<?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-3651362535662319355</id><updated>2012-01-31T00:56:08.967+08:00</updated><category term='On Movies'/><category term='Emo-ing'/><category term='My Travels'/><category term='On Beauty ~ Nails'/><category term='Shopaholic Moi'/><category term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><category term='The secret thoughts of the fashion diva in Me...'/><category term='On Makeup ~ Mascara'/><category term='Drama of the Week'/><category term='GinQin Boutique'/><category term='Life as it is...'/><category term='Shoots'/><category term='I HATE/ CANNOT STAND/ WANNA KILL... [WARNING-Total b****ing session ahead. 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Maid-of-Honor??</title><content type='html'>So, my bestie of 23 years just got engaged, and I was given the honor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[no pun intended]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be the &lt;strong&gt;'Maid-of-Honor&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've never played an active role in organizing a wedding before, I don't know head or tail on where to start helping my friend plan her wedding. As I go along this journey down the aisle beside her, I'm sure it'll be a hilarious, stressful, challenging and emotional learning adventure. So, I've decided to create a &lt;a href="http://maidofhonordiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[I've listed it at the side of this blog,&amp;nbsp;in my daily reads category]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to document the entire process, a diary dedicated to this most important event of my bestie's life. Hopefully, when the entire fiasco is over, we'll be able to read the entries and smile and reminisce on the good and bad times we shared for the following 1 and a half years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-1038524216020166760?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1038524216020166760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1038524216020166760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1038524216020166760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1038524216020166760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2011/06/me-maid-of-honor.html' title='Me? Maid-of-Honor??'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-3713204076405415085</id><published>2011-06-21T03:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T03:21:07.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>For the past 6 months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I've not been updating this blog for, like, a gazillion years. Been really busy with work. So here's a quick pic-filled update on the happenings for the past 6 months:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1) Koh Samui&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Koh Samui in last November. Stayed at the Kirikayan Resort's penthouse ~ a super large suite with a living room, dining area, kitchen, bedroom and an upper level with sun chairs and a private jacuzzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmAe3-rH0iQ/Tf9-7oh0NLI/AAAAAAAAC6g/zFmMfySrsWo/s1600/hotel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmAe3-rH0iQ/Tf9-7oh0NLI/AAAAAAAAC6g/zFmMfySrsWo/s400/hotel.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Explored Samui in a rented car and enjoyed some really delicious thai seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgKk3n7VORA/Tf9_GDyLq1I/AAAAAAAAC6k/b2Znz399Jhw/s1600/samui.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgKk3n7VORA/Tf9_GDyLq1I/AAAAAAAAC6k/b2Znz399Jhw/s320/samui.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) KK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a trip to KK in December for a friend's wedding. Had a great time with a group of friends. We had&amp;nbsp;massages, good seafood and went to&amp;nbsp;one of the&amp;nbsp;islands to laze at the beach and soak up some rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qPNtNsQOEI/Tf9_OGkm-tI/AAAAAAAAC6o/Htq3AALW4B8/s1600/KK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qPNtNsQOEI/Tf9_OGkm-tI/AAAAAAAAC6o/Htq3AALW4B8/s320/KK.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Our 4th Anniversary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated our 4th anniversary with dinner at Il Lido. It was one of the best dinners I've ever had. The wine was so good, we finished the entire bottle between the 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Pgzgf7fV98/Tf9_U2hYpRI/AAAAAAAAC6s/kAIvcFnuCQo/s1600/anniversary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Pgzgf7fV98/Tf9_U2hYpRI/AAAAAAAAC6s/kAIvcFnuCQo/s320/anniversary.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) LayanMei's CNY Open House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LayanMei moved to a new house and invited all of us to her CNY open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zblmz8g2pN8/Tf9_ZawDRpI/AAAAAAAAC6w/wBd02IOcG_s/s1600/VM+Hse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="119" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zblmz8g2pN8/Tf9_ZawDRpI/AAAAAAAAC6w/wBd02IOcG_s/s320/VM+Hse.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5) Alison's Wedding&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended Alison's wedding at the Gardens Hotel and afterparty at G-Six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIU2_-5Eg2k/Tf9_d22Gs_I/AAAAAAAAC60/Fz_DfBfqhXw/s1600/alison%2527s+wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIU2_-5Eg2k/Tf9_d22Gs_I/AAAAAAAAC60/Fz_DfBfqhXw/s320/alison%2527s+wedding.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Joanne's Wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne's wedding was a day after Alison's. It was held at the Concorde Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MTOYP3x8Piw/Tf9_l27P8wI/AAAAAAAAC64/_rdndIofMa8/s1600/joanne%2527s+wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MTOYP3x8Piw/Tf9_l27P8wI/AAAAAAAAC64/_rdndIofMa8/s320/joanne%2527s+wedding.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;7) Valentine's Dinner&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it a point not to celebrate Valentine's Day on Valentine's Day itself coz everything and everywhere will cost an arm and a leg. This occasion is now so commercialized we refused to be voluntarily slaughtered by going out for dinner on that day itself. We went a week later to Fukuya. We did not make a reservation and had to sit at the sushi bar. The food was fantastic. Really need to remember to book a table the next time we go to enjoy the entire experience better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hs2cvR7Jw8I/Tf9_rmX8tfI/AAAAAAAAC68/YWTVz5CbOPA/s1600/Vday+dinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hs2cvR7Jw8I/Tf9_rmX8tfI/AAAAAAAAC68/YWTVz5CbOPA/s320/Vday+dinner.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;8) Singapore&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we managed to schedule a trip down to Singapore together! We went a day earlier as I've not really seen and experienced Singapore though I'm there every month. Discovered a nice place to eat,&amp;nbsp;checked out&amp;nbsp;MBS ~ at long last &amp;amp; squeezed in a haircut at Shunji Matsuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9fUfMqORJho/Tf9_x4L2TwI/AAAAAAAAC7A/qcfDoquJEF0/s1600/SG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9fUfMqORJho/Tf9_x4L2TwI/AAAAAAAAC7A/qcfDoquJEF0/s320/SG.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Mom's Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule was super hectic in April. A lot of travelling. But managed to schedule my travels around to ensure I was in town during Mom's birthday to celebrate with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swc90-mtAdk/Tf9_1-RBMEI/AAAAAAAAC7E/wPBaE4RdSOY/s1600/mum%2527s+bday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swc90-mtAdk/Tf9_1-RBMEI/AAAAAAAAC7E/wPBaE4RdSOY/s320/mum%2527s+bday.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;10) Seoul&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Seoul a couple of days after Mom's birthday for a Regional Marketing meeting. Had drama during departure. The plane's landing gear was stuck, so after about half an hour on air, we hadta detour back to KLIA to fix it. We were put up at the Marriott Putrajya for the night. But had to go through so much hassle and stress just to collect our luggage and&amp;nbsp;get into a van to get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, MAS ground staff's services absolutely suck! No communication to passengers and amongst themselves. We were not told what was going on till after an hour's wait. We were then told to collect our bags and hop into a van, which would bring us to a hotel. But when we went to baggage collection, we encountered an extremely rude staff who told us to wait an hour for our bags. Then, we were not told the specific area to wait for transport. And finally, when the vans came, everybody forgot their courtesy to queue up and just scrambled into the vans. Just my luck that the driver of my van did not know the directions to the hotel and got lost. The last straw was, nobody told us what time was pick up the following day back to the airport. Nice, huh? MAS, with its new ad campaign, should really iron out their ground ops before even launching any new campaigns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, managed to get into the plane and go to Seoul half a day late. Stayed at the Grand Intercontinental Hotel. Very nice hotel. Love the lobby and the spacious room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9EK7hjzu-e0/Tf9_4Db6MWI/AAAAAAAAC7I/Hg4BXXNVtXo/s1600/hotel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9EK7hjzu-e0/Tf9_4Db6MWI/AAAAAAAAC7I/Hg4BXXNVtXo/s320/hotel.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The Korea office is new and very nice. Like heaven compared to mine in KL.&amp;nbsp;Our Korean colleagues&amp;nbsp;were very hospitable. Took us for an authentic Korean dinner on the first night and to popular shopping spot, Myeong-dong, the 2nd night. 3rd&amp;nbsp;night was free and easy, so&amp;nbsp;I went exploring at Dong Dae Mun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93436DGLlNQ/Tf9__FZUy8I/AAAAAAAAC7M/4BHJ44ir0GA/s1600/seoul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93436DGLlNQ/Tf9__FZUy8I/AAAAAAAAC7M/4BHJ44ir0GA/s320/seoul.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;11) My Birthday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My birthday came and went too quickly. Wish the day will stall and I get to enjoy being special on my special day longer. Cut the cake with family before being whisked off to dinner by Yaacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YNTaayYjMyA/Tf-AIa-y7qI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/jcD0G5f4Tnk/s1600/home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="114" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YNTaayYjMyA/Tf-AIa-y7qI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/jcD0G5f4Tnk/s320/home.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Drinks at The Hill after that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9eaM9s9H3no/Tf-AR8yX2KI/AAAAAAAAC7U/fw4mvl25lRA/s1600/my+bday+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9eaM9s9H3no/Tf-AR8yX2KI/AAAAAAAAC7U/fw4mvl25lRA/s320/my+bday+1.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Free entertainment of the night. No, I did not hire her. She was a patron who decided to dress like this and climb up to the bar countertop to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cts-qFGRzGI/Tf-AUugUBPI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/VO4AdUhn-0g/s1600/my+bday+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cts-qFGRzGI/Tf-AUugUBPI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/VO4AdUhn-0g/s320/my+bday+2.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you all who came on such short notice. Really appreciate it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pinUwKnwTqE/Tf-MXkPwFmI/AAAAAAAAC74/4xxcAtkNEk0/s1600/my+bday+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pinUwKnwTqE/Tf-MXkPwFmI/AAAAAAAAC74/4xxcAtkNEk0/s320/my+bday+3.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The person who made it all happen. My love... Thank you sooo much for always going the extra mile for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zmZ_4lVum2c/Tf-MaKXzx0I/AAAAAAAAC78/-zRN_RNKF3k/s1600/my+bday+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zmZ_4lVum2c/Tf-MaKXzx0I/AAAAAAAAC78/-zRN_RNKF3k/s320/my+bday+4.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dinner with family the next day at Mum's Place, Damansara Perdana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gNNzP4qgPd4/Tf-Md7Lqb0I/AAAAAAAAC8A/xUCKqZy1ols/s1600/bday+dinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gNNzP4qgPd4/Tf-Md7Lqb0I/AAAAAAAAC8A/xUCKqZy1ols/s320/bday+dinner.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look what came in the mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LX3YBZaKWLg/Tf-MfcPzBRI/AAAAAAAAC8E/9R25gQNeOEY/s1600/parcel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LX3YBZaKWLg/Tf-MfcPzBRI/AAAAAAAAC8E/9R25gQNeOEY/s320/parcel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;All the way from Down Under. Thanks, Jebb!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UIt08yIqHAg/Tf-MiH7bstI/AAAAAAAAC8I/HGGdVSI5bA4/s1600/pressies+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UIt08yIqHAg/Tf-MiH7bstI/AAAAAAAAC8I/HGGdVSI5bA4/s320/pressies+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pressies from family, friends and boss. Thank you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7riag7GjZbU/Tf-MjnhPTOI/AAAAAAAAC8M/HvxPiiVVNFM/s1600/pressies+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7riag7GjZbU/Tf-MjnhPTOI/AAAAAAAAC8M/HvxPiiVVNFM/s320/pressies+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My pristine white BB! Pressie from Yaacob. Loving it sooo much. Thanks, honey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-azzhyCmuFAk/Tf-Mkbey8wI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/9z13uC-Dd_s/s1600/bb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-azzhyCmuFAk/Tf-Mkbey8wI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/9z13uC-Dd_s/s320/bb.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;12) Smoothies Launch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Been planning this for weeks. So glad the entire event went so smoothly. The turn-up was great. All thanks to a great team who worked hard together to make this happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Nz8uWQeI2o/Tf-NlzehbbI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/StgFYK0ORdM/s1600/smoothie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Nz8uWQeI2o/Tf-NlzehbbI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/StgFYK0ORdM/s320/smoothie.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Haagen-Dazs Ice Cream Smoothies ~ Try it if you haven't. So yummy and luscious. It's a limited edition summer range, available in 2 flavors: Mango &amp;amp; Apricot and Raspberr &amp;amp; Summer Berries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) Company Retreat @ Resorts World Sentosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The entire company took a Friday off for the 2-day company retreat at Resorts World Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on one of the earlier flights and got there really early. So, I went exploring and discovered the mother of all candy shops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t_Fz2a52ahc/Tf-NvAopDkI/AAAAAAAAC8c/DvWfE_qMUvk/s1600/candylicious.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t_Fz2a52ahc/Tf-NvAopDkI/AAAAAAAAC8c/DvWfE_qMUvk/s320/candylicious.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After lunch, we had a team building activity. We were required to build a roller coaster from materials given from the organizer ~ straws, newspaper, scissors, rubber bands, 2 mini rolls of cellophane tape and balloon holders. We could also use anything in the room to help build a roller coaster that was to have a hump in the middle and able to withstand a tennis ball rolling through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud to announce my group's roller coaster was the prettiest one and it worked! Tennis ball rolled all the way till the end without a hitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ualrHYbVVlU/Tf-Nxgwqc1I/AAAAAAAAC8g/RnRM9JM5J20/s1600/roller+coaster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ualrHYbVVlU/Tf-Nxgwqc1I/AAAAAAAAC8g/RnRM9JM5J20/s320/roller+coaster.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We stayed at Hard Rock Hotel. Very fancy hotel with rock n roll interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFFLg8owbWk/Tf-N5cVSUhI/AAAAAAAAC8k/8WYt8j5Hnp8/s1600/hotel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFFLg8owbWk/Tf-N5cVSUhI/AAAAAAAAC8k/8WYt8j5Hnp8/s320/hotel.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The theme for the company dinner was retro rock. I decided to go as Twiggy, though not sure if I really succeeded coz everyone kept referring to me as the Agogo Girl. Hmmph! Won best dressed prize though&amp;nbsp;I think there are others who are more deserving of the title and prize. Some really went all out to buy/rent costumes and wigs. Me? I just threw everything together from my closet the night before my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1UDs-m_6nw/Tf-N_5l4IGI/AAAAAAAAC8o/qOo3WcfCGf8/s1600/Dinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1UDs-m_6nw/Tf-N_5l4IGI/AAAAAAAAC8o/qOo3WcfCGf8/s320/Dinner.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Spent the following day in Universal Studios Singapore before catching a night flight home. It was not so different from the one in Gold Coast. The Shrek 4D movie was exactly the same. I was very proud of myself for having the guts to go for 1 ride. Nope, not the insane roller coaster. I went for the Mummy Returns ride. Quite scary coz it had some dips along the way. I screamed the moment we moved. Shirley who was sitting next to me laughed all the way. That's her reaction to fear, it seems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wk85DkiI-FU/Tf-OHvvPMdI/AAAAAAAAC8s/9qU9460UCqY/s1600/USS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wk85DkiI-FU/Tf-OHvvPMdI/AAAAAAAAC8s/9qU9460UCqY/s400/USS.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a fun trip and I got to know my Singaporean colleagues a little better. Was dead tired by the time I got back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;That's all for now. Hopefully will have time to blog more &lt;em&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-3713204076405415085?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/3713204076405415085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=3713204076405415085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/3713204076405415085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/3713204076405415085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-past-6-months.html' title='For the past 6 months...'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmAe3-rH0iQ/Tf9-7oh0NLI/AAAAAAAAC6g/zFmMfySrsWo/s72-c/hotel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-1433448225678330879</id><published>2011-03-17T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:20:05.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Still Alive!</title><content type='html'>Hello! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this blog is still alive and so am I ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so insanely busy the past few months, blogging was the last thing on my mind. Hence the reason for abandoning this blog for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when I'll have time to blog again, as the following months seem busier and crazier. The past few months had been a whirlwind of holidays, festivities, celebrations, parties and of coz... WORK! Some changes happened at work, which resulted in it&amp;nbsp;demanding most of my time, sometimes even on weekends. But I'm not complaining. Okay... Maaaybe a bit. But it's all good. It's good changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though&amp;nbsp;it's only March, not nearly the end of the first quarter of the year,&amp;nbsp;I'm already feeling&amp;nbsp;as if it's the end of the year. This is how&amp;nbsp;exhausted&amp;nbsp;I am. I think I'm starting to burn out.&amp;nbsp;In the begining of the year, right after the&amp;nbsp;holiday season. Bizarre, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately need a break. I'm not asking for much. Just a short break will do. A quiet getaway to somewhere I can&amp;nbsp;just relax, away from&amp;nbsp;computers and phones. I wanna do nothing and catch up on all my reading and just put my mind at&amp;nbsp;ease. Where can I go to&amp;nbsp;do that?? And the most important question is, when?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, look at the time.&amp;nbsp;It's past my bedtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitey nite...&amp;nbsp;Till the next time I have&amp;nbsp;time to blog...&amp;nbsp;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-1433448225678330879?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1433448225678330879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1433448225678330879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1433448225678330879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1433448225678330879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2011/03/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-6696993334120131726</id><published>2010-11-17T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T18:32:52.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>My much needed getaway...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I've not been on a holiday since April and I think I'm burnt out. All those long hours at work and all the stress I face are getting to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I need a break. I need my beach holiday. Haven't had one since last year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm really looking forward to just chill and relax at the beach next week. And have a 4 hour massage till my limbs feel so relaxed they'll be like jello. Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's where I'll be chilling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TOOt3_SksNI/AAAAAAAAC5k/df1nwhNxD_o/s1600/chaweng-beach-at-central.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TOOt3_SksNI/AAAAAAAAC5k/df1nwhNxD_o/s320/chaweng-beach-at-central.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And here's where I'll be staying... Complete with a jacuzzi in my room... Awesomeness!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TOOt4vpYK-I/AAAAAAAAC5o/fjnalk79Eww/s1600/photo_view.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TOOt4vpYK-I/AAAAAAAAC5o/fjnalk79Eww/s1600/photo_view.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;﻿Can't wait!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-6696993334120131726?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/6696993334120131726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=6696993334120131726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6696993334120131726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6696993334120131726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-much-needed-getaway.html' title='My much needed getaway...'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TOOt3_SksNI/AAAAAAAAC5k/df1nwhNxD_o/s72-c/chaweng-beach-at-central.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-4002318662634302553</id><published>2010-11-17T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T18:22:06.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Khai's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TOOrOO4CzII/AAAAAAAAC5g/qE5vbhvEXwA/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TOOrOO4CzII/AAAAAAAAC5g/qE5vbhvEXwA/s320/1.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was another night of partying @ The Hill as we celebrated Khai's birthday. It was Halloween so saw some people dressed up as vampires, nuns, etc. Really admire how semangat they are at&amp;nbsp;getting costumes and dressing up. I couldn't be bothered to do all that. Too lazy... And no time... Well, costume or not, we had fun that night. And that's all that matters, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-4002318662634302553?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/4002318662634302553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=4002318662634302553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4002318662634302553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4002318662634302553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/11/khais-birthday.html' title='Khai&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TOOrOO4CzII/AAAAAAAAC5g/qE5vbhvEXwA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-7355307336336587887</id><published>2010-10-20T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T00:19:33.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>My Super Cute Nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;He's so cuteee!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TL3EjNSjAaI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/9XrujKKFCMY/s1600/308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TL3EjNSjAaI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/9XrujKKFCMY/s320/308.