I actually find Form 6 an interesting experience. I know I sound so weird, ah whatever, I'll regret my words in months to come, I suppose. Form 6 is way different from Form 5 where I tend to daydream/nod away/bury myself in a story book during certain lessons. Oh, did I just disclosed what I was actually doing in class most of the time?  In form 6, each and every period is educational (Form 5 different hor..) and I get to learn lots of new stuff.  Plus the teachers are really experienced and friendly, so being taught by them is a pleasurable experience. And, I think its the very first time in many many uncountable years that I've been actually listening and paying attention for one whole day straight. On second thought it might be because I'm sitting in an extremely prime spot - just in front of the teacher's desk where daydreaming will not be that convenient. =P Got that spot 'cos Flo and I came in class late on the first day and those two desks will kinda the only ones left. But anyway, sitting in front also has its advantages. The teachers seem to conveniently ignore us when asking questions. =) By the way, did I mention that Mr Eng's sister is teaching us Chemistry? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class is pretty small and it has a seemingly non functioning air-conditioner. But considering the number of people in our class that will be actually continuing form 6 ( approx not more than 20),  it'll be less congested in a few months time. Some of the rules in St Thom are pretty absurd. And prefects are stationed at every single gate in the school to check our nails, pockets etc. etc. Whoosh~ and you should see the number of gates in the school. Haha. go to class pass one gate. Check. Go to canteen pass another gate. Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about this school is the fact that mirrors are practically plastered everywhere. Go up one flight of stairs. Mirror. Go up another flight. Mirror. Turn a corner. Mirror. Turn another corner. Mirror. Go down another flight of stairs. Mirror. I still remember that Kuching High had this rule once that forbid students from bringing mirrors to school, how different considering that St Thomas actually provides uncountable mirrors. Anyway, guys/ girls / I'm unsure which word is suitable can be found in front of the mirrors tidying their hair in a very femininely way. Hence, Flo proudly declares that she is much tougher than most of the guys/girls/ girl-like-guy in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and while I was typing this post, my bro turn on the TV and all I see is the Survivor: China finale credits rolling on screen. Ish~ why does my timing seem to be annoyingly good at certain times? Who won? Who was the final 2? Obviously I'm not a very devoted follower of Survivor. I'm the kind that watches one random episode, root for the person I like to stay, pinpoint the person that is the most bitchy/ruthless and hopes that he/she leaves, skip a few more episodes, watch another random episode and if the person I rooted for to stay is still there I'll just continue  supporting him/her, if not I'll find another fav. =D Random fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-7542481735670374084?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/7542481735670374084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=7542481735670374084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/7542481735670374084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/7542481735670374084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/05/form-6.html' title='Form 6'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-4858789821334421092</id><published>2008-05-18T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:58:06.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random chocolate'/><title type='text'>Calling All KHS 5s2'07 People</title><content type='html'>Yooooohooo, if somehow you've been left in the dark and know absolutely nothing about the 5s2 website, please please do go visit it here :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://5s2khs07.ucoz.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://5s2khs07.ucoz.com/blog/  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've kindly inform you about it. You're obligated to visit the website. =D And all those 5s2 '07 bloggers, do please blog there ( occasionally will be suffice ). Thank you. And if I'm not wrong, Ricky is the creator. Correct me if my assumptions are incorrect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-4858789821334421092?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/4858789821334421092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=4858789821334421092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/4858789821334421092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/4858789821334421092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/05/calling-all-khs-5s207-people.html' title='Calling All KHS 5s2&apos;07 People'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-350554834260557779</id><published>2008-05-14T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:06:13.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a chocoholic'/><title type='text'>Disappeared into Nothingness</title><content type='html'>Sorry 'cos I haven't been updating much recently because am currently in Form 6. * takes deep breath*  St Thomas is like a huge never-ending labyrinth *grimaces*, but worry not 'cos I'm slowly adjusting to it. Anyway, the first minute I set foot into the school, a wave of nostalgia swept over me. Everything seem so hostile and unfamiliar, and I deeply longed for the familiarity and warmness of Kuching High. Furthermore, my brain is still going through the transition from holiday mode to study mode, I tell you, it ain't easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day we were made to sit in a circle and introduce ourselves to random people sitting in the certain random circle. After that we were forced to listen to random people drone on about random facts that my napping brain can only recall it as a muddle of mumble jumble. SorryzZ..brain is currently stuck halfway between holiday state and school state. Anyway, I think my brain's state is far from improving 'cos I can only remember the 2nd day as another huge muddle of random chatter and that we were made to sweep the chemistry lab. Clever administration. Oh yeah, can anyone tell me why are we not allowed to pluck our eyebrows? &gt;.&lt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today? All new form6 students were forced laborers. Barely just the 3rd day in school and we were assigned to help clean and beautify the school. School administration is darn clever in getting free laborers.Ingenious. For some unknown reason we had to carry soil to pour on plants which were looking extremely healthy. And hooray, 3rd day of school and I've managed to get my shoes all soiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm proud to say that I'm in L6s2. Once a Science 2 student, always a Science 2 student. =D Starting classes tomorrow and oh, a sudden thought struck me, I'm supposed to be in study mode and I'm here blogging??? *slaps self on head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-350554834260557779?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/350554834260557779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=350554834260557779' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/350554834260557779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/350554834260557779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/05/disappeared-into-nothingness.html' title='Disappeared into Nothingness'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-6000866342683954286</id><published>2008-05-09T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:57:42.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Love Calculator</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Try it out if you dare.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secret-loves.com/index.php?test=1362141"&gt;http://www.secret-loves.com/index.php?test=1362141&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s Good sense of humour needed. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-6000866342683954286?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/6000866342683954286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=6000866342683954286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/6000866342683954286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/6000866342683954286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/05/secret-love-calculator.html' title='Secret Love Calculator'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-8292008710882910692</id><published>2008-05-09T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:10:18.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate and media'/><title type='text'>I heart chick flicks</title><content type='html'>Why? Because they are light, humorous  and  can cheer you up when you're down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/sydney-white-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/sydney-white-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a soft spot for chick flicks with warm, fuzzy happy endings. Watch this. =D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I am gonna have chick flicks / chick lit overdose. Haha. Can't help it. Just love being happy.&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo did I mention that most chick flicks have cute guys in it????!!! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-8292008710882910692?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/8292008710882910692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=8292008710882910692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8292008710882910692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8292008710882910692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-heart-chick-flicks.html' title='I heart chick flicks'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-5377509589332431910</id><published>2008-05-08T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:49:10.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Just updating</title><content type='html'>Fany leaving for Labuan tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Lesley leaving for TARC tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Cheng going to TARC too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like everyone is leaving.&lt;br /&gt;If you could see me, I'll give you an emo face and drone on about how I'm gonna miss them like hell.&lt;br /&gt;*sniff* And I don't even think I'll have a chance to send them off. Heck, didn't even get a chance to send Li off.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll end this post here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-5377509589332431910?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/5377509589332431910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=5377509589332431910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5377509589332431910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/5377509589332431910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-updating.html' title='Just updating'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-8819872796553095634</id><published>2008-05-08T12:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:21:36.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate and media'/><title type='text'>Cliché Movies</title><content type='html'>Pardon my sudden infatuation with blogging about movies. Must have something to do with my pre-Form 6 state. You know, when your survival instincts kick in and you try to make full use of your last few days of freedom and bliss by stuffing yourself to the brim with movies. Survival instincts. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cliché movie No.1 that I've watched: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Game Plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aolcdn.com/moviefeatures/the-game-plan-poster-425"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.aolcdn.com/moviefeatures/the-game-plan-poster-425" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn that it is cliché because the movie is too darn sweet to let it pass. Well, if you have had a sufficient dose of Disney movies you'll  be able to guess how the ending will turn out to be without the need of torturing your precious brain. It starts off with the introduction of Joe Kingman, a self-absorbed narcissist and egotistic top Boston Rebels Football star. Out of the blue, a little girl, Payton Kelly, turns up at his doorstep claiming that she is his biological daughter from a previous marriage. After accepting the fact that Payton is actually his own daughter, Joe takes up the responsibility of a father. Its so sweet seeing Joe's paternal ( or maybe maternal will be appropriate) instincts start to kick in and a strong father-daughter bond beginning to form between him and Payton. Sniff, this movie is really so sweeett....