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TL3EkiJdABI/AAAAAAAAC5c/gMgyQf-Ov0g/s1600/309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TL3EkiJdABI/AAAAAAAAC5c/gMgyQf-Ov0g/s320/309.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Wish I can keep him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-7355307336336587887?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/7355307336336587887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=7355307336336587887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7355307336336587887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7355307336336587887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-super-cute-nephew.html' title='My Super Cute Nephew'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TL3EjNSjAaI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/9XrujKKFCMY/s72-c/308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-1960507632786346844</id><published>2010-10-20T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T00:06:26.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>September &amp; October...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;September ~&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The long wait was over and he's finally back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Our first photos together since he came back. This was right after Karu &amp;amp; Nikka's wedding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TL3AS2c6CkI/AAAAAAAAC5I/hOmGpG_BfWY/s1600/yacs+n+i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="80" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TL3AS2c6CkI/AAAAAAAAC5I/hOmGpG_BfWY/s320/yacs+n+i.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mel's birthday at Phuture... Happy birthday, darling 'niece'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TL3AWTnHLzI/AAAAAAAAC5M/ytbCbZ1NQZQ/s1600/mel's+bday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TL3AWTnHLzI/AAAAAAAAC5M/ytbCbZ1NQZQ/s320/mel's+bday.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;FHM '100 Most Wanted' Party at Ecoba with Alice and YY. Bumped into ex-boss there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TL3AZIqUArI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/BnqQbeY-tRU/s1600/fhm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="115" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TL3AZIqUArI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/BnqQbeY-tRU/s320/fhm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;October ~&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dik's hat themed belated birthday party at The Hill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TL3AbIJg88I/AAAAAAAAC5U/bZ5j0S0Mpws/s1600/the+hill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TL3AbIJg88I/AAAAAAAAC5U/bZ5j0S0Mpws/s320/the+hill.jpg" width="320" /&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/3651362535662319355-1960507632786346844?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1960507632786346844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1960507632786346844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1960507632786346844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1960507632786346844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/10/september-october.html' title='September &amp; October...'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TL3AS2c6CkI/AAAAAAAAC5I/hOmGpG_BfWY/s72-c/yacs+n+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-1679163119857609236</id><published>2010-10-11T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T15:11:31.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On Movies'/><title type='text'>Charlie St Cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLRHrCj5-nI/AAAAAAAAC44/DIR34KmYMwo/s1600/Charlie_st_cloud_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLRHrCj5-nI/AAAAAAAAC44/DIR34KmYMwo/s320/Charlie_st_cloud_poster.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Zac Efron has successfully transitioned from high school &lt;em&gt;'singing-and-dancing-teen'&lt;/em&gt; to serious actor in this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlie_St._Cloud_(film)"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I admit I was wrong about him being just a pretty face &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[ok, I don't really find him that hot, coz he's really not my type. But since he's hailed world-wide as being pretty and hot, etc, I'll just refer to him as that]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who can't really act, coz he can! And if he manages his life well without much screw-ups&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt; [think it's time he lose that mousy lil thing called Vanessa Hudgens. She's so annoying!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and chooses his roles well, he can be well on his way to become one of Hollywood's finest&amp;nbsp;and most successful actors. His star is promising and will shine really bright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLRHsU07IDI/AAAAAAAAC48/brrQfe2Doyw/s1600/charlie-st-cloud-zac-efron.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLRHsU07IDI/AAAAAAAAC48/brrQfe2Doyw/s320/charlie-st-cloud-zac-efron.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This movie's a bit freaky and confusing. And also touching...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLRHtUt6ixI/AAAAAAAAC5A/nRsz5frUF8o/s1600/CharlieStCloud_001-1024x680.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLRHtUt6ixI/AAAAAAAAC5A/nRsz5frUF8o/s320/CharlieStCloud_001-1024x680.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It shows that the bond between 2 brothers is so strong, not even death can set them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLRHuapq05I/AAAAAAAAC5E/7bzWINKvKGU/s1600/amanda-crew-charlie-st-cloud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLRHuapq05I/AAAAAAAAC5E/7bzWINKvKGU/s320/amanda-crew-charlie-st-cloud.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;﻿But what death can't do, she definitely can. Hahaha... She successfully 'saved' his doomed existence and made him move on to greater things in life. But I still don't get the part where she was lost but not dead, but Charlie can see her and even do lots of things with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe I should read the book, then I'll understand better. Oh, if you don't already know, this movie's based on the book '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Death_and_Life_of_Charlie_St._Cloud"&gt;The Death &amp;amp; Life of Charlie St Cloud&lt;/a&gt;'. Go read it, then watch the movie, or vice versa. It's a pretty interesting story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-1679163119857609236?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1679163119857609236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1679163119857609236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1679163119857609236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1679163119857609236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/10/charlie-st-cloud.html' title='Charlie St Cloud'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLRHrCj5-nI/AAAAAAAAC44/DIR34KmYMwo/s72-c/Charlie_st_cloud_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-4335639486641328425</id><published>2010-10-11T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:48:26.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On Movies'/><title type='text'>Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQwQG0cDBI/AAAAAAAAC4s/rqkYMnHlFYw/s1600/4-wall_street_money_never_sleeps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQwQG0cDBI/AAAAAAAAC4s/rqkYMnHlFYw/s320/4-wall_street_money_never_sleeps.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wall_Street:_Money_Never_Sleeps"&gt;Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps&lt;/a&gt; last couple of weeks. Was warned that the movie would be a bit slow and that I might fall asleep &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[coz was watching a midnight show]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But nope, I find it pretty interesting, especially the part about the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tulip_mania"&gt;Tulip Mania&lt;/a&gt; [didn't know such a thing even happened] and I didn't fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQwRK3pQPI/AAAAAAAAC4w/G1hJXbKdUfA/s1600/On-Set-of-Wall-Street-2-Money-Never-Sleeps-shia-labeouf-8240929-1088-1599.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQwRK3pQPI/AAAAAAAAC4w/G1hJXbKdUfA/s320/On-Set-of-Wall-Street-2-Money-Never-Sleeps-shia-labeouf-8240929-1088-1599.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;He came a&amp;nbsp;long way since his Even Stevens days in Disney. Never knew he could look so smart.&amp;nbsp;A good suit is really important. He's proof that the suit makes the man.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQwSPW98zI/AAAAAAAAC40/r00_kMAldrU/s1600/wall_street2_photo4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQwSPW98zI/AAAAAAAAC40/r00_kMAldrU/s320/wall_street2_photo4.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿The charismatic Michael Douglas returned as Gordon Gekko. Hope he'll win his battle against throat cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I expected more of a rivalry between Shia LeBeouf and Michael Douglas, and the ending was a bit abrupt and too good to be true. But overall, I think the movie's ok, since it managed to make me stay awake the entire time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-4335639486641328425?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/4335639486641328425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=4335639486641328425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4335639486641328425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4335639486641328425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/10/wall-street-money-never-sleeps.html' title='Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQwQG0cDBI/AAAAAAAAC4s/rqkYMnHlFYw/s72-c/4-wall_street_money_never_sleeps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-7135375803514991898</id><published>2010-10-11T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:48:00.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On Movies'/><title type='text'>Letters to Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQtUtND1RI/AAAAAAAAC4g/XBUWdVpGtvA/s1600/letters-to-juliet-poster-0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQtUtND1RI/AAAAAAAAC4g/XBUWdVpGtvA/s320/letters-to-juliet-poster-0.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;An extremely charming &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Letters_to_Juliet"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; with such beautiful sceneries of the Italian countryside, it made me&amp;nbsp;list down&amp;nbsp;Verona and Siena as part of the places I would want to travel to someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQtWkFpwaI/AAAAAAAAC4k/lqF01VgM4Og/s1600/2010_letters_to_juliet_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQtWkFpwaI/AAAAAAAAC4k/lqF01VgM4Og/s320/2010_letters_to_juliet_001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The lovely Amanda Seyfried as Sophie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[she was 'Sophie' as well in Mama Mia]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who answered an old letter she found at the House of Juliet, which led to her embarking on an adventure with an old lady and her annoying-yet-charming grandson all over Siena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQtX3CqqKI/AAAAAAAAC4o/920dw8yS018/s1600/FP_3354453_BARM_Letters_To_Juliet_080309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQtX3CqqKI/AAAAAAAAC4o/920dw8yS018/s320/FP_3354453_BARM_Letters_To_Juliet_080309.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;﻿The British fella who initially disliked Sophie for writing back to his grandmother, resulting in her traveling to Italy from London to find her long-lost love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though the ending is a little predictable and cliched, I enjoyed this movie a lot :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-7135375803514991898?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/7135375803514991898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=7135375803514991898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7135375803514991898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7135375803514991898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/10/letters-to-juliet.html' title='Letters to Juliet'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQtUtND1RI/AAAAAAAAC4g/XBUWdVpGtvA/s72-c/letters-to-juliet-poster-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-4458798681694317773</id><published>2010-10-11T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T15:12:41.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On Movies'/><title type='text'>Julie &amp; Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been trying to catch up on all the movies I wanted to watch and missed. Am quite happy I managed to watch a few that's been on my 'to-watch' list since forever ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Borrowed a DVD of this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julie_%26_Julia"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; from Y's sister:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQkbawB--I/AAAAAAAAC4U/R83-8s9cwu4/s1600/julie_and_julia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQkbawB--I/AAAAAAAAC4U/R83-8s9cwu4/s320/julie_and_julia.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After watching this movie, I felt like cooking too! But then, the idea of having to buy all the cooking equipments and ingredients &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[meaning lots of $$ to be spent]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and not being 100% sure whether I am able to cook at all detered me from doing so. Haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nevertheless, that didn't stop me from browsing in Borders to look for the book this movie is based on. I found it. And I found another book that got me even more excited ~ The cookbook written by Julia Child &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mastering_the_Art_of_French_Cooking"&gt;'Mastering the Art of French Cooking&lt;/a&gt;' that Julie Powell cooked from! But nope, not gonna buy it coz I know my limits. Don't have the time, talent and ability to cook like Julie and Julia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQkcw_jkyI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/3XXrqMBdyFQ/s1600/2009_julie_and_julia_003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQkcw_jkyI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/3XXrqMBdyFQ/s320/2009_julie_and_julia_003.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Julia Child&amp;nbsp;was played by the immensely talented Meryl Streep. She outdone herself again for her excellent portrayal of Julia and was nominated for Best Actress by numerous film awards and won most of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQkdzaZF7I/AAAAAAAAC4c/vbM_gOHxS4Y/s1600/julie-and-julia7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQkdzaZF7I/AAAAAAAAC4c/vbM_gOHxS4Y/s320/julie-and-julia7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amy Adams' portrayal of Julie Powell was funny yet real. Can't believe this is the same woman who was the Princess Giselle from Enchanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great movie! Thoroughly enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-4458798681694317773?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/4458798681694317773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=4458798681694317773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4458798681694317773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4458798681694317773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/10/julie-julia.html' title='Julie &amp; Julia'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLQkbawB--I/AAAAAAAAC4U/R83-8s9cwu4/s72-c/julie_and_julia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-2871074906609989456</id><published>2010-10-11T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:47:20.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On Movies'/><title type='text'>August Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLPTdatKnnI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/R3v_DAtckgA/s1600/August+Rush.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLPTdatKnnI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/R3v_DAtckgA/s320/August+Rush.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've heard about this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/August_Rush"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; for some time, but only managed to watch it a few weeks ago in DVD. And it's not a disappointment. I think it's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddie Highmore is so cute!! I want a lil brother like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLPTC7l44mI/AAAAAAAAC4I/PdSEc4rjuHk/s1600/August+Rush+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLPTC7l44mI/AAAAAAAAC4I/PdSEc4rjuHk/s320/August+Rush+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I keep wondering... If he hadn't been separated from his parents at birth, will he still be a musical genius? Since it's his strong desire to be 'found' and his belief that his parents can 'hear' him through his music that pushes him to create music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLPTDtBymnI/AAAAAAAAC4M/_6sIbVC2X2w/s1600/August+Rush+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLPTDtBymnI/AAAAAAAAC4M/_6sIbVC2X2w/s320/August+Rush+3.jpg" width="320" /&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/3651362535662319355-2871074906609989456?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/2871074906609989456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=2871074906609989456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2871074906609989456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2871074906609989456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/10/august-rush.html' title='August Rush'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TLPTdatKnnI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/R3v_DAtckgA/s72-c/August+Rush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-4889582431506878040</id><published>2010-08-27T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:47:15.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ing'/><title type='text'>In fond memory of Granma</title><content type='html'>I spent the whole day in bed today... Feelin very unwell... Caught up on much needed sleep &amp; finally had time to do some reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drying my hair after my shower &amp; all of a sudden, I thought of my granma. Each time after she combed her hair, she would pick up any hair that fell out from the floor. I felt a pang of sadness &amp; regret. Sad that I will never ever see her again (why does everyone need to die? Why do we need to be separated by death?!) &amp; regret coz I feel I didn't do more for her or with her when she was alive. And these feelings really suck coz there's nothin to be done anymore for her except visit her grave every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, the 4th anniversary of granma's passing is in a few days' time. How quickly time flies by us. Didn't realize till now that she has been gone for 4 yrs. Which means 4 CNYs passed by without us going back to her place to celebrate &amp; have her chicken curry for dinner. I used to detest going back to her hse coz of the heat &amp; ltd space. Now, I'm kinda missing the good old times when the entire family would get together at that 1 time every year to spend a few days together. I remember how granma would slave away in her small hot kitchen for hours &amp; hours, almost the entire day, to prepare dinner for us. I barely remember her out in the living hall with us. Her days are mostly spent in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more of all tat now. This makes me realize the more how short life is &amp; how I need to make the most of it every second &amp; live to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make the most of what I have &amp; work towards my goals. We only live once, and there's no 'rewind' button in life, so I'm gonna make sure I work hard to where I aspire to be &amp; do what I've always wanted to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-4889582431506878040?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/4889582431506878040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=4889582431506878040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4889582431506878040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4889582431506878040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/08/thinkin-of-granma.html' title='In fond memory of Granma'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-2277744318875055419</id><published>2010-08-20T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T20:21:10.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>1 more week to go, baybeh!</title><content type='html'>Yup... Js &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;more week and he'll be baaaccckkk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, am kept super busy with work and... &lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahahahaa... Wad else? Am working&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;in &lt;em&gt;the office&lt;/em&gt; and at&lt;em&gt; home&lt;/em&gt;. Sigh... Am I considered a workaholic by the amount of time I spend &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and when I'm not working,&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; about work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Gosh... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;Noooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me needs a break!&amp;nbsp;A long, lovely, lazy, relaxing break... Preferably by the beach/pool in an island somewhere... Heeeheheehee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-2277744318875055419?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/2277744318875055419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=2277744318875055419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2277744318875055419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2277744318875055419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/08/1-more-week-to-go-baybeh.html' title='1 more week to go, baybeh!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-418258719731462135</id><published>2010-08-18T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:48:05.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama of the Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Marie Claire 'Women of Style &amp; Substance' Event... Drama Again!</title><content type='html'>I was invited to attend the Marie Claire &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Women of Style &amp;amp; Substance'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; event a few weeks ago. I invited YY along. The theme was stylish. But how to be stylish when I'll be going right after work?? Takkan&amp;nbsp;dress up&amp;nbsp;all super glam to work. People would think I'm crazy. And since the event was at Bangsar, which was like a corner away from my office, it made no sense for me to go home and change. No time to do that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;google-mapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the event venue before I left the office. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Google map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; told me it's at the row of shops right opposite Telawi, along the main road of Jalan Maarof. I drove along the road slowly but couldn't find the place. I decided to park at one of the furniture shops along the row to wait for YY. When she came, we went into the shop to ask for directions, but the shop owner had no idea where &lt;strong&gt;Zinc Art Space&lt;/strong&gt; was. She wanted to close shop but we told her we'd leave our cars at her place for just a few minutes to quickly walk a few shops down to check. And nope. Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we drove along the road slowly many many times.&amp;nbsp;Drove from one end of the road to the other end. Even drove along the road behind, js in case we both got the road name wrong. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Wad's wrong?! Why couldn't we find the bloody place??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing was, I didn't save the number of the girl who invited me, so couldn't even call to ask for directions. We finally pulled up to a petrol kiosk and were thinking, ok, this is the last straw. If the kiosk attendants couldn't help us, we'd just forget it and go home. We were already an hour plus late! &lt;strong&gt;Yesss!!&lt;/strong&gt; We've been driving around the area looking for over an hour!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nope, the kiosk attendants didn't know where it was as well. As I walked outta the kiosk, I spotted a &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;police car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; parked nearby. In a last desperate attempt, I walked up to the police officers and asked them. Even they haven't heard of the place. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WTH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; YY was pro-active. She called her friend to google the location for us. While waiting for her friend to call her back, it suddenly struck me! I have a GPS in the car!! Coz I was driving Yacs' car. &lt;strong&gt;OMG!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;So stuuupeeeedd!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Why didn't I think of using it earlier, like an hour ago?? Just as I was switching on the GPS, YY's friend called and told her where it was. So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;google maps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was wrong! The friend clicked on the venue's website, which had a map and the place was actually at the opposite side of the road, down to the very end, near the Indian Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to leave YY's car at the petrol kiosk and go in 1 car, just in case parking was difficult to find. Smart of us. Coz really, there were no parking. Only found a tiny spot at the side of the busy road after making one round. And coz I was not driving my car, I was really careful while trying to squeeze into the space, and took quite a long time. Finally, YY offered to help me park. I tot ok, maybe she's better. But no lor! She's the same!!! Till the Indian parking fella came over and asked me with a confused look,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; "You mau keluar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I told him nope, we're parking. After observing YY for a few seconds, he asked again,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; "You mau keluar&amp;nbsp;ke masuk?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Masuk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He had this bewildered expression on his face but did not say anything anymore. Then finally, bless her, YY managed to park the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we trotted to the event, which was ending soon. I lost all my excitement and with all the driving around, etc, didn't feel stylish at all! There were lots of women who were wearing floor-length gowns and had their hair all done up. One even had sprinkles of gold dust in her hair. Okaaaay... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Gold dust??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I certainly wasn't part of the best-dressed but thankfully wasn't the worst-dressed as well. I tried looking for the girl who invited me, but couldn't find her or maybe I couldn't recognize her if she was one of those with all the hair and makeup done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, managed to have a flute of champagne and some canapes and a goody bag. Managed to catch a glimpse of the very elegant Andrea Fonseka. She looked like a true&amp;nbsp;beauty queen. The beauty queen aura of hers was oozing from every pore of her body. She made me feel like an ugly dwarf. &lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt; To be that tall, flawless, elegant&amp;nbsp;and beautiful.... Maybe another lifetime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starving coz it was late and I didn't have anything to eat except for the few canapes. The event ended less than half an hour after we arrived. So, I decided to go off. Wanna eatttt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an evening! I was looking forward to having a good time at the event, mana tau, all the drama happened. Sigh... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I blame &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;google-maps!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-418258719731462135?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/418258719731462135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=418258719731462135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/418258719731462135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/418258719731462135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/08/marie-claire-women-of-style-substance.html' title='Marie Claire &apos;Women of Style &amp; Substance&apos; Event... Drama Again!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-711372589356550427</id><published>2010-08-16T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:21:28.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>2 Birthdays &amp; A Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Celebrated layanMei's &amp;amp; YY's belated birthdays at &lt;a href="http://www.atheapartment.com/"&gt;The Apartment&lt;/a&gt;, KLCC. Bought them pressies and cupcakes. Had lots of laughs especially at Alice's antics &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[as usual]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sometimes, the things that come outta her mouth can really&amp;nbsp;kill you by its funniness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TGgeLtoz7-I/AAAAAAAAC3E/O0Zx8VlJ6No/s1600/VM+%26+YY+Bday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TGgeLtoz7-I/AAAAAAAAC3E/O0Zx8VlJ6No/s320/VM+%26+YY+Bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The following day was Lil E's early birthday celebration. Had dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.pizzauno.com.my/"&gt;Pizza Uno&lt;/a&gt; then headed to &lt;a href="http://www.bakita.com.my/"&gt;Bakita&lt;/a&gt; for drinks. Supposed to head to Phuture to party but I went home early, so didn't know if they made it to Phuture at all that night. The theme was white and I looked hi and low for a white outfit. Mana tau, when I got to dinner, the birthday girl herself didn't really adhere to the theme. &lt;em&gt;*Tsk! Tsk!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TGgePI27UdI/AAAAAAAAC3M/3AdqnHvBkho/s1600/Lil+E+Bday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TGgePI27UdI/AAAAAAAAC3M/3AdqnHvBkho/s320/Lil+E+Bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week was my parents' wedding event. Renewal of their vows. I made them this invite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TGgeQFJmZKI/AAAAAAAAC3U/WvodIgrhPHw/s1600/invite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TGgeQFJmZKI/AAAAAAAAC3U/WvodIgrhPHw/s320/invite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The church organized for a wedding shoot for them... I told mum &lt;strong&gt;no tiara&lt;/strong&gt; before she went for the shoot, knowing the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'style &amp;amp; quality'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of most of the bridal shops here, but when the photos came back, there&lt;strong&gt; it&lt;/strong&gt; was, sitting on mom's head in all it's glory... Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TGgeUYxdh4I/AAAAAAAAC3c/pYQIj2GiMaQ/s1600/studio+pics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TGgeUYxdh4I/AAAAAAAAC3c/pYQIj2GiMaQ/s320/studio+pics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The ceremony started at 5pm at the church. My entire family except Jebb was there. After the brides and grooms walked in, there was a service. Quite a long one... Most of us were really hungry by the time it was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TGgeZfNIgmI/AAAAAAAAC3k/K346RgriH4I/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TGgeZfNIgmI/AAAAAAAAC3k/K346RgriH4I/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Took time to snap pics with the bride and groom before they changed to go for dinner. It's so weird to see my parents in all their bridal gear. Ahahaahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TGgeeilGN5I/AAAAAAAAC3s/QZBEy-bKta4/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TGgeeilGN5I/AAAAAAAAC3s/QZBEy-bKta4/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Too bad Yacs couldn't be there. Everyone else came with their bfs. Sigh... I guess I'll hafta photoshop him into the pic as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TGgeihZ9YlI/AAAAAAAAC30/LcondmdFGe0/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TGgeihZ9YlI/AAAAAAAAC30/LcondmdFGe0/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-711372589356550427?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/711372589356550427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=711372589356550427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/711372589356550427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/711372589356550427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/08/2-birthdays-wedding.html' title='2 Birthdays &amp; A Wedding'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TGgeLtoz7-I/AAAAAAAAC3E/O0Zx8VlJ6No/s72-c/VM+%26+YY+Bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-7018814237594212758</id><published>2010-08-01T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T16:13:53.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Wedding Bells are Ringing!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So yes, Mom &amp;amp; Dad are getting married... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Hahahahaa...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Why? Urm... Coz the church decided to get all couples who are married &amp;gt;5yrs to walk down the aisle if they did not do so during their initial wedding. This is also for members of the church who were not Christians when they got married. So, all these effort is to give them a chance to have a church wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So, on that day, there'll be lotsa couples above 50 yrs old, in white wedding gowns and suits, strutting down the aisle, getting married to each other again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I've made invites for mom to give to her friends&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt; [unlike Dad, who is more tech-savvy and emailed softcopies of the invite to his friends, mom needed actual printed ones coz she and her friends don't have email accts]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TFUnOI9B2wI/AAAAAAAAC2s/n-rWGUitVdA/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TFUnOI9B2wI/AAAAAAAAC2s/n-rWGUitVdA/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Too bad Jebb can't be here to witness this with us. Don't worry, Jebb!! We'll take lotsa pics and videos ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;When will this take place? Exactly a week from now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And since Yacs is not around, my date will be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TFUp5liClhI/AAAAAAAAC20/ohddmAImRog/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TFUp5liClhI/AAAAAAAAC20/ohddmAImRog/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I've known her like forever, she knows my family well and she's almost family, considering the fact that she's one of the rare ones who'll walk up my Dad and talk to him&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt; [most of my frens dun dare to talk to Dad coz apparently he looks fierce ~ not in a fashionable way kinda fierce]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and of coz, who else but her, since she's the one who took&lt;strong&gt; THIS&lt;/strong&gt; pic with me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TFUp7JMisbI/AAAAAAAAC28/Cvhcr3k-180/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TFUp7JMisbI/AAAAAAAAC28/Cvhcr3k-180/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorta like a &lt;em&gt;'cutting-the-wedding-cake'&lt;/em&gt; pose&amp;nbsp;from a lesbo wedding, huh? Hahahhahaaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;date&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is more excited than I am. Already asking if there's a theme, wad to wear, etc, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; dun even know what to wear, myself! Sigh... Now gotta rack my brains and wardrobe to figure out the most suitable dress to wear to my own parents' wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha... That sound so wrong. But anyways, it'll be an interesting event. So, I'm looking forward to it. Hehehe...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-7018814237594212758?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/7018814237594212758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=7018814237594212758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7018814237594212758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7018814237594212758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/08/wedding-bells-are-ringing.html' title='Wedding Bells are Ringing!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TFUnOI9B2wI/AAAAAAAAC2s/n-rWGUitVdA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-5980148236923976759</id><published>2010-07-18T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T04:43:00.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ing'/><title type='text'>In a Vacuum</title><content type='html'>Sigh... He'll be&amp;nbsp;gone for 1.5 mths. Won't be back till end of Aug. Dunno why the days seem longer and time seem to pass too slowly when he's not around. Especially when I am not able to hear his voice. It's not so bad if we can chat on the phone. But... Gotta js be patient and wait for him to come back. Occupy myself with stuff to do and friends to hang out. Can't explain why I feel like I'm in a vacuum, where everything is silent, empty, a void, though I'm surrounded by ppl. Hmmm... Js gotta stop this emo-ing and cheer up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, time to sleep. Then when I wake up, gotta make a list of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;'cheer-me-up'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; things to, well... Cheer me up. I know chocolate always helps. Hehe... Will figure out the rest in the morin... Nitey nite, peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-5980148236923976759?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/5980148236923976759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=5980148236923976759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5980148236923976759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5980148236923976759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-vacuum.html' title='In a Vacuum'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-7992744234066381023</id><published>2010-07-18T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T04:37:13.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On Movies'/><title type='text'>Despicable Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Latest movie I watched with Yacs before he left ~ &lt;a href="http://www.despicable.me/"&gt;Despicable Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIT8Db5GdI/AAAAAAAAC2k/dSl0JvfXrBg/s1600/Despicable_Me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIT8Db5GdI/AAAAAAAAC2k/dSl0JvfXrBg/s320/Despicable_Me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a really funny, crazy movie! Love the minions. They're so cute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIT7B-DelI/AAAAAAAAC2c/ay6Q61STGXA/s1600/minions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIT7B-DelI/AAAAAAAAC2c/ay6Q61STGXA/s320/minions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Go catch it if you have time. It'll surely lift your mood n make u smile ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-7992744234066381023?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/7992744234066381023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=7992744234066381023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7992744234066381023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7992744234066381023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/07/despicable-me.html' title='Despicable Me'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIT8Db5GdI/AAAAAAAAC2k/dSl0JvfXrBg/s72-c/Despicable_Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-4112507073598610444</id><published>2010-07-18T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T04:26:15.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>HIS Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;For his birthday this year, we celebrated 3 times. 1st was with his family. His dad cooked steak for all of us and I bought the super yummy 'Perfect Gift' ice cream cake from &lt;a href="http://www.haagendazs.com.my/"&gt;Haagen-Dazs&lt;/a&gt; for everyone to enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIPdi_-UlI/AAAAAAAAC2E/mAfp9mWj7xU/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIPdi_-UlI/AAAAAAAAC2E/mAfp9mWj7xU/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;2nd was on his actual birthday, I took him to &lt;a href="http://www.cafecafe.com.my/main.html"&gt;Cafe Cafe&lt;/a&gt; for dinner. The food there was divine :D But, I ate too much and got too full and fell sick the next day :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIPgpyjeeI/AAAAAAAAC2M/KQyqHg4P6Mo/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIPgpyjeeI/AAAAAAAAC2M/KQyqHg4P6Mo/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;3rd was at &lt;a href="http://www.ecoba.com.my/#/home"&gt;Ecobar&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at the weekend&amp;nbsp;that followed with close friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIPjEFr4-I/AAAAAAAAC2U/Zm4cb8O0GgE/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIPjEFr4-I/AAAAAAAAC2U/Zm4cb8O0GgE/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope he had a good time. He really deserves to be happy and having fun coz he's such a great guy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-4112507073598610444?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/4112507073598610444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=4112507073598610444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4112507073598610444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4112507073598610444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/07/his-birthday.html' title='HIS Birthday!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIPdi_-UlI/AAAAAAAAC2E/mAfp9mWj7xU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-6360171560491968544</id><published>2010-07-18T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T04:15:28.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Travels'/><title type='text'>Phuket! Sun, Sea &amp; Sand... But I Had NONE of That!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Was in Phuket for almost a week for training. Stayed at &lt;a href="http://www.starwoodhotels.com/lemeridien/property/overview/index.html?propertyID=1848"&gt;Le Meridien Hotel&lt;/a&gt;. It was quite far from the happening places and the service didn't live up to my expectations. They put me in a huge room with 3 single beds instead of&amp;nbsp;the king-sized bed room I requested prior to this trip. I called to request for a room change. Then, I was given a room, yes, with a king-sized bed but it was a smoking room! When I specifically requested non-smoking also prior to this trip! There was a humidifier in the room and I was told the smoke smell will be gone in an hour. Which was a lie! Throughout my stay, the smoke stench stayed in the room. And, I had company in my room in the form of ants. The room was infested with them! Arrgghh... And the ironing board was dirty and dusty and the iron&amp;nbsp;was not working when I hadta iron my wrinkled clothes. The best part was when I was told the hotel didn't have an in-house laundry service so I can't get them to express-iron my clothes for me coz they needed to send it to a 3rd party.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; WTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&amp;nbsp;But... I didn't wanna make a fuss so I didn't make any complains. Until a few days ago, when I was sent a survery form again&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt; [I realise the Starwood ppl can be quite persistent when it comes to survey forms]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, asking me to rate the hotel. I was brutally honest, so too bad for them. They asked for it. So now, let's hope they do something about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEILUgAWZcI/AAAAAAAAC10/ke4y5VdKzFw/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEILUgAWZcI/AAAAAAAAC10/ke4y5VdKzFw/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, okay, the hotel wasn't all that bad. I really like their rain-shower. Super love taking long long showers when I was there. I really need to get one of these when I have a house of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I enjoyed the training. Learnt stuff which is useful for my work. Got to know colleagues from all over the region. Food was great. Shopping was fantastic. My bag was too full, till I gotta get a large paperbag to bring all my stuff back to KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was the MD's birthday on our first day of training. After dinner, all of us went to one of the Phuket cafes to celebrate with him. Since everything's on the house, I couldn't resist but to order this though I was quite full:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEILVcxLULI/AAAAAAAAC18/a_pW7HC6jBU/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEILVcxLULI/AAAAAAAAC18/a_pW7HC6jBU/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yummy! So delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing about this trip was, I was cooped up in the training room during the day and didn't get the chance to explore the full facilities the hotel hadta offer, I didn't get to go to the beach nor get some sun nor swim in the pool. All that sucked! Coz there I was in one of the most popular islands in the region and I couldn't do anything that it is famous for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I was not deprieved of shopping... And food. Thai food rocks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-6360171560491968544?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/6360171560491968544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=6360171560491968544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6360171560491968544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6360171560491968544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/07/phuket-sun-sea-sand-but-i-had-none-of.html' title='Phuket! Sun, Sea &amp; Sand... But I Had NONE of That!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEILUgAWZcI/AAAAAAAAC10/ke4y5VdKzFw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-5180674605981051872</id><published>2010-07-18T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T03:56:56.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Cute Cake for Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIKFFRLBRI/AAAAAAAAC1s/gtiAFmD7IJM/s1600/mother%27s+day+2010+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIKFFRLBRI/AAAAAAAAC1s/gtiAFmD7IJM/s320/mother%27s+day+2010+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;saw this cute cake when lunching at my fav cafe and bought it for Mom for Mother's Day. It was yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We had belated Mother's Day dinner a week later at &lt;a href="http://www.schokolart.com/main.html"&gt;Schokolart&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;Solaris Mon't Kiara coz we wanted to wait for Jebb to be back to have dinner together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-5180674605981051872?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/5180674605981051872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=5180674605981051872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5180674605981051872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5180674605981051872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/07/cute-cake-for-mom.html' title='Cute Cake for Mom'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIKFFRLBRI/AAAAAAAAC1s/gtiAFmD7IJM/s72-c/mother%27s+day+2010+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-7022787638672559998</id><published>2010-07-18T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T03:52:34.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Travels'/><title type='text'>The Amazing Race Malacca</title><content type='html'>For those of you who dunno yet, I'm now at my new job for over 3 months. Within these 3 months, I've been really busy learning the ropes of my new role and travelling to Singapore for work. But it's not all work and no play at this new place. In May, we had a company excursion to Malacca. 