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a bedazzling kit. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliché movie No.2 : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.ugo.com/images/uploads/ironman_teaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://blog.ugo.com/images/uploads/ironman_teaser.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just watched this last night. Typical superhero movie from Marvel Comics. But never less an entertaining watch. It's about Tony Stark who runs a weapons business. On an unfortunate business trip in the Middle East, Tony was kidnapped by a group of terrorists who forced him to built them a Jericho Missile. Instead he built a suit that will enable him to fight his way out of the terrorist encampment. This incident had quite an impact on him as he personally saw his own creations used to cause much pain and suffering. When he gets back safe and sound, he has a change of heart and refuses to built anymore weapons. Hence, the promiscuous, wealthy businessman somewhat changes into a humanitarian. He then spends most of his time working on his Iron Man suit, determined to used it for a better cause-destroying the weapons he created. And well, much said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning, saw an Innit post about post-footage of Iron Man. Audrey,Siaw Wee,Francis, Siew,Lesley,Noah,CJK,BKY,BHY, you've missed the part after the credits!!! Haha, where Samuel L. Jackson appears informing Tony that he isn't the only superhero in the world. HOHOHO, who ask the cinemas to hit the light switch when the credits start rolling. Sigh~ so much for cinemas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Noah since you said you DO read my blog. So ah, MUST personally thank you again for um, driving me around.  I'm so grateful for benign older brothers like you. =P Here's to you suffering another 3 agonizing minutes of Mariah Carey's singing. I salute you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE! Back to Moonlight episode 14. Hohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-8819872796553095634?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/8819872796553095634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=8819872796553095634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8819872796553095634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/8819872796553095634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/05/clich-movies.html' title='Cliché Movies'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-6088623160562586719</id><published>2008-05-07T15:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:53:45.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate and media'/><title type='text'>The Kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/k/images/kingdom-poster-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/k/images/kingdom-poster-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just finished watching this. Two thumbs up for it. =D Since I'm feeling real lazy to write about it, I'll just copy the synopsis from the internet :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;When a terrorist bomb detonates inside a Western housing compound in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, an international incident is ignited. While diplomats slowly debate equations of territorialism, FBI Special Agent Ronald Fleury quickly assembles an elite team and negotiates a secret five-day trip into Saudi Arabia to locate the madman behind the bombing. Upon landing in the desert kingdom, however, Fleury and his team discover Saudi authorities suspicious and unwelcoming of American interlopers into what they consider a local matter. Hamstrung by protocol-and with the clock ticking on their five days-the FBI agents find their expertise worthless without the trust of their Saudi counterparts, who want to locate the terrorist in their homeland on their own terms. Fleury's crew finds a like-minded partner in Saudi Colonel Al-Ghazi, who helps them navigate royal politics and unlock the secrets of the crime scene and the workings of an extremist cell bent on further destruction. With these unlikely allies sharing a propulsive commitment to crack the case, the team is led to the killer's front door in a blistering do-or-die confrontation. Now in a fight for their own lives, strangers united by one mission won't stop until justice is found in The Kingdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is a giant thrill ride. What differentiates it from the normal Saudi terrorists VS American FBIs movies is the fact that this movie is not biased and portrays both sides equally and neutrally. This movie does not give the common impression that Saudis are bad and the Americans are good like other movies of its kind normally do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the movie is where the observant Colonel Al-Ghazi spotted the notorious terrorist "head" Abu Hamza when he and the FBI team unknowingly stumbled upon his clan.  Abu Hamza has been hunted down  for years  and even referred to as a ghost by some due to the fact that he is good at covering up his tracks. Just after Colonel Al-Ghazi pointed him out, he was shot to death by Abu Hamza's grandson. T_T I know this is such a spoiler. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea most common scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; *gun shots*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;*bombs exploding*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*some more screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*orders and profanities flowing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*more bombs detonating*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wailing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*torpedoes sailing everywhere*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;*terrorist with bomb*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*terrorist says ' &lt;span class="searchmatch"&gt;Allah&lt;/span&gt;u Akbar'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* deafening "Bang"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*some more blood curling screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending Quote : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We are going to kill them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a sadist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-6088623160562586719?