2 busses from KL and 2 from Singapore travelled to the historic city for 2D1N of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the &lt;a href="http://www.marriott.com/hotels/travel/mkzrn-renaissance-melaka-hotel/"&gt;Renaisance Hotel&lt;/a&gt; in Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIFGuJoAGI/AAAAAAAAC1M/v9nI5fNb43Y/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIFGuJoAGI/AAAAAAAAC1M/v9nI5fNb43Y/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Upon arrival, we had lunch. Then were ushered to the ballroom for speeches, presentations, prize-giving and games&amp;nbsp;before separated into 14 groups for the 'Amazing Race Malacca'. Check out the pics from the 'race':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIFLO9czmI/AAAAAAAAC1U/Vj2ClYPbRLY/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIFLO9czmI/AAAAAAAAC1U/Vj2ClYPbRLY/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was an extremely hot day. By the time the 'race' was over, we were all sweaty and tired from running around Malacca town the whole afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We checked into our rooms and got ready for the 'Kampong' themed dinner. During dinner, there were lots of games and performances. Very funny stuff. The winners of the 'race' were announced and the dinner ended with a group pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIFPiYk8SI/AAAAAAAAC1c/3HUM--MvsPo/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIFPiYk8SI/AAAAAAAAC1c/3HUM--MvsPo/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of the people went partying but my Singaporean colleagues and I opted for a quieter and more relaxed activity ~ foot massage &amp;amp; ear candling. We were tired and it felt so great to have our feet massaged. The massage&amp;nbsp;place we found put us in a private room with our own TV. But, we didn't need the TV. All 3 of us fell asleep. Hope I didn't snore :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIFRLjWHaI/AAAAAAAAC1k/n2dWxga9KfQ/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIFRLjWHaI/AAAAAAAAC1k/n2dWxga9KfQ/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After the massage, while waiting for our cab, there was an incident which I dunno whether to consider funny or insulting. The 3 of us, with disheveled hair, sat slouched and yawning at the entrance of a hotel near the massage place to wait for our cab. We looked far from pretty and attractive. Yet,&amp;nbsp;a few men returning to the hotel saw us and was discussing amongst themselves whether to 'ask' us. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! They thought we were prostitutes!!&lt;strong&gt; OMG&lt;/strong&gt;! Did we look like prostitutes? I am sure whores won't look as simple and plain as how we looked that night. We stood up and walked away before they had the chance to approach us. Stupid a$$e$! Talk so loud and thought we couldn't hear them. See? That's why I said. Dunno if it's considered funny or insulting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Had a good night's sleep when I got back to the hotel and went home the next day js in time for my belated birthday dinner with the girls at Mon't Kiara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-7022787638672559998?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/7022787638672559998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=7022787638672559998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7022787638672559998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7022787638672559998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/07/amazing-race-malacca.html' title='The Amazing Race Malacca'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIFGuJoAGI/AAAAAAAAC1M/v9nI5fNb43Y/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-436854853613622411</id><published>2010-07-18T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T03:30:58.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;For my birthday, Yaacob flew back from Singapore to take me out for dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.nerovivo.com/"&gt;Nerovivo&lt;/a&gt;. I took the day off to pamper myself with my fav self-pampering treats ~ foot massage, hot stone massage &amp;amp; mani-pedi. Then, got ready and waited for Yacs to come pick me up. He was really excited about his present to me coz he spent a lot of time hunting for the right present. He has this thing about presents. He wanna make sure I'll really like it and will use it only he'll feel it's a good present. Anyway, yesss, I luuurve the present he got me. Which girl wouldn't? Thank you so much, honey! For your effort and thoughtfulness :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIB47kBs-I/AAAAAAAAC0k/udGuMZEU3TA/s1600/nerovivo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIB47kBs-I/AAAAAAAAC0k/udGuMZEU3TA/s320/nerovivo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIB6m72QDI/AAAAAAAAC0s/p47aFm9XGIw/s1600/home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIB6m72QDI/AAAAAAAAC0s/p47aFm9XGIw/s320/home.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The weekend after my birthday, Yaacob threw a small party for me at &lt;a href="http://www.ecoba.com.my/"&gt;Ecoba&lt;/a&gt;. He bought the Alexis tiramisu cake for me, one of my fav. What more could a girl ask for? I am really happy and grateful for all the things he did for me. And, thanks to everyone who came. Really appreciate you guys making time to come celebrate with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIB8peSDhI/AAAAAAAAC00/djbAHYkOygM/s1600/ecoba+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIB8peSDhI/AAAAAAAAC00/djbAHYkOygM/s320/ecoba+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIB-pqhd_I/AAAAAAAAC08/UXLrAuJrZz4/s1600/ecoba+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIB-pqhd_I/AAAAAAAAC08/UXLrAuJrZz4/s320/ecoba+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My list of pressies this year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEICCD0vnkI/AAAAAAAAC1E/BMN3RcKx8E8/s1600/presents.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEICCD0vnkI/AAAAAAAAC1E/BMN3RcKx8E8/s320/presents.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehehe... Thank you, everyone! Love the pressies :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-436854853613622411?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/436854853613622411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=436854853613622411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/436854853613622411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/436854853613622411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy birthday to ME!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEIB47kBs-I/AAAAAAAAC0k/udGuMZEU3TA/s72-c/nerovivo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-2062445769231795056</id><published>2010-07-18T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T03:17:11.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Travels'/><title type='text'>Hello again, Addy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to Adelaide again in April for Jebb's graduation. She requested for a 'graduation bear' and Mom managed to find a really cute one for her. So yup, the bear flew all the way from KL to Adelaide and sat with us in the plane cabin. Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Took SIA this time, so we needed to transit in Singapore on the way to and back from Adelaide. We landed really early in the morning and our apartment [we stayed in a service apartment this time coz Jebb's housemate's family were staying at her place, so no more space for us] was not ready yet. OMG, I am not&amp;nbsp;a morning person and I can't function without sleep. So after breakfast, I crashed at the lobby's sofa till we were able to check into our apartment. I got a room by myself... muahahahaa... Mom and Soo slept in the master room and Dad got comfy in the hall, in front of the TV on his bed. Hehe... Good arrangement, right? During our stay this time, I think we got any overdose of the Disney channel coz there were not many other channels we could watch. Each night, we'd sit in front of the TV to watch show after show after show in the Disney channel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, a quick rundown of wad we did during this trip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH-13_3rhI/AAAAAAAACzs/wrAdImbE78Q/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH-13_3rhI/AAAAAAAACzs/wrAdImbE78Q/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 2: It was Mom's birthday! Coincidentally, also Jebb's graduation day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH-7NjmBxI/AAAAAAAACz0/p7czGxC0BEo/s1600/2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH-7NjmBxI/AAAAAAAACz0/p7czGxC0BEo/s320/2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 2: Celebrated Mom's birthday at a Korean restaurant in the evening, after the graduation ceremony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH--QHPyyI/AAAAAAAACz8/gtb98FmJzkc/s1600/2b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH--QHPyyI/AAAAAAAACz8/gtb98FmJzkc/s320/2b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH-_-ePvnI/AAAAAAAAC0E/tNyathfQvYo/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH-_-ePvnI/AAAAAAAAC0E/tNyathfQvYo/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 4:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH_Da2y5jI/AAAAAAAAC0M/dIGb313mCwk/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH_Da2y5jI/AAAAAAAAC0M/dIGb313mCwk/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 5: After picking apples, we went to a studio, dressed up in our nicest to take photos with Jebb in a graduation gown. This is the first time I had a shoot with my family. The experience was... weird. Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH_GTLI2cI/AAAAAAAAC0U/LHi30XTE42Y/s1600/5+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH_GTLI2cI/AAAAAAAAC0U/LHi30XTE42Y/s320/5+.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 6:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH_IHv67uI/AAAAAAAAC0c/aU4KsFeEbio/s1600/6+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH_IHv67uI/AAAAAAAAC0c/aU4KsFeEbio/s320/6+.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mom, Dad, yima &amp;amp; yicheong are planning a trip to Adelaide in Oct. I'm not going coz I think I've enough of Aus already. Wanna go somewhere else. But dunno where yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-2062445769231795056?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/2062445769231795056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=2062445769231795056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2062445769231795056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2062445769231795056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-again-addy.html' title='Hello again, Addy!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH-13_3rhI/AAAAAAAACzs/wrAdImbE78Q/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-2759365181083699339</id><published>2010-07-18T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T03:04:16.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Sam &amp; Indran got Hitched</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;In between both our hectic schedules, with Yacs js back from NZ and before me flying off to Aus then straight to Singapore, we had time to attend Indran &amp;amp; Sam's wedding, also held at 1World Hotel. Sam, ever the fashionista, looked stunning in her trendy gowns. The entire place was decked out according to its 'Mid Summer Night's Dream' theme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH9Yl1cZyI/AAAAAAAACzk/CNfXV3ljze8/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH9Yl1cZyI/AAAAAAAACzk/CNfXV3ljze8/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yaacob got drunk and couldn't stop talking for the entire night. His friend, Alex from Brunei, was at the wedding too coz he knows Indran. After the wedding, we drove down to Velvet with Alison, Lil E &amp;amp; Alex to party. Yaacob was still drunk when we got to Velvet and got drunker when we left. Won't go into details on wad he did &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[which he needed help in remembering]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but now come to think of it, he was quite funny. Haha... Hope Alex had a good time with us and enjoyed his stay in KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-2759365181083699339?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/2759365181083699339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=2759365181083699339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2759365181083699339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2759365181083699339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/07/sam-indran-got-hitched.html' title='Sam &amp; Indran got Hitched'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH9Yl1cZyI/AAAAAAAACzk/CNfXV3ljze8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-1620467720825037591</id><published>2010-07-18T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T02:57:59.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>The long awaited wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally! The long awaited wedding of Stanley &amp;amp; Jo took place in March. Jo was a vision of loveliness in her bridal gear. She was truly a glowing, beautiful bride. The girls all wore pink, which was the dress code, and&amp;nbsp;gathered at&amp;nbsp;Jo's suite at 1World&amp;nbsp;Hotel bright and early. The boys gathered at Stanley &amp;amp; Jo's house in Mutiara Damansara, wearing pink as well, and had breakfast before&amp;nbsp;going to get the bride.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH5bEcf_KI/AAAAAAAACy8/k0s0O_dEPDE/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH5bEcf_KI/AAAAAAAACy8/k0s0O_dEPDE/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;When the groom party arrived, the fun began. Jo was a naughty bride. She ran outta her room to peek through the door to have a look at the guys. Then was rushed back into her room to wait. She kept asking us to take more pics so that she could see what happened outside while she was inside her room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I've gotta say, these bunch of guys were all really sporting. They were not shy at all and were daring enough to do everything we asked. It was really funny and everyone had so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH5d8FnvwI/AAAAAAAACzE/V6bYsSsivHg/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH5d8FnvwI/AAAAAAAACzE/V6bYsSsivHg/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;When we&amp;nbsp;tortured the guys enough, finally the door to the bride's room was opened and Stanley got his reward for all his hard work ~ his beautiful wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH5g723AfI/AAAAAAAACzM/jSWYoLUOAKc/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH5g723AfI/AAAAAAAACzM/jSWYoLUOAKc/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After performing the necessary ceremonial rituals, we drove back to Stanley &amp;amp; Jo's house for them to perform the ceremonial rituals under the guidance of the 'Mak Adam'. I left soon after to rest and get ready for the dinner in the evening coz I am one of the emcees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH5ia00p_I/AAAAAAAACzU/MywAGcZCKbo/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH5ia00p_I/AAAAAAAACzU/MywAGcZCKbo/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Felt a bit nervous emcee-ing for Stanley &amp;amp; Jo's biggest once-in-a-lifetime event. But not as nervous as my partnet-in-crime, Yaacob. He kept requesting to go through the script and rehearse wad we gotta say. Then he walked around and acted all jittery. Finally, he asked for a glass of whiskey to calm his nerves. Hahahaha... It's funny to see him so nervous. And it's a great experience working together with him. I've gotta thank Stanley &amp;amp; Jo for giving me this opportunity to be part of their wedding and for the chance to work with Yacs. It was really meaningful to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH5qLuVWlI/AAAAAAAACzc/tpi2GYhQKCs/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH5qLuVWlI/AAAAAAAACzc/tpi2GYhQKCs/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I met up with many ex-colleagues but didn't get the chance to catch up with them coz of my emcee-ing duties. Got to eat in between announcing stuff. Jo looked stunning in her evening gown. And Stanley very smart in his suit. I love the decor&amp;nbsp; and table arrangement in the ballroom. Very intimate and cosy. All in all, it was a great wedding and I wish with all my heart nothing but the very best for the newlyweds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-1620467720825037591?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1620467720825037591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1620467720825037591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1620467720825037591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1620467720825037591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-awaited-wedding.html' title='The long awaited wedding'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH5bEcf_KI/AAAAAAAACy8/k0s0O_dEPDE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-2795964800262724397</id><published>2010-07-18T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T02:41:11.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Another super overdue post on CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;During CNY, met up with the crazy gang for dinner at Oriental Restaurant at Jaya 33. Gagaks was super efficient in organizing the dinner. Within hours she booked a table and settled the menu for us. Tq, Gagaks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;But when we got there, we found out that there was a company dinner going on in the restaurant. We were seated near the speaker, so for the whole night, we hadta shout at each other to be heard coz it was too noisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Check out the food we had...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH3ZtYi7eI/AAAAAAAACyk/m-_qYn4Mg1A/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH3ZtYi7eI/AAAAAAAACyk/m-_qYn4Mg1A/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Gagaks behaved as if it's her wedding dinner. Took the time to go around the table to take pics with everyone. Kept asking me to snap pics of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH3eI-fTyI/AAAAAAAACys/SvAvdf0R564/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH3eI-fTyI/AAAAAAAACys/SvAvdf0R564/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After dinner, we walked Chloe to her bf's car. I think her bf will think we're all crazy, especially Gagaks coz of her mad antics as he drove off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We then went to Vintry to chill out, chit chat and have some wine. Gagaks and layanMei wore black &amp;amp; white striped tops, so they kinda looked as if they were wearing the same outfits. As usual, Gagaks entertained us with her craziness. Hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH3iwYzjWI/AAAAAAAACy0/dSfvscuqu9c/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH3iwYzjWI/AAAAAAAACy0/dSfvscuqu9c/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I always have fun when I'm with them. All of them are funny and crazy in their own way :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-2795964800262724397?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/2795964800262724397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=2795964800262724397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2795964800262724397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2795964800262724397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-super-overdue-post-on-cny.html' title='Another super overdue post on CNY'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEH3ZtYi7eI/AAAAAAAACyk/m-_qYn4Mg1A/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-4868285450567430164</id><published>2010-07-17T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T22:07:59.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Travels'/><title type='text'>Super Duper Long Overdue Entry &amp; Piccies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I've not updated this blog for a long time. That's coz I was super busy with work and lots of travelling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, since I've time now, I'll update &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the super duper overdue entries and piccies from the last 6 months. So, be warned that there's gonne be lotsa lotsa pics and posts on happenings and stuff dating way back in Dec 2009. Hehehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll start with my Dec trip to Aus. The entire family flew there to attend Jebb's declaration ceremony. And we thought, since we're already there, might as well spend some time there and explore Australia. So, other than Adelaide, we went to Gold Coast &amp;amp; Melbourne. Had lots of great food, and lots of fun sight-seeing and of coz, shopping ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll let the pics do the talking to elaborate what a fun and great trip this had been. We were there slightly over half a month. 17 days to be exact. So, here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxBsEMJlI/AAAAAAAACvc/TXbvvJZR8OA/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxBsEMJlI/AAAAAAAACvc/TXbvvJZR8OA/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxHnOauLI/AAAAAAAACvk/betYJGkrQ10/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxHnOauLI/AAAAAAAACvk/betYJGkrQ10/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxMfIsSNI/AAAAAAAACvs/eWRaVh81PZ4/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxMfIsSNI/AAAAAAAACvs/eWRaVh81PZ4/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 4: 1st stop ~ DreamWorld&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxS-KPumI/AAAAAAAACv0/VVeX37RPqAA/s1600/4a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxS-KPumI/AAAAAAAACv0/VVeX37RPqAA/s320/4a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 4: 2nd stop ~ MovieWorld&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxZ9rq3lI/AAAAAAAACv8/f25LK8dVcCk/s1600/4b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxZ9rq3lI/AAAAAAAACv8/f25LK8dVcCk/s320/4b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 5: 1st stop ~ Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxinQKRJI/AAAAAAAACwE/IsAVIzvG9hg/s1600/5ai.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxinQKRJI/AAAAAAAACwE/IsAVIzvG9hg/s320/5ai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxpWcH0VI/AAAAAAAACwM/YKV8OxmFOes/s1600/5aii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxpWcH0VI/AAAAAAAACwM/YKV8OxmFOes/s320/5aii.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 5: 2nd stop ~ The beach &amp;amp; 3rd stop ~ Gold Coast city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxtBk60DI/AAAAAAAACwU/5Ba1DnqvZXM/s1600/5b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxtBk60DI/AAAAAAAACwU/5Ba1DnqvZXM/s320/5b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 6: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxwxcck5I/AAAAAAAACwc/rzbpyk-5wIw/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxwxcck5I/AAAAAAAACwc/rzbpyk-5wIw/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 7:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGx2qAL1VI/AAAAAAAACwk/Ol6c3vFQu2I/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGx2qAL1VI/AAAAAAAACwk/Ol6c3vFQu2I/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 8:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGx56jLhSI/AAAAAAAACws/4ieFvUJhvQE/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGx56jLhSI/AAAAAAAACws/4ieFvUJhvQE/s320/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 9:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGx_4JH9yI/AAAAAAAACw0/scgDK3zPwP8/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGx_4JH9yI/AAAAAAAACw0/scgDK3zPwP8/s320/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 10: 1st stop ~ Sky High, Mount Dandenong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyGE4lOSI/AAAAAAAACw8/I31L6lH-uAs/s1600/10a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyGE4lOSI/AAAAAAAACw8/I31L6lH-uAs/s320/10a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 10: 2nd stop ~ Sassafras &amp;amp; 3rd stop ~ Melbourne city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyKgH3-3I/AAAAAAAACxE/XGpKiVBMvkk/s1600/10b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyKgH3-3I/AAAAAAAACxE/XGpKiVBMvkk/s320/10b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.birches.com.au/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; was where we stayed in Melbourne. Do NOT ever stay at this place. They're a rip-off, the receptionist was rude and do not trust the lovely pics you see at their website coz the real deal was extremely disappointing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyLx8Ah7I/AAAAAAAACxM/fKAuLwXUBNk/s1600/10c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyLx8Ah7I/AAAAAAAACxM/fKAuLwXUBNk/s320/10c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 11:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyQRliuSI/AAAAAAAACxU/lyEI_YlVhqI/s1600/11a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyQRliuSI/AAAAAAAACxU/lyEI_YlVhqI/s320/11a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyWjM0B5I/AAAAAAAACxc/tNy22NORSKg/s1600/11b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyWjM0B5I/AAAAAAAACxc/tNy22NORSKg/s320/11b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 12:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyYK2KCzI/AAAAAAAACxk/ei08V_R-0V0/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyYK2KCzI/AAAAAAAACxk/ei08V_R-0V0/s320/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 13:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyaeZFT3I/AAAAAAAACxs/9wfEYj2O3zU/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyaeZFT3I/AAAAAAAACxs/9wfEYj2O3zU/s320/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 14:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyfgl_ywI/AAAAAAAACx0/vMqIouGnS7o/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyfgl_ywI/AAAAAAAACx0/vMqIouGnS7o/s320/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 15:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyjbGs3dI/AAAAAAAACx8/5pgErFKUhDU/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyjbGs3dI/AAAAAAAACx8/5pgErFKUhDU/s320/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 16: 1st stop ~ Hahndorf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyoVD0G7I/AAAAAAAACyE/4ZZD5pJMueI/s1600/16a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyoVD0G7I/AAAAAAAACyE/4ZZD5pJMueI/s320/16a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 16: 2nd stop ~ Strawberry Farm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGys1jyHbI/AAAAAAAACyM/dskvGki1ZWA/s1600/16b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGys1jyHbI/AAAAAAAACyM/dskvGki1ZWA/s320/16b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 16: 3rd stop ~ Adelaide city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGywE_2x8I/AAAAAAAACyU/ho5v7VDlChQ/s1600/16c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGywE_2x8I/AAAAAAAACyU/ho5v7VDlChQ/s320/16c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 17:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyywLgTKI/AAAAAAAACyc/MfTU2L26WJ8/s1600/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGyywLgTKI/AAAAAAAACyc/MfTU2L26WJ8/s320/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;More posts to come... Gotta go haf drinks with the Gagaks now. Continue blogging when&amp;nbsp;I get back later ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-4868285450567430164?