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/6088623160562586719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=6088623160562586719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/6088623160562586719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/6088623160562586719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/05/kingdom.html' title='The Kingdom'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-4122094000190526085</id><published>2008-05-05T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:24:47.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-chocoholic'/><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>After pricking myself a couple of times and scratching my left thumbnail frequently..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB8X-xl-GNI/AAAAAAAAAqE/wsRruFOUTg4/s1600-h/Image00ak7+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB8X-xl-GNI/AAAAAAAAAqE/wsRruFOUTg4/s400/Image00ak7+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196898862240766162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally completed my masterpiece. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-4122094000190526085?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/4122094000190526085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=4122094000190526085' title='3 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-189989256328804191</id><published>2008-05-04T15:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:24:47.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random chocolate'/><title type='text'>Random chatter</title><content type='html'>Well, &lt;a href="http://www.malaysiandreamgirl.com.my/"&gt;Malaysian Dreamgirl&lt;/a&gt; has finally come to an end. A very disappointing finale actually. How can Cindy win arh? Really wanted Hanis to win as she was the most promising and the most deserving of the three ( top three). Totally agree with what Alison said about Cindy being her family's dreamgirl rather than Malaysian Dreamgirl. Her filthy rich family is probably the reason why she even won this contest. &gt;.&lt; Damn unfair, I hope that the voting system will change for the upcoming season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I've no idea how Adeline was able to make it this far. Since the very beginning, she exudes this vibe that I just can't bear with. I'll get peevish every single time she talks. Quote her : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually...bla bla bla..actualli..bla bla..actually.bla.. actuali..  &lt;/span&gt;Tell me, how not to get annoyed when she talks??!! But when Hanis keeps saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam..macam... &lt;/span&gt;I don't mind, 'cos she's so sweeett! Haha, I'm so biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If given a choice, I think the top 3 ( out of the top6) should be Hanis, Jay and Nadia/ Ringo. Nadia 'cos she's been fighting hard to get this. Literally fighting. &lt;a href="http://cheeserland.com/"&gt;Ringo&lt;/a&gt; 'cos..I LOVE HER BLOG..and her dog, aiyak, I admit I'm so damn biased. &gt;.&lt;.  Jay because she's really professional in the modeling world,takes really good pictures ( with the exception of one) and performs extremely well on the runway. Hanis 'cos she's improved lots since the start and has this sweet,demure look that will look perfect on magazine covers. But, anyway its all over already. So, congrats to Cindy for winning the title then.....All the best to Hanis though.... =)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough bout Malaysian Dreamgirl ( or some might fondly know it as Malaysian Dramagirl =P). My sis is back here in Kuching for her electives. Hence, my house, um, my room to be exact, looks as if a whirlwind has just passed through it ( OMC, I'm getting darn good at this exaggeration thingy.) Now, my room is so packed with products-hair products, makeup remover, makeup, face products...you name it, my room has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1x8Rl-GKI/AAAAAAAAAps/7nvRB3k0XzE/s1600-h/Image00vdfg0+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1x8Rl-GKI/AAAAAAAAAps/7nvRB3k0XzE/s400/Image00vdfg0+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196434825384171682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Products.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1x8xl-GLI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dqiT7cvqlZw/s1600-h/Image00vdfg0+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1x8xl-GLI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dqiT7cvqlZw/s400/Image00vdfg0+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196434833974106290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some more products.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1x9Bl-GMI/AAAAAAAAAp8/tIdZsRmvcnY/s1600-h/Image00vdfg0+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1x9Bl-GMI/AAAAAAAAAp8/tIdZsRmvcnY/s400/Image00vdfg0+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196434838269073602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some more...........&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I somehow knock down one of her expensive products it ain't really my fault, right? On the bright side, according to Mum, we can use those, um, stuff for free.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its still great to have my sis back. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even though she leaves things lying about...and is somehow immune to her alarm clock..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-189989256328804191?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/189989256328804191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=189989256328804191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/189989256328804191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/189989256328804191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-chatter.html' title='Random chatter'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1x8Rl-GKI/AAAAAAAAAps/7nvRB3k0XzE/s72-c/Image00vdfg0+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490828783846916990.post-2773196794349758662</id><published>2008-05-04T14:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:24:48.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate and friends'/><title type='text'>Its been a while</title><content type='html'>Finally had the privilege to meet up with my primary school friend &lt;a href="http://www.esmoo-over.blogspot.com/"&gt;Esme&lt;/a&gt;. Haven't seen her for quite a while. Okay, you've got me there, I haven't seen her for two years. &gt;.