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/4868285450567430164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=4868285450567430164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4868285450567430164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4868285450567430164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/07/super-duper-long-overdue-entry-piccies.html' title='Super Duper Long Overdue Entry &amp; Piccies!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/TEGxBsEMJlI/AAAAAAAACvc/TXbvvJZR8OA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-7978260388725548088</id><published>2010-05-28T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:47:51.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>Jo claims that I'm M.I.A. I know, I know! Been super occupied with work, travelling and a million other things. No time to FB, blog, tweet, etc... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even have time to meet my frens [still owe Jo &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for Jovin's birthday pressie, hahahaha... long overdue. I hope she doesn't charge interest ;P]!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really&amp;nbsp;need to manage my time properly. And make more effort to keep in touch with my friends. And also to exercise more often. And to read my books, which are mounting up like a mini Everest in my room. And to work on my plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganbate!! I can do ittttt!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-7978260388725548088?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/7978260388725548088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=7978260388725548088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7978260388725548088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7978260388725548088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/05/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-2710487770440616224</id><published>2010-04-29T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T02:13:05.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Today, I Turn 2*!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S9h6Sr-mK1I/AAAAAAAACvY/6qlmO9V7mqQ/s1600/me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S9h6Sr-mK1I/AAAAAAAACvY/6qlmO9V7mqQ/s320/me.jpg" tt="true" width="212" /&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/3651362535662319355-2710487770440616224?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/2710487770440616224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=2710487770440616224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2710487770440616224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2710487770440616224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-i-turn-2.html' title='Today, I Turn 2*!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S9h6Sr-mK1I/AAAAAAAACvY/6qlmO9V7mqQ/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-450945617596928715</id><published>2010-04-10T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:49:12.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Chai!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Spent CNY eve and the first few days of CNY at aunty's place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Too many cars in the hse. Need to re-park the cars. This is my first time seeing my lil sis get into the Waja's driver's seat. Usually she's at the passenger seat or the back seat. So, while she's moving the car, I grabbed my camera and snapped away. This is like a HUGE moment in the history of our family. Coz she's usually so scared of driving any car bigger than a Kancil. Hahaha... A MUST photo opp moment! So proud of you, Soo ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S79YR5j-B9I/AAAAAAAACu4/g8QXqsCeGLc/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S79YR5j-B9I/AAAAAAAACu4/g8QXqsCeGLc/s320/1.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Wad did we do the entire time we were there? Slept, ate, slept, ate, went to salon to wash hair, slept and ate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yea... And watched TV, sat on the massage chair and played rummy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S79YToaHGGI/AAAAAAAACvA/RdNT7HGL38M/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S79YToaHGGI/AAAAAAAACvA/RdNT7HGL38M/s320/2.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We hired a couple of 'lions' to dance in the house... Very 'ong'... They danced all over... In the compound, in the hall, right to the kitchen then back to the hall and out the compound again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S79YYeqD0dI/AAAAAAAACvI/qBBi_P3oBZY/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S79YYeqD0dI/AAAAAAAACvI/qBBi_P3oBZY/s320/3.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My lil nephew was not afraid of the loud noise from the lion dance. He just observed the entire thing quietly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Look at how cute he is!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S79YZhKCUVI/AAAAAAAACvQ/veu5Tl0iAhA/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S79YZhKCUVI/AAAAAAAACvQ/veu5Tl0iAhA/s320/4.jpg" wt="true" /&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/3651362535662319355-450945617596928715?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/450945617596928715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=450945617596928715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/450945617596928715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/450945617596928715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/04/gong-xi-fa-chai.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Chai!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S79YR5j-B9I/AAAAAAAACu4/g8QXqsCeGLc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-4434982502996955594</id><published>2010-02-25T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T01:49:44.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On Beauty ~ Nails'/><title type='text'>Bad Mani/Pedi Session :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Went for a manicure and pedicure in 1U today with lil sis. Didn't call to book at Color Culture &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[note to self: from now onwards, MUST remember to call and book for nail appointments!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and they were full. Walked around the mall to check out the other nail shops and all of them were full except Missy Nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I wanted to do my nails so badly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[drove all the way there for it!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I decided to do it in Missy Nails. It was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My pedi was alright... Love the color...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S4VdzS-M5wI/AAAAAAAACug/K2giX_b_vgw/s1600-h/nails+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S4VdzS-M5wI/AAAAAAAACug/K2giX_b_vgw/s320/nails+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;But my mani was awful. The lady who did my mani was kinda crazy, I think. She was very rough when removing my cuticles, cut very deep and it hurt. By the time she was done cleaning my nails, my right thumb had 2 cuts and 1 of it was bleeding quite a bit. Painful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S4Vd02UDYwI/AAAAAAAACuo/ssTTSeNcmmc/s1600-h/nails+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S4Vd02UDYwI/AAAAAAAACuo/ssTTSeNcmmc/s320/nails+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Without putting&amp;nbsp;any hand lotion&amp;nbsp;on my hands &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[which most nail salons do when I go for a manicure]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she started applying base coat on my nails. Then, she wanted to paint my fingernails the exact same color as my toenails. I told her I wanted a different color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"But your nails are so nice! It'll look better if you have it the same color as your toenails. Darker. The lighter color is not as nice,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;"Urm.. No, I'll stick to the color I chose for my fingernails,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"Ok, as you like! You wanna try new color? Ok! Make my job easier. Darker color is harder to paint anyway!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;she huffed, annoyed that I refused to listen to her and have my nails the same color as my toenails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;She then proceeded to paint 2 coats of polish. After she was done, she examined her work, then exclaimed, &lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok, this color looks alright as well."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then, put my hands in a machine to help the polish dry... With just 2 coats of polish, without the topcoat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I was thinking, ok, maybe she wanted to dry my nails a bit then apply the topcoat. But no! She didn't! In the end, when her colleague came to check on me and told me I am done, I was quite appalled. No topcoat? I told the girl that I didn't have topcoat on and she looked quite shocked. After checking my nails closely, she apologised and quickly applied the topcoat for me. I then hadta wait another 5-10 minutes for my nails to dry before I could leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;As for my lil sister, the girl doing her pedicure cut and pulled out a lot of dead skin deep within the sides of her toenails. It was really painful for her and one of her toes was bleeding &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[and now it's red and &amp;nbsp;swollen]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was my lil sister's first time having her nails done and I feel quite bad taking her to such a lousy shop. Must have totally ruined her first experience in a nail shop. Not only was the work bad, the manicurists in the shop were rough, brash and totally ignorant about their customers. They chatted with one another loudly while working. When their mobilephones rang, they'd stop&amp;nbsp;tending to&amp;nbsp;us and&amp;nbsp;answered their&amp;nbsp;calls.&amp;nbsp;While waiting for our polish to dry, they&amp;nbsp;ate in front of us, talked and laughed and one of them was watching a show in her laptop. Goodness!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;When we were walking out the shop, my sister told me the girl who did her nails was very gentle and when I asked her did the girl apply hand lotion for her, she said yes. Which means, my crazy manicurist not only forgot my topcoat, she forgot my hand lotion as well. The polish was not painted on well and there are bubbles on it. Sigh... Can't believe I paid RM160 for such crappy work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This will be the first and last time I'll ever go to this nail shop again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-4434982502996955594?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/4434982502996955594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=4434982502996955594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4434982502996955594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4434982502996955594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-manipedi-session.html' title='Bad Mani/Pedi Session :('/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S4VdzS-M5wI/AAAAAAAACug/K2giX_b_vgw/s72-c/nails+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-96349829249154677</id><published>2010-02-22T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T01:41:40.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I HATE/ CANNOT STAND/ WANNA KILL... [WARNING-Total b****ing session ahead. Proceed with caution]'/><title type='text'>People who Think They Can Get Away with Anything!!</title><content type='html'>In the past week, I've discovered 2 very disturbing things. I am appalled that there are such despicable humans in this world. More disturbing is the fact that these individuals are not some unknown person from some other part of the world who made headlines in news for some crazy crime they committed. These people are close to home. They might even share mutual friends with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Urgh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally disgusted. What I really hate are people who lie and spread malicious, unbased and untrue rumours. What I hate more are people who do this to selfishly protect themselves. To cover-up their own hateful doings, they create stories to defame other people so as to make themselves the innocent victim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe in karma. And what goes around will come around. And as life goes on, the truth will be revealed as to who the real innocents really are. Coz those who do bad will deserve ultimately bad ending. And those who do good will have good lives, enriched with loved ones and happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advise to such repugnant humans: If you wanna create a lie, be consistent about it with your behaviour. Coz, it's really dumb to accuse someone of doing something bad to you,&amp;nbsp;then be seen making so much effort trying to get that person's attention by constantly parading yourself around that person whenever you know both of you are in the same place. I mean, come on, common sense. If someone did something bad to you, would you even wanna share the same space? Wouldn't you feel disgusted just by knowing you're both breathing the same air in the same room? Won't you go to great lengths not to bump into that person? Wouldn't it be weird if you're seen saying hi to that person and desperately try to make yourself seen hoping that a conversation will ensue? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have eyes and they can see what you're doing. Since you have the habit of being over-eager for attention and behave in a way as to try to capture as much attention as you can, of coz people will notice what you're doing. Who are you trying to kid? Yourself? Maybe ignorant, less sharp people might believe you. But the majority will be able to see clearly the truth. If almost everyone label you a certain way and even have a nickname for you, surely you must have done something to deserve that. But if you wanna go on making a fool of yourself, maybe now it might be unclear that you are indeed a fool, but time will certainly show what you truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, there is a good reason why a person refuses to speak to you. Especially when that person usually speaks to everyone else, even the most difficult, ignorant, awkward individuals. Surely there is something seriously wrong with you as to why you're not even worth the time to be talked to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll get wadever you deserve. Enjoy your life of lies and fakeness while you can. Coz one day you'll be stripped of whatever facade you're hiding behind, everything including the 10-inch&amp;nbsp;paint that's eternally plastered on your face, and the true pathetic, desperate and delusional creature you really are will be revealed. When you're mocked and ousted and laughed at, I will remind myself of all that you've done,&amp;nbsp;and I will make sure there is not a shred of sympathy in my heart for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it mysterious how some people can wrong others so much yet, be able to have a restful sleep at night. And still go on with life happily as though whatever they did to hurt another person is right. Don't they feel guilt? No conscience, wadsoever?? Amazing... Are they even worthy to be considered humans then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not even of legal age yet goes and steals someone else's bf of more than 7 years and can go around announcing it proudly that you've won, don't you think that's wrong? What's makes this even worse is that the guy you stole is 8 years your senior. Doesn't that make him a paedophile? A loser who can't get someone his own age, thus, resorts to conning a teen to be with him? If he's successful and has the ability to think maturely, wouldn't he be able to score with women his age rather than to go with an underaged girl? And to go around gloating about&amp;nbsp;your '&lt;em&gt;victory&lt;/em&gt;'&amp;nbsp;and glower nastily at the poor ex whenever she unfortunately runs into the 2 of you, that's just behaviour that earns a ticket straight to hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll excuse your inability to decipher the entire situation rationally due to your young age, eventhough your skanky behaviour and slutty dressing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[it is not alright to leave the house&amp;nbsp;not&amp;nbsp;wearing&amp;nbsp;a bra!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;surely does not reflect your true age. But seriously, a guy who's so&amp;nbsp;chicken and cowardly that he doesn't even have the guts to: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) tell his then-gf&amp;nbsp;face-to-face that he wants to breakup with her&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt; [they've been together for years, that's the least he could do! After cheating on her with you!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) break the news via a phone call&lt;br /&gt;c) tell her via sms&lt;br /&gt;d) inform her via email &lt;br /&gt;e) resort to snail mail to do the deed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and instead chose to just disappear and run away from the problem, it he even worth your time? I am having serious doubts as to whether he's really a&amp;nbsp;male or maybe a female in disguise with this kinda chicken behaviour. A real man will face his problems and no matter how ugly the situation may be, he will still face it bravely. A loser posing as a man will run away. And this guy, unfortunately, is the latter type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To further prove his worthlessness and how loser-ish he is, he can't even hold his head high whenever he runs into his ex's friends! He lowers his head and looks down and try to&amp;nbsp;slink away quickly whenever he encounters them. What do you see in a guy like that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it takes one to know one. You probably deserve him coz you're not that much better than him. From whatever you display about yourself, I can already tell what kind of uncouthed, vulgar, brash, selfish, slutty trash you are. Go on with the lifestyle and the choice of words you enjoy using. You're still young. In a few years, let's see if you still look the way you&amp;nbsp;do now. Let's see if you can still lead a care-free, guilt-free life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I do not know you personally and you did me no wrong directly, I stand by my opinion of you as a lowlife b***h. Why? Coz you hurt a good person. I saw her suffer. I saw her pain. I also saw how she struggled to mantain a dignified outlook in life, refusing to speak ill of both of you even though she has every right to tell her story. I saw her trying her best to move on and have a better life. I saw how you ruined her happiness. I saw how she slowly changed a little. So yes! Though you didn't do anything to me nor know me, I think you deserve all the bad that'll eventually come to you! I feel strongly about people like you, who go around selfishly hurting others for your own happiness and gain and&amp;nbsp;think you can get away with it. Irresponsible. Inconsiderate. Some day, you will experience it. Whatever you did to others. And I hope it'll be soon so that life proves to be fair and just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I just want my friend back, just as how she&amp;nbsp;used to be&amp;nbsp;before you showed up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-96349829249154677?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/96349829249154677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=96349829249154677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/96349829249154677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/96349829249154677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/02/people-with-think-they-can-get-away.html' title='People who Think They Can Get Away with Anything!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-1051668919015860489</id><published>2010-02-10T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:53:55.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Dong Dong Chiang! Gong Xi Fa Chai!!</title><content type='html'>Ooohh... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is just around the corner! Am gonna stuff myself silly with all the cookies and goodies ;) Let's hope I gain a few kilos by all the snacking &lt;em&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've good good news galore! The happiest and most exciting one will be sweet Alison's engagement. I'm so happy for her!! Her bf and her have been together for ages, and despite the distance&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;[she's in KL while he's in Sydney]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, they manage to keep their relationship alive, and they are so sweet together. Now, they're engaged to be married. Can't wait to hear the full details of the proposal tomorrow when I meet Alison for dinner. I'm always amazed by how creative some guys are with their proposals. Where do they get all these ideas??!! Hmmm... Well I guess when you're so in love, all the creativity just comes to you when it comes to the business of getting the girl to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;'Yes'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good news is, I'm so happy I am getting progress, even though slow progress, on my&lt;strong&gt; 'plans'&lt;/strong&gt;. And there are a few opportunities&amp;nbsp;knocking at my door at the moment. Am quite flattered and excited at the same time. Am working hard to ensure I don't miss any and will make the most of it. I'm not one to waste away good opportunities. Might never know when I'll be lucky to get any again in the future. So, wish me luck and hopefully things will work out great ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is just around the corner. Am going to my aunt's place in T.A. to celebrate with my family. Happy! Happy! Love going back to T.A. Good food. The house's great. The baby's gonna be there this year. Hopefully, I'll be able to carry him around this time without him bawling. Games of &lt;em&gt;'rummy' &lt;/em&gt;with my cousin and sis. Ang paus! Yes, all the ang paus to receive from my relatives. Hahaahaha... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am really counting my blessings and feeling grateful for all the good things in my life. I feel truly blessed sometimes. Will work hard to make sure I earn all these instead of just taking it all for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Chai, everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Have a Happy Blessed Chinese New Year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-1051668919015860489?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1051668919015860489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1051668919015860489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1051668919015860489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1051668919015860489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/02/dong-dong-chiang-gong-xi-fa-chai.html' title='Dong Dong Chiang! Gong Xi Fa Chai!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-2681227984946485279</id><published>2010-02-08T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T02:22:46.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Bestie's Belated Birthday Celebration @ WIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S28DKvTBUHI/AAAAAAAACuY/Hw-4npIH6LA/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S28DKvTBUHI/AAAAAAAACuY/Hw-4npIH6LA/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Had belated birthday dinner with bestie the day after her birthday at WIP, BSC. She shares the same birthday as my lil nephew, and due to family obligations, couldn't celebrated with her on the actual day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Joanne was a dear and spent the afternoon looking for a nice lil cake for Lil J. Come 7.30pm, I drove the girls to BSC for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The night started really good. Joanne, thoughtful as always, brought along her polaroid camera to snap precious moments during dinner for bestie to keep. Had great food, great conversations. It was truly a good girls night out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The incident happened. Which spoiled the night for bestie. Even though she didn't say anything about it, I can tell by her eyes. And how she wasn't really smiling from her heart when we took pics of her opening her pressies and blowing the candle off her cake. Sigh... Wish it didn't happen but it did. I believe sometimes things like this happen for a reason and there's really nothing we can do about it. Anyways, it can be fixed. Or replaced. But I know how she musta felt. I'd be damn pissed off and sakit hati too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And to top off the uncomfy-ness, one of the pressies I bought her, the highlight of all my pressies, is something she already has... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, at least she likes the earrings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hopefully, any untoward incidents end on that night and this year brings her joy and all that she wishes for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-2681227984946485279?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/2681227984946485279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=2681227984946485279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2681227984946485279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2681227984946485279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/02/besties-belated-birthday-celebration.html' title='Bestie&apos;s Belated Birthday Celebration @ WIP'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S28DKvTBUHI/AAAAAAAACuY/Hw-4npIH6LA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-8353430943517506843</id><published>2010-02-08T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T02:14:13.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Bf's last weekend in KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;He was back for a month and now he's gone again. Back to Brunei for work :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to KL Life to party during his last weekend in KL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S28BMBtcqZI/AAAAAAAACuI/EEWinfLGg1s/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S28BMBtcqZI/AAAAAAAACuI/EEWinfLGg1s/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S28BPoe346I/AAAAAAAACuQ/qBP2DcpsTis/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S28BPoe346I/AAAAAAAACuQ/qBP2DcpsTis/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Surprisingly, I was drinking whiskey almost the whole night and I didn't gag or feel like throwing up, which I usually do whenever I&amp;nbsp;catch even a whiff of this particular liquor. Hmmm... Reason why I was having whiskey was coz vodka was not available. And after many many glasses, surprisingly, I was not drunk. Turned red, yes, a wee bit tipsy, yes, but not drunk. Strange...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Had quite an ok night. I was missing him already the moment I got outta his car at the end of the night. Wish he'll be back soon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-8353430943517506843?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/8353430943517506843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=8353430943517506843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/8353430943517506843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/8353430943517506843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/02/bfs-last-weekend-in-kl.html' title='Bf&apos;s last weekend in KL'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S28BMBtcqZI/AAAAAAAACuI/EEWinfLGg1s/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-1730649858037438164</id><published>2010-02-08T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T02:05:52.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>He Turns 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S27_56bjpPI/AAAAAAAACuA/0QP57iAROJA/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S27_56bjpPI/AAAAAAAACuA/0QP57iAROJA/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Lil nephew Ver Ron turns 1 last week. Time really flies. Seems like only yesterday we celebrated his arrival into the world at the hospital. In a blink of an eye, he's already 1 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;He's growing up to be a very good-looking lil boy. But a bit too manja. Cries at almost everything. Hmmm... Hopefully he'll toughen up when he's a bit older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The family had dinner at Tai Thong then proceeded back home to cut the cake. I downed the entire glass of cheap red wine at the restaurant and turned bright red &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[as can be seen in the pics]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Still managed to cam-whore a bit with cousin and lil sis before rushing to get ready to party :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-1730649858037438164?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1730649858037438164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1730649858037438164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1730649858037438164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1730649858037438164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/02/he-turns-1.html' title='He Turns 1!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S27_56bjpPI/AAAAAAAACuA/0QP57iAROJA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-4059390259201040416</id><published>2010-01-18T17:03:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T01:59:55.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Penang Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Drove up to Penang for the weekend. We stayed at Eastin Hotel, which is located near the bridge and walking distance from Queensbay Mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The mall was &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt;. Walked in it a bit then headed out for some yummy Penang food. We wanted to go to McAlister Road for the famous Char Kuey Tiew but the GPS wasn't working properly coz it couldn't get reception inside Loo's car. We sesat for a while but managed to find the place in the end, thanks to the human GPS, Lam Wai Ming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I had &lt;em&gt;Ais Kacang,&lt;/em&gt; fried oysters and shared &lt;em&gt;Assam Laksa&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Char Kuey Tiew&lt;/em&gt; with Yaacob. Everyone was quite full but for me it was not enough. I love Penang food and was eager for more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Went back to the hotel to rest before dinner. Lam held sorta like a briefing session for all of us to run through the evening's plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Lam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; "Ok everybody, dinner is at 7pm, we come back to the hotel to change and get ready at 9pm and then, go&amp;nbsp;party at 10pm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After that he hadta repeat himself coz Yaacob wasn't listening and Jessie wasn't there. So he repeated the entire thing with Jessie on the phone and Yaacob beside him &lt;strong&gt;*LOL*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This is us, right before we stepped outta the room to meet the others in the lobby for dinner. This is our 2nd Penang trip. I think we should come to&amp;nbsp;Penang more often coz I really love the local food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S1QbtzoetAI/AAAAAAAACtQ/nKehFaw_IwM/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S1QbtzoetAI/AAAAAAAACtQ/nKehFaw_IwM/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dinner was at Teluk Kumbar. Quite far from the hotel. It's like Jimbaran in Bali, where you dine at the beach with sand at your feet. Only, the beach at Jimbaran was bigger, wider and nicer. The view of the sunset during dinner was breathtaking! Check out the pic below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S1QbvUFqGgI/AAAAAAAACtY/V8Nplu7-efE/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S1QbvUFqGgI/AAAAAAAACtY/V8Nplu7-efE/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to&amp;nbsp;AutoCity Juru at the mainland to party. Had great fun. It was Loo's birthday so everybody made him drink lots. At the end of the night, he was drunk. I think everyone had a great time, had a bit too much to drink, so, was a bit tipsy towards the end. The&amp;nbsp;party ended at 2am, which was a bit too early for us. So we went to a club nearby&amp;nbsp;for after-party before heading back to the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S27-_ZvBxTI/AAAAAAAACt4/7TtKY0WuE2I/s1600-h/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S27-_ZvBxTI/AAAAAAAACt4/7TtKY0WuE2I/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S1Qb-VMVsvI/AAAAAAAACto/k-cYS4uzkLM/s1600-h/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S1Qb-VMVsvI/AAAAAAAACto/k-cYS4uzkLM/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S1QcBsu3QkI/AAAAAAAACtw/XPzW9diCZoU/s1600-h/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S1QcBsu3QkI/AAAAAAAACtw/XPzW9diCZoU/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Woke up at about 11am the next day. Missed breakfast :(&amp;nbsp;Luckily, I didn't have a hangover. Everybody else was still sleeping, so our plans to have &lt;em&gt;Nasi Kandar&lt;/em&gt; and the power steamed fish that Lam was talking about tak jadi. Hmmm... Maybe next time. Checked out then headed back to KL. &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/3651362535662319355-4059390259201040416?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/4059390259201040416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=4059390259201040416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4059390259201040416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4059390259201040416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/01/penang-for-dunhill-define-event.html' title='Penang Weekend!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S1QbtzoetAI/AAAAAAAACtQ/nKehFaw_IwM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-2781787422664412194</id><published>2010-01-18T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:28:24.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Our 3rd Anniversary Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;For our anniversary this year, we decided to stay in and have a home-cooked dinner instead of the usual &lt;em&gt;'going-out-for-dinner-at-a-fancy-place'&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Since Yaacob has never cooked for me&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt; [except for Maggi Mee, which doesn't count!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the 3 years that we're together, it means so much more to me that we prepare the meal together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;With some help &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[ok, actually a &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOT&lt;/span&gt; of help]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from his parents, who are both excellent at cooking, we had a fantastic time getting the food ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We had mushroom soup, salad with thousand island dressing made by Yaacob's mom, mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, steak with brown sauce&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt; [also made by Yaacob's mom]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; ice cream for dessert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My contribution? The 2 pints of Baskin Robbins ice cream and the salad. I helped cut, wash and prepare the vegetables. Yaacob helped make the soup and he sorta helped cook the steak as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S1QWr3n97FI/AAAAAAAACtA/xVt-kOUyx38/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S1QWr3n97FI/AAAAAAAACtA/xVt-kOUyx38/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After dinner, we watched &lt;em&gt;'The Time Traveller's Wife'&lt;/em&gt; on DVD while enjoying soft-baked chewy chocolate chip cookies and milk. The movie is very touching. I cried at the end of the movie coz the ending was so sad :( Now I feel like getting the book to see which is better, the book or the movie. I like comparing stuff like this :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I really enjoyed myself. This beats going out for dinner anytime. I have a great time in the kitchen getting the food ready, I enjoyed having dinner with his family and stayin in for quality time with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S1QWtFqAhDI/AAAAAAAACtI/FAtuxz0xchI/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S1QWtFqAhDI/AAAAAAAACtI/FAtuxz0xchI/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3651362535662319355-2781787422664412194?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/2781787422664412194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=2781787422664412194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2781787422664412194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2781787422664412194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-3rd-anniversary-celebration.html' title='Our 3rd Anniversary Celebration'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S1QWr3n97FI/AAAAAAAACtA/xVt-kOUyx38/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-1705934587249272355</id><published>2010-01-11T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T03:33:59.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>For 2010...</title><content type='html'>For 2010, I am not gonna make a long list of resolutions. I just wanna set out and do wad I've always wanted to do and give myself this year to make it happen. If it doesn't, hey, at least I tried to follow my heart and my dreams and gave it my 100%! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also strive to be healthier. Lead a healthier lifestyle. Exercise more. Eat more. Gain weight. Sick of always being told I'm skinny. Hello! This is my body! I have a mirror at home. Even if I don't, of coz I know I've lost weight coz the clothes that used to fit me well are now loose. I'm also trying hard to gain weight. I'm also stressed coz of this. So, zip it! I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; try to gain more weight. Not because of anyone, coz of myself. So, leave me alone and don't tell me things I already know i.e. &lt;em&gt;"You lost weight! You should eat more."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duh...&lt;/strong&gt; Like I don't realise that and like I'm not planning to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, it's a pretty short list. But, then again, why make a long long list of resolutions that you'll only lose track of and forget and end up not achieving any? Just make a few that you really wanna achieve so you can focus and go all out and work towards it. That's wad I'm gonna do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-1705934587249272355?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1705934587249272355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1705934587249272355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1705934587249272355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1705934587249272355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-2010.html' title='For 2010...'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-1262585615354258341</id><published>2010-01-11T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T03:11:29.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>It's Almost 3 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0olShvRL6I/AAAAAAAACs4/oh-sePz-uc0/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0olShvRL6I/AAAAAAAACs4/oh-sePz-uc0/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yup... Time really flies... We're gonna be 3 in a couple of days... But to me, it feels as if we've been together much longer... Dunno why... Are we turning into an old couple already? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;May the days ahead of us be filled with much love and happiness...&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/3651362535662319355-1262585615354258341?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1262585615354258341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1262585615354258341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1262585615354258341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1262585615354258341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-almost-3-years.html' title='It&apos;s Almost 3 Years'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0olShvRL6I/AAAAAAAACs4/oh-sePz-uc0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-1166033932978189121</id><published>2010-01-11T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T03:06:22.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Ginger Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0ojfH135mI/AAAAAAAACsw/f4CYdbai23E/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0ojfH135mI/AAAAAAAACsw/f4CYdbai23E/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Missed my baby so much when I was away... Though she's super naughty, I still love her to bits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-1166033932978189121?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1166033932978189121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1166033932978189121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1166033932978189121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1166033932978189121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/01/ginger-baby.html' title='Ginger Baby'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0ojfH135mI/AAAAAAAACsw/f4CYdbai23E/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-637020693027391456</id><published>2010-01-11T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:58:45.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Reunion with Batchmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been more than 5 years since I've met some of my batchmates. Was so glad to meet them last week! Thanks to Kelley and Peter for organizing the reunion. So much have changed. Most have quit and are now doing their own things in different paths. Most are married and are mothers. Wow!! So fast time flies. It seems only yesterday we were all still in training school. All single and young. Sigh... Gotta admit, I do feel old&lt;strong&gt; :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0ohTTt1hOI/AAAAAAAACsg/NUoEeiVZMTw/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0ohTTt1hOI/AAAAAAAACsg/NUoEeiVZMTw/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Though we have not met for ages, we still talked and joked as if we just parted yesterday. We were all still the same. Very blunt and direct with each other. No face given. Hahaha... This is wad I like about them. Straight to the point. No beating around the bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0ohXCFuOlI/AAAAAAAACso/i1qQQaBV7og/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0ohXCFuOlI/AAAAAAAACso/i1qQQaBV7og/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last ones standing were Peter, Kelley and I. The rest left early. Coz of their husbands, kids and work. Can't wait for the next gathering. I really missed these guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-637020693027391456?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/637020693027391456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=637020693027391456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/637020693027391456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/637020693027391456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/01/reunion-with-batchmates.html' title='Reunion with Batchmates'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0ohTTt1hOI/AAAAAAAACsg/NUoEeiVZMTw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-1577740480439892738</id><published>2010-01-11T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:44:54.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partying'/><title type='text'>Starting the year at Phuture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;First clubbing session of the new year... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0ofW9Bb8RI/AAAAAAAACsQ/ywodi5pWJBA/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0ofW9Bb8RI/AAAAAAAACsQ/ywodi5pWJBA/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The place was packed, but not as packed as usual... Had a great time with the girls :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0ofaNVDjXI/AAAAAAAACsY/iqmlOYyQLek/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0ofaNVDjXI/AAAAAAAACsY/iqmlOYyQLek/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope&amp;nbsp;this year will bring many more&amp;nbsp;fun moments and great parties with great friends ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-1577740480439892738?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1577740480439892738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1577740480439892738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1577740480439892738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1577740480439892738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/01/starting-year-at-phuture.html' title='Starting the year at Phuture!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0ofW9Bb8RI/AAAAAAAACsQ/ywodi5pWJBA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-7717448413432736475</id><published>2010-01-11T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:40:16.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Happy 2010!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0odwz4cEEI/AAAAAAAACsI/uSqh_AcmC6w/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0odwz4cEEI/AAAAAAAACsI/uSqh_AcmC6w/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;As mentioned in my previous post, the moment I landed, went home to drop off my luggage then headed to WIP to party. So yea, was pretty exhausted. It was good to see everyone and counted down to the new year with my beloved and my friends. Glad I made it back on time :D Hehe... Dropped by at TDH then went home to crash... Super tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Can't help feeling a bit bad for my sister, though. My last sight of her at the airport when I left Adelaide was her in her pink top and shorts, grabbing a paperbag of fries and cryin. Sigh... I know she must feel lonely after we left. Hope her friends would be there to cheer her up, keep her company and celebrate the new year with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy New Year, Jebb!! We miss you lots!!! Cya in April ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3651362535662319355-7717448413432736475?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/7717448413432736475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=7717448413432736475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7717448413432736475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7717448413432736475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='Happy 2010!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0odwz4cEEI/AAAAAAAACsI/uSqh_AcmC6w/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-5069033287724632379</id><published>2010-01-11T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:33:53.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>A Wedding before I Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0odIKzp2JI/AAAAAAAACsA/p8WC3fSQqa8/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0odIKzp2JI/AAAAAAAACsA/p8WC3fSQqa8/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Attended one of Yaacob's good friend's wedding the weekend before&amp;nbsp;I left. It was at Holiday Villa, Subang. I really like the deco. All in white and silver. Very very nicely done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;Congrats to Iskander &amp;amp; wife !! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3651362535662319355-5069033287724632379?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/5069033287724632379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=5069033287724632379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5069033287724632379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5069033287724632379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/01/wedding-before-i-go.html' title='A Wedding before I Go'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0odIKzp2JI/AAAAAAAACsA/p8WC3fSQqa8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-3150514010441232350</id><published>2010-01-11T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:29:33.