&lt;' Well, Esme is one of those primary school pals that I still managed to keep in touch with after all these years. And I have to say, Esme has turned into a well-bred Theresian. =P She's inherited quite a few Theresian traits- loud,cheerful and lively, That's why Theresians are usually fun to hang out with. The St Theresa girls I've known are always entertaining and its like being in a bubble of joy just being around them. So Esme, that's a compliment from me. =)     &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1c5xl-GEI/AAAAAAAAAo8/MC_hoDsFDW4/s1600-h/haher+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1c5xl-GEI/AAAAAAAAAo8/MC_hoDsFDW4/s400/haher+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196411692690315330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esme darling and I. Ah Cheng at the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We chilled out at Bing with Lesley, Ah Cheng, Aaron and Pin Wei. Tiffany joined us later on as she had to attend her sis's engagement party. Cheng kept going on about how he was not going to TARC to study anymore as he was going to the states. =.=' Lesley and I really were unsure whether to believe him or not since he had on one-of-those faces. Ah, you know the kind when he's trying real hard to feign sincerity, leaving you really torn between believing what he says and brushing his words off as if it is crap. Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1c6Bl-GGI/AAAAAAAAApM/aus9pEPPEHU/s1600-h/haher+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1c6Bl-GGI/AAAAAAAAApM/aus9pEPPEHU/s400/haher+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196411696985282658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pin Wei -One of those friends that I've known for  most of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And Pin Wei, well he's supposed to go Form 6. Note the use of the word 'supposed'. Can't possibly imagine him in Form 6, some more in St Thomas. Those that had or are still studying in St Thomas will get what I mean. His hair will be the thing that will get him sent home the first minute he steps into that school. Tsk, so much for rules. And on second thought, rules are meant to be broken, so all the best in defying the school rules eh? *salutes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1gTxl-GII/AAAAAAAAApc/rND9VF9Vm0g/s1600-h/haher+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1gTxl-GII/AAAAAAAAApc/rND9VF9Vm0g/s400/haher+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196415437901797506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esme and Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After we had enough of Bing, we headed over to some place called After Three. I don't know what the name After Three has to do with the shop other than the fact that they do not serve anything that is edible after eleven and they serve horrible wheat grass juice ( according to Lesley).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to my house, we encounter some sort of um,difficulty due to the fact that  some dogs, were um, doing something in the middle of the road that led to my house. The temporarily joined dogs were standing in the way of me and my house. Dang, I seriously dunno who should be more pissed. Me because I couldn't reach home or them because we intruded on their er, intimate moment. =______= Nah, explicit photo for your viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1c6Bl-GHI/AAAAAAAAApU/qwCWPMf032A/s1600-h/haher+%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1c6Bl-GHI/AAAAAAAAApU/qwCWPMf032A/s400/haher+%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196411696985282674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The mating game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But of course, why did they have to do it right in the middle of the road???!!! Anyway, some skillful maneuvering by Lesley got me to my house. Thankyiewverymuchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this post, I will like to wish my "gan" bro a very happy birthday. ( I know, I'm a day late, couldn't get to blog yesterday. =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here goes..to the bro that has set a very good example for me by:&lt;br /&gt;1) Constantly sleeping in class,&lt;br /&gt;2) Sneaking your hand phone into school,&lt;br /&gt;3) Text messaging while the teacher is droning on about some random fact that might be useful in the exam and&lt;br /&gt;4) By doing a live demonstration on how to french kiss by using your hands ( in class also =.=')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Very Happy 81st Birthday. Eh, sorry did I type wrong again? I meant 18th. =D I'll never forget that you're able to drive because the image of your driver's license is permanently engraved in my mind. Thanks to the fact that you kept flashing it in my face the day you obtained it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1mIhl-GJI/AAAAAAAAApk/WMq2Nlp5FzU/s1600-h/IMG_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1mIhl-GJI/AAAAAAAAApk/WMq2Nlp5FzU/s400/IMG_0732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196421841698035858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First time see guys so darn cute one hor..Birthday boy is the one on the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for constantly polluting my thoughts and teaching my skills that I don't think I'll be needing for quite some time. =P&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious tone, its really great to have known you. Having you sit behind me in class is like having live entertainment non-stop everyday. Really miss the good 'ol times in 5s2. And you make a real good older bro. 'nuff said. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5490828783846916990-2773196794349758662?l=kerenwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/feeds/2773196794349758662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5490828783846916990&amp;postID=2773196794349758662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/2773196794349758662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5490828783846916990/posts/default/2773196794349758662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerenwee.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while'/><author><name>Chocoholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07390783785132331897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SSpIJnhQpzI/AAAAAAAABMc/FAfVc10fLHw/S220/IMG_1616.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRVai4qNbKQ/SB1c5xl-GEI/AAAAAAAAAo8/MC_hoDsFDW4/s72-c/haher+%284%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