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partying'/><title type='text'>From Masquerade Ball to Velvet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0obO1bLB1I/AAAAAAAACr4/FKigcocPeok/s1600-h/A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0obO1bLB1I/AAAAAAAACr4/FKigcocPeok/s320/A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Met up with the crazy bunch at Velvet. Waited for them at Maya for almost an hour coz they were at the company's annual dinner. The theme this year &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Masquerade Ball'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Was quite disappointed that YY &amp;amp; VM didn't show up in full masquerade gear. That would be interesting ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The night ended pretty early. But is was indeed an eventful night. Hmmm... Saw some Genting people there. They came after the annual dinner as well. Was chatting with one of them and got to know some gratifying news. Also heard something that made me secretly laugh in glee. Hehe...&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; Evil&lt;/span&gt;, I know. But can't help it. I've learnt... When you're facing bad people, no use being nice anymore. Gotta give them wad they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the last partyin weekend b4 Aussie. But it didn't really turn out as planned. Oh well, as least I got to see everyone before I go. Hehe...&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/3651362535662319355-3150514010441232350?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/3150514010441232350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=3150514010441232350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/3150514010441232350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/3150514010441232350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-masquerade-ball-to-velvet.html' title='From Masquerade Ball to Velvet...'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0obO1bLB1I/AAAAAAAACr4/FKigcocPeok/s72-c/A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-432254160957437645</id><published>2010-01-11T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:21:42.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partying'/><title type='text'>Merry drinkin &amp; dancin @ CCB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This post is long overdue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Had a fun nite out with my crazy Genting colleagues at Changkat Bukit Bintang back in November 2009. We had dinner at Magnificent Fish &amp;amp; Chips&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;why? Coz we wanted to try out the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Guinness ice cream&lt;/span&gt; that they have]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Tasted like malt. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0oYW81ezTI/AAAAAAAACrI/LpyXfof9awQ/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0oYW81ezTI/AAAAAAAACrI/LpyXfof9awQ/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0oYapSGLqI/AAAAAAAACrQ/eqniKixpXPU/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0oYapSGLqI/AAAAAAAACrQ/eqniKixpXPU/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to 21 Kitchen + Bar for drinks after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0oYeFSMzKI/AAAAAAAACrY/B-LGHbPHatM/s1600-h/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0oYeFSMzKI/AAAAAAAACrY/B-LGHbPHatM/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;As usual, there's a lot of havoc and kekecohan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0oYhRnwwyI/AAAAAAAACrg/Vz1YtHbV_eQ/s1600-h/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0oYhRnwwyI/AAAAAAAACrg/Vz1YtHbV_eQ/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We were tryin to impersonate some people... Guess who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0oYkLndA3I/AAAAAAAACro/1Qfi-2XFg2o/s1600-h/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0oYkLndA3I/AAAAAAAACro/1Qfi-2XFg2o/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We had a blast at the dancefloor. But lesson learnt. Don't allow cameras on the dancefloor coz super ugly pics of you at weird angles will turn up in FB... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;*LOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0oYmcGPQTI/AAAAAAAACrw/WcbImr37EdM/s1600-h/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0oYmcGPQTI/AAAAAAAACrw/WcbImr37EdM/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Great nite out. Had good fun :D&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/3651362535662319355-432254160957437645?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/432254160957437645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=432254160957437645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/432254160957437645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/432254160957437645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/01/merry-drinkin-dancin-ccb.html' title='Merry drinkin &amp; dancin @ CCB'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/S0oYW81ezTI/AAAAAAAACrI/LpyXfof9awQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-6701654347780150568</id><published>2010-01-11T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:10:47.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>I'm backkk!!! Happy New Year, everyone!</title><content type='html'>Yup... I'm back from Down Under!! Touched down on New Year's eve. Dropped off my luggage at home and went straight for countdown at WIP. Phew!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past week has been hectic. Unpacking. Catching up on stuff. Sortin out my work stuff. Etc... Etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Js finished organizing photos that were taken before I went off and photos of my trip. Will upload everything soon. Takes time, especially the ones of my trip coz there's over a thousand pics. Will go thru it and sort it out soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-6701654347780150568?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/6701654347780150568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=6701654347780150568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6701654347780150568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6701654347780150568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-backkk-happy-new-year-everyone.html' title='I&apos;m backkk!!! Happy New Year, everyone!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-2994408659970708336</id><published>2009-12-14T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:42:13.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Travels'/><title type='text'>Goin Down Under</title><content type='html'>Byeeee &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be spending Xmas over there. Gonna enjoy wine in the vineyards in &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Adelaide&lt;/span&gt;, the beaches at &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Gold Coast&lt;/span&gt; and everything in &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[one of my fav cities!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be gone til year end. So... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, y'all! Cya next year ;)&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/3651362535662319355-2994408659970708336?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/2994408659970708336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=2994408659970708336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2994408659970708336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2994408659970708336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/12/goin-down-under.html' title='Goin Down Under'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-6584086549607436335</id><published>2009-12-08T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:54:39.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GinQin Boutique'/><title type='text'>GinQin's New Arrivals!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Just&amp;nbsp;shot the&amp;nbsp;latest collection for GinQin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sx1NtiZfK7I/AAAAAAAACqs/24dZ_JE6OuM/s1600-h/therine1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sx1NtiZfK7I/AAAAAAAACqs/24dZ_JE6OuM/s320/therine1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The collection of party dresses is perfect for the year end with all the parties and festive celebrations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sx1N41iUW5I/AAAAAAAACq0/h3cCQ9_sNks/s1600-h/therine7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sx1N41iUW5I/AAAAAAAACq0/h3cCQ9_sNks/s320/therine7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sx1N73d6GcI/AAAAAAAACq8/2Wurq8pfngw/s1600-h/therine8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sx1N73d6GcI/AAAAAAAACq8/2Wurq8pfngw/s320/therine8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The collection will be available for sale&amp;nbsp;soon at GinQin's website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-6584086549607436335?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/6584086549607436335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=6584086549607436335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6584086549607436335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6584086549607436335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/12/ginqins-new-arrivals.html' title='GinQin&apos;s New Arrivals!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sx1NtiZfK7I/AAAAAAAACqs/24dZ_JE6OuM/s72-c/therine1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-882886048346284593</id><published>2009-12-01T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:05:47.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On Movies'/><title type='text'>What's the big deal??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;. Watched &lt;a href="http://www.twilightthemovie.com/"&gt;New Moon&lt;/a&gt; with some friends last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTy2-cnVNI/AAAAAAAACpk/R8BgQPsK5Tw/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTy2-cnVNI/AAAAAAAACpk/R8BgQPsK5Tw/s320/1.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not a fan of Twilight, never read the books and am certainly not a fan of Rob-Patz, K-Stew or Taylor Lautner&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt; [though I have to say, his bod is incredible!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I&amp;nbsp;don't get&amp;nbsp;the whole madness surrounding the movies and the actors. I mean, why are there so many people so in love with the vampire, the girl the vampire loves and the werewolf?? The whole story is just another love story, in&amp;nbsp;a supernatural setting. That's all. I dunno, maybe the books are great. Maybe the movie didn't do the books justice. I just dunno wad's the big deal&amp;nbsp;with this Twilight - New Moon thing. The acting is&amp;nbsp;seriously off! The lines are OMG, so lame and century - old cheesy. Urghh... I was bored to death just half an hour into the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I find Bella really annoying. What's with all the screaming as if she's in physical pain and her self-endangering behavior? Now, that's what I call a serious case of ADD &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[attention deficit disorder]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTy30ZkOqI/AAAAAAAACps/w8HHUf_Aakg/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTy30ZkOqI/AAAAAAAACps/w8HHUf_Aakg/s320/2.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And how she treats Jacob, was really unacceptable. Leading him on, telling him she loves him but then going off with Edward... Poor Jacob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTy4jg7UXI/AAAAAAAACp0/jNaBmpp0dy0/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTy4jg7UXI/AAAAAAAACp0/jNaBmpp0dy0/s320/3.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Rob-Patz had it easy in this movie. Just stood around looking pretty &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[well, honestly I don't find him attractive at all but I bet lots of girls would beg to differ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Always looking like he's half-dead &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[yes, I know he's already dead, but still!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And so pale... Can't believe Bella choose this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTy5QmP6II/AAAAAAAACp8/R6b5E86Xyhk/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTy5QmP6II/AAAAAAAACp8/R6b5E86Xyhk/s320/4.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;over this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTy59bTkrI/AAAAAAAACqE/FMLJBcDAC-Y/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTy59bTkrI/AAAAAAAACqE/FMLJBcDAC-Y/s320/5.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, maybe the pic above is pretty photoshopped. But check out a still from the movie below. That can't be fake! Hats off to Taylor Lautner who has the discipline and drive to work out and buff up. He looks like he belongs to one of the 300 boys... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTy6UMGP-I/AAAAAAAACqM/p-SxGgRgCO0/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTy6UMGP-I/AAAAAAAACqM/p-SxGgRgCO0/s320/6.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The werewolves looked a bit fake to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTyrTqRYXI/AAAAAAAACpM/1PsP-PcEBmU/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTyrTqRYXI/AAAAAAAACpM/1PsP-PcEBmU/s320/7.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I find Alice Cullen really pretty. She's one of the more watcheable ones in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTy7o7rdhI/AAAAAAAACqU/TPqL9QWnui4/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTy7o7rdhI/AAAAAAAACqU/TPqL9QWnui4/s320/8.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, you must be wondering why I bother to sit through 2 hours of New Moon if all I do now is just criticise it. Well.... This is the reason why I watched it in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTy8wRM06I/AAAAAAAACqc/1BC-jGD8QDQ/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTy8wRM06I/AAAAAAAACqc/1BC-jGD8QDQ/s320/9.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dakota Fanning. So talented! So cute! She completely stole the limelight with just minutes in the movie. I hope they'd show more of her in the upcoming movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTzC66ZWOI/AAAAAAAACqk/pwMUuMnLHjs/s1600/10.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTzC66ZWOI/AAAAAAAACqk/pwMUuMnLHjs/s320/10.bmp" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* No offense to all Twilight/ Rob Patz/ K-Stew/ Taylor Lautner fans out there. This is just my personal opinion on the entire thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-882886048346284593?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/882886048346284593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=882886048346284593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/882886048346284593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/882886048346284593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-big-deal.html' title='What&apos;s the big deal??'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SxTy2-cnVNI/AAAAAAAACpk/R8BgQPsK5Tw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-1734197975804696682</id><published>2009-11-25T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T04:42:22.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>To Do For the Rest of the Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today ~ Wed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished work! Yup... I sometimes am done with work &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Yawns*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can't complain much coz if I stop working, the moolah will stop coming in ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be up in a few hours' time. Have a morning meeting to discuss the mood and location of my next &lt;a href="http://www.ginqin.blogspot.com/"&gt;GinQin&lt;/a&gt; shoot. Thx to my ol high school buddy turned photographer Chris Woh aka Chee Ann&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt; [as how I know him since 16 years ago, oh wow, I feel so old!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who offered to shoot this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;FOC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, gotta go for a dentist appointment in Hartamas with mommy and sisters right after lunch. Am quite nervous, though mommy told me this dentist is the best, really gentle and all that I won't feel a thing. She's so good apparently our ex-prime minister Dr. Mahathir is one of her clients. Dunno how far it's true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, gotta go for an event at Velvet/Phuture. Hmmm... Am planning to dress very 80s since it's mambo night. But... Dunno if I'll really be going since VM, the person who asked me to go is sick.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thur&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an afternoon meeting over the net with C and B... Hope things will work out on what we're trying to work out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hit the gym before crashing at bestie's place. Her mommy's outta town so she asked me to sleep over at her place to keep her company. Am thinking of ordering pizza and&amp;nbsp;knocking back a few glasses of vodka over a couple of DVDs before sinking into slumberland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y's gonna b back!! But it'll&amp;nbsp;b too late to see him :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fri&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna spend time with my honey!! Haven't seen him in 2 weeks!! Looking forward to a nice quiet dinner with him then maybe party later on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno wad I'm gonna do yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sun&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Moon with the gang before goin for dinner... Heard we're gonna go to this new place&lt;strong&gt; 'Tom, Dick &amp;amp; Harry'&lt;/strong&gt; in TTDI... Wad kinda place izit? Go check it out yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays... That's my so-called to-do list for the rest of the week... Hehehehe... Let's hope things'll pick up by next week on the stuff I'm hoping will work out ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-1734197975804696682?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1734197975804696682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1734197975804696682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1734197975804696682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1734197975804696682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-do-for-rest-of-week.html' title='To Do For the Rest of the Week...'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-3710142070707950679</id><published>2009-11-21T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:22:12.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On Movies'/><title type='text'>The Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Box_(2009_film)"&gt;The Box&lt;/a&gt; with my sister last Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwbNw7j2ziI/AAAAAAAACo8/2tmPazsoOhg/s1600/the+box.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwbNw7j2ziI/AAAAAAAACo8/2tmPazsoOhg/s320/the+box.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Do not, I repeat, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bother watching this movie! Simply because it's not worth wasting 2 hours of your life and RM10 on it. Seriously! It is a crappy crappy movie. Why Cameron Diaz and James Marsden signed on to star in it, I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;But, if you wanna sit through 2 hours of watching Cameron Diaz &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;attempting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to speak in a Southern slang and don't mind not knowing what the heck this movie is all about with all your questions unanswered, please go ahead and watch it. But, don't say you've not been warned!&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/3651362535662319355-3710142070707950679?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/3710142070707950679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=3710142070707950679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/3710142070707950679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/3710142070707950679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/11/box.html' title='The Box'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwbNw7j2ziI/AAAAAAAACo8/2tmPazsoOhg/s72-c/the+box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-2393437614115323172</id><published>2009-11-21T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:09:40.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Musings on a Friday Nite</title><content type='html'>Yes.... I'm home on a Friday nite! Woo hoo!!! Hahahhaaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so rare that I'm home at the begining of a weekend. But I really appreciate this much needed &lt;strong&gt;'me time'&lt;/strong&gt; right now. To do my work, to do a bit of reading, to blog and to enjoy the delicious apple crumble I bought after gym just now&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt; [I am on 7th heaven!! Been craving for apple pie since 2 weeks ago!! :D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, to just think through things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have a lot on my mind these days. And a lot to get done. So, I'm gonna start ticking off my list of &lt;strong&gt;'things to do'&lt;/strong&gt; by begining to do those things now... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend, y'all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next week, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will be back!! Yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-2393437614115323172?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/2393437614115323172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=2393437614115323172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2393437614115323172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2393437614115323172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/11/musings-on-friday-nite.html' title='Musings on a Friday Nite'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-859410987612754782</id><published>2009-11-17T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:35:17.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Jessie's Belated Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Jessie's turned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt; [can't reveal her age] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;last Wed and all of us girls treated her to dinner at the new 21 kitchen + bar in BSC. Food was great and the ambience and the view&amp;nbsp;was awesome. The toilet has a very unique sink. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We proceeded to Velvet after dinner where we met up with the rest of the gang to party the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Wad's a birthday celebration without a flaming?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwKV9javqgI/AAAAAAAACoc/d9nzCwSpIuk/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwKV9javqgI/AAAAAAAACoc/d9nzCwSpIuk/s320/1.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, he was back last weekend. Now I hafta wait for another 2 weeks before I can see him again&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwKV_syVR3I/AAAAAAAACok/Rh-728n6vK8/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwKV_syVR3I/AAAAAAAACok/Rh-728n6vK8/s320/2.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The girls had fun. Foxy drank and went red... Hehe.. So cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwKWDcLJvhI/AAAAAAAACos/fLGx66RSlkQ/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwKWDcLJvhI/AAAAAAAACos/fLGx66RSlkQ/s320/3.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Lam brought gf Sandy to party with us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwKWF1798lI/AAAAAAAACo0/Nr7OcmdfEys/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwKWF1798lI/AAAAAAAACo0/Nr7OcmdfEys/s320/4.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Velvet was relatively not-as-crowded as usual. There were still a lot of people but it was not &lt;em&gt;'sardine-packed-with-everyone-stepping-on-you-and-you-can't-move'&lt;/em&gt; kinda crowded. But I'm begining to get bored of the music there. Same thing each and every week. I can almost memorise the sequence of the songs played. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to find a new fun place with awesome music to party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-859410987612754782?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/859410987612754782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=859410987612754782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/859410987612754782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/859410987612754782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/11/jessies-belated-birthday-celebration.html' title='Jessie&apos;s Belated Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwKV9javqgI/AAAAAAAACoc/d9nzCwSpIuk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-8072020612014019968</id><published>2009-11-17T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:19:13.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Wabisabi-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwJ7kS4qpII/AAAAAAAACoU/SBZO56opJlw/s1600/wabi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwJ7kS4qpII/AAAAAAAACoU/SBZO56opJlw/s320/wabi.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Met up with YY &amp;amp; VM at Wabisabi last Fri. Had a whole night filled with fun girl talk and catching up on the latest goss in in ex-office. Hehe... The snacks were super yummy!! Love the sausages even though it's too spicy.&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/3651362535662319355-8072020612014019968?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/8072020612014019968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=8072020612014019968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/8072020612014019968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/8072020612014019968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/11/wabisabi-ing.html' title='Wabisabi-ing'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwJ7kS4qpII/AAAAAAAACoU/SBZO56opJlw/s72-c/wabi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-8984178171628031843</id><published>2009-11-17T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:31:06.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>She's Baaacckk!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwJ7IwezEMI/AAAAAAAACoM/bjTWSJvc2jc/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwJ7IwezEMI/AAAAAAAACoM/bjTWSJvc2jc/s320/1.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, the doctor is back again! Heheheheee...&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/3651362535662319355-8984178171628031843?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/8984178171628031843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=8984178171628031843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/8984178171628031843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/8984178171628031843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/11/shes-baaacckk.html' title='She&apos;s Baaacckk!!!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SwJ7IwezEMI/AAAAAAAACoM/bjTWSJvc2jc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-7891197352549885419</id><published>2009-11-05T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:00:53.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Aaarggh, sick again!!</title><content type='html'>I'm sick again! Felt so ill I stayed mostly in bed for the past couple of days. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hate! &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hate!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep, couldn't eat properly, can't go out. Bah! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Super hate!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll get well soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-7891197352549885419?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/7891197352549885419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=7891197352549885419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7891197352549885419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7891197352549885419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/11/aaarggh-sick-again.html' title='Aaarggh, sick again!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-1176856280675400752</id><published>2009-11-03T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:47:52.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Tiong Geh's Married!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiong Geh, my friend from secondary school, finally got hitched after about 8-9 years of courtship. His wife, Ling Yan, is a very sweet, warm and friendly girl. So happy for the newlyweds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Wedding dinner was at Golden Sun Restaurant at Kuchai Lama. Got there late. Drove like mad coz I didn't wanna end up walkin into the restaurant together with the bride &amp;amp; groom. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Luckily, was not the latest to arrive. Had time to sign on the guestbook, find my table, sit down for a breather before the couple made their&lt;strong&gt; 'walk'&lt;/strong&gt; into the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Was seated with lotsa old friends. Which made me think that weddings nowadays serve as unofficial reunions too coz it's when everyone made the effort to be present despite their busy schedules. If you try to organize a get-together dinner, you'll get replies like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"Busy, can't make it", "Sorry gotta work", "Sorry outstation", "Sorry got&amp;nbsp;plans",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the excuses&amp;nbsp;go on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;But when it&amp;nbsp;comes to weddings, there's no excuse. Coz it's a once in a lifetime thing for a friend, so everyone hafta give face and show up.&amp;nbsp;So, I think&amp;nbsp;weddings really can also be an excuse for a reunion for old friends. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a great time catching up with a lot of friends whom I've not seen for years and years. I marvelled at&amp;nbsp;the changes&amp;nbsp;on some of them and&amp;nbsp;how some looked exactly the same.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;*Laughs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was an evening well&amp;nbsp;spent with great company :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Su_eHHf3mYI/AAAAAAAACoE/zUs7Vclqrgc/s1600-h/tg+wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Su_eHHf3mYI/AAAAAAAACoE/zUs7Vclqrgc/s320/tg+wedding.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Congrats Tiong Geh &amp;amp; Yan!! I'm sure you guys will enjoy married life and will be happy always!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3651362535662319355-1176856280675400752?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1176856280675400752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1176856280675400752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1176856280675400752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1176856280675400752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/11/tiong-gehs-married.html' title='Tiong Geh&apos;s Married!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Su_eHHf3mYI/AAAAAAAACoE/zUs7Vclqrgc/s72-c/tg+wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-31326279546800200</id><published>2009-11-02T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:51:19.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopaholic Moi'/><title type='text'>I've been a bad girl :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I'm not supposed to shop anymore after my splurges last weekend, but... Dunno why I found myself buying these tops... *Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Su7jIj-Ea9I/AAAAAAAACn0/rWa6qnupEXg/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Su7jIj-Ea9I/AAAAAAAACn0/rWa6qnupEXg/s320/1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Self control!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Self control!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Y came back over the weekend and we went shopping. He bought me a pair of shorts from Zara. I love it. So cute and fitting! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Hearts*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :) Thanks, honey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Su7jJgTLFvI/AAAAAAAACn8/NlWiZyckRGg/s1600-h/clothes+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Su7jJgTLFvI/AAAAAAAACn8/NlWiZyckRGg/s320/clothes+004.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3651362535662319355-31326279546800200?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/31326279546800200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=31326279546800200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/31326279546800200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/31326279546800200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-bad-girl.html' title='I&apos;ve been a bad girl :('/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Su7jIj-Ea9I/AAAAAAAACn0/rWa6qnupEXg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-3476254769274735483</id><published>2009-11-02T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:47:47.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Glam Odyssey @ The Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Went for a fashion event last Wed, thanks to KarenthePouter who invited me. The theme for the night was Glam Odyssey. The show was opened by some local celebs, followed by models&amp;nbsp;who paraded&amp;nbsp;on the runway in outfits by DKNY, Calvin Klein and Armani Exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Su7er-HnqjI/AAAAAAAACnU/QzqKV1AeW9o/s1600-h/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Su7er-HnqjI/AAAAAAAACnU/QzqKV1AeW9o/s320/a.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;There was free champagne, wine, liquor and finger food. Didn't eat anything. Just had a glass of wine. Was told they ran outta champagne. Hmmm... Okaaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Met the funny and animated Racheal who came in her rock chick gear, complete with a nice headband. She can really pull it off well. I felt super underdressed surrounded by people dressed up in their uber glam best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saw this super hot male model amongst the crowd. Karen got introduced to him and all of us grouped together for pics. He introduced himself as Fukuoka, which is a state in Japan. Hmmm... Apparently he's half Jap and half Portuguese, which explains his good looks, height and well-built physique. I have to admit, he is one of the hottest looking guys I've ever met. But, he looks very young and he's apparently off-limits for girls. Hahaha... I could practically hear lots of girls' hearts break when they discovered this piece of news. *LOLs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Su7euttgm6I/AAAAAAAACnc/xFBctjiE2NA/s1600-h/b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Su7euttgm6I/AAAAAAAACnc/xFBctjiE2NA/s320/b.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We then SS-ed at the backdrop of the event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Su7exJfVNkI/AAAAAAAACnk/W5pOi0jf4ok/s1600-h/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Su7exJfVNkI/AAAAAAAACnk/W5pOi0jf4ok/s320/c.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After we haf enough of posing and snapping, we went to Chilli's to eat. Main conversation at the table that night was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;'ghosts'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Everybody was sharing chilly horror stories, etc. Sigh... I was thinking, &lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt;, coz I parked at the rooftop where everybody else parked at the basement, so I hadta walk to my car &lt;strong&gt;alone &lt;/strong&gt;and drive home &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt; in close to 11pm at night after listening to all those scary stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;But towards the end of our meal, Karen and the rest decided to walk me to my car and refused to take no for an answer. So nice of them to do that. They walked me up to my car then went all the way back down to the basement for theirs. Thanks guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dunno why I was handed 2 goodie bags when I left the event. Looked as if I'm so greedy to snatch 2 bags then went off. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Su7eyRgmKRI/AAAAAAAACns/bl2Ey-B4GwI/s1600-h/d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Su7eyRgmKRI/AAAAAAAACns/bl2Ey-B4GwI/s320/d.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The contents: An Anya Hindmarch notebook, Glam Mag, Gardens Mag, a plant [yesss, u read correctly, a PLANT!] and a couple of vouchers from Club 21 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[but really, I wonder why they even bother to give out the vouchers. Only a mere 10% off, with the usual T&amp;amp;C of not being able to use it during promos, sale, etc, and to make it even difficult to use, can only use it at The Gardens within 3 days! Might as well don't give us the vouchers, right?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3651362535662319355-3476254769274735483?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/3476254769274735483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=3476254769274735483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/3476254769274735483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/3476254769274735483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/11/glam-odyssey-gardens.html' title='Glam Odyssey @ The Gardens'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Su7er-HnqjI/AAAAAAAACnU/QzqKV1AeW9o/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-5520010578912501494</id><published>2009-10-29T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T05:00:11.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Yay!! Can't wait for tomm!!</title><content type='html'>Yay! He'll be back tomm!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;Happeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy to have him back, even if it's just for a few days. Finally able to&amp;nbsp;see him and talk to him face-to-face&amp;nbsp;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-5520010578912501494?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/5520010578912501494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=5520010578912501494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5520010578912501494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5520010578912501494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay-cant-wait-for-tomm.html' title='Yay!! Can&apos;t wait for tomm!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-8156633658023241095</id><published>2009-10-29T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T04:52:38.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On Beauty ~ Nails'/><title type='text'>Nail Sponge?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Check this out from Etude House:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Suit1M09YdI/AAAAAAAACnM/adBjMtP3w74/s1600-h/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Suit1M09YdI/AAAAAAAACnM/adBjMtP3w74/s320/3.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nail sponge... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Wad izit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;You use it to create multiple layers of colors on your nails. Sorta like a gradient. Up to you to match the colors together e.g. light pink to red. Just use the sponge to stamp the colors on your nails, either from the lightest color to the darkest or vice versa. Depending on your creativity and imagination, you can create lovely colors for your nails. Save $ from having it professionally and expensively done at nail shops. The entire sponge pack costs less than RM10. Wad are you waitin for? Go try it!&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/3651362535662319355-8156633658023241095?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/8156633658023241095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=8156633658023241095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/8156633658023241095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/8156633658023241095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/10/nail-sponge.html' title='Nail Sponge?!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Suit1M09YdI/AAAAAAAACnM/adBjMtP3w74/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-7478070811109049179</id><published>2009-10-29T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T04:47:01.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopaholic Moi'/><title type='text'>Shoo, shopaholic! Shoo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm super broke. Really can't afford to splurge on unnecessary stuff. Yet... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Last weekend&amp;nbsp;was a shopping weekend for me. The shopaholic in me&amp;nbsp;took over! I lost control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Bought these on Saturday after my massage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Suio7knsA3I/AAAAAAAACm0/D89926avcEM/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Suio7knsA3I/AAAAAAAACm0/D89926avcEM/s320/1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;While walking to my car, I walked past a shop which had&lt;strong&gt; 'Whole Shop 50% Off"&lt;/strong&gt; signs stuck on it's display window.&amp;nbsp;50% off?? Too good to&amp;nbsp;be true, I&amp;nbsp;thought. Couldn't resist, so walked in to check it out. The next thing I knew, I walked out with a bag of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;On Sunday, went to check out the new Cotton On shop in 1U. Lil E and Foxy left and I stayed behind to check out more clothes in the shop. Everything wad so cheap. Lotsa &lt;strong&gt;'RM50 for 2'&lt;/strong&gt; items. Who could resist such a good offer? I went into a frenzy... And when I finally walked outta the shop, I had these in my shopping bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Suio-L-Z6TI/AAAAAAAACm8/aooENkUuVLk/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Suio-L-Z6TI/AAAAAAAACm8/aooENkUuVLk/s320/2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I really gotta haf more self-control! Hafta fight the urge to shop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And&amp;nbsp;I really can't risk my cupboard falling apart again by stuffing it with too many clothes! Just fixed it. Sigh...&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/3651362535662319355-7478070811109049179?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/7478070811109049179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=7478070811109049179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7478070811109049179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7478070811109049179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/10/shoo-shopaholic-shoo.html' title='Shoo, shopaholic! Shoo!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Suio7knsA3I/AAAAAAAACm0/D89926avcEM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-6293647078988542383</id><published>2009-10-26T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:28:21.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partying'/><title type='text'>Freezing Rootz!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SuV3rwoL1JI/AAAAAAAACms/rHE5_dVikKg/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SuV3rwoL1JI/AAAAAAAACms/rHE5_dVikKg/s320/1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to Rootz last Sat with the girls. Just as I parked my car, Foxy's phone beeped. Text from Lil E, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"Bring a cardy. It's cold here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"It's a little late to tell us, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Foxy said.&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;True enough, the moment we walked into the club, super cold air greeted us. Chilled us to the bone!! &lt;strong&gt;OMG!! &lt;/strong&gt;I was freezing the whole night. We took turns to wear Lil E's cardy. Haha...&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;Found Lil E at her table, sat down most of the night, didn't drink a sip of alcohol, danced just a bit towards the end and left slightly over 2am.&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;Didn't really like the place. Crowd wasn't really super happening. Music was confusing, they played R&amp;amp;B then suddeny house then suddenly R&amp;amp;B, it's as if the DJ couldn't decide wad kinda music to play. Or izit just me not knowing how to appreciate it. It's quite a small place, just a squarish space. Super cold. &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;But the drinks are cheap. And the ladies room is super nice. Walls lined with photos of super hot guys. Wahahaha.... Needless to say, that's my fav part of the entire place :P&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;Am not too keen to party there again. Unless we have a huge group of frens to go with.&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/3651362535662319355-6293647078988542383?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/6293647078988542383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=6293647078988542383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6293647078988542383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6293647078988542383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/10/freezing-rootz.html' title='Freezing Rootz!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SuV3rwoL1JI/AAAAAAAACms/rHE5_dVikKg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-1807727023604362336</id><published>2009-10-23T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:28:52.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama of the Week'/><title type='text'>Mini Fire at Watson's</title><content type='html'>As I walked into Watson's Pavilion yesterday, the entire place reeked of an awful burning smell. I looked around curiously to see if other people smelled it. But everyone&amp;nbsp;looked normal, nobody was wrinkling up their noses like me! Hmmm... I thought maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw a commotion near the Silky Girl shelf towards the back of the shop. A shop assistant placed a ladder in front of the shelf, and a security guard brought a fire extinguisher. I don't think they know how to use the extinguisher coz they kept trying to use it without first pulling out the pin securing the trigger. Then, another guy went to them and pulled out the pin. The shop assistant climbed up the ladder with the extinguisher, and my eyes went to the top of the shelf, and I saw smoke coming out from it. The fella then directed the extinguisher's nozzle at where the smoke was coming from and... Whooosh! A cloud of white smoke was released. That was when I backed away and walked outta the shop. Don't wanna be caught in all that smoke and then smell of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to check out some nail polish and this happened... Drama-nya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-1807727023604362336?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1807727023604362336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1807727023604362336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1807727023604362336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1807727023604362336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/10/mini-fire-at-watsons.html' title='Mini Fire at Watson&apos;s'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-3415523809046116301</id><published>2009-10-23T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:18:27.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopaholic Moi'/><title type='text'>Mirror Mirror on the table...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SuGPgSsSbvI/AAAAAAAACmk/eAN5NrJhPs4/s1600-h/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SuGPgSsSbvI/AAAAAAAACmk/eAN5NrJhPs4/s320/4.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Bought this really cool mirror from Ikea. It's white and looks so chic. It's only RM40! Just fix it on a table, and you can move it around via it's flexible and bendable wire-like holder. Best thing about this mirror is, it has 2 sides. 1 side is normal just like any other mirror, and, when you flip it around to the other side, it magnifies your reflection! Perfect when applying makeup especially eyeliner and mascara. Love it, love it, love it!!&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/3651362535662319355-3415523809046116301?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/3415523809046116301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=3415523809046116301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/3415523809046116301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/3415523809046116301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/10/mirror-mirror-on-table.html' title='Mirror Mirror on the table...'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SuGPgSsSbvI/AAAAAAAACmk/eAN5NrJhPs4/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-7922918630267634217</id><published>2009-10-23T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:11:26.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On Beauty ~ Nails'/><title type='text'>It really dries in 60 secs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SuGNwAmbz_I/AAAAAAAACmc/5ZakJHXcD1M/s1600-h/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SuGNwAmbz_I/AAAAAAAACmc/5ZakJHXcD1M/s320/3.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Bought &lt;strong&gt;Rimmel's 60 Seconds&lt;/strong&gt; nail polish the other day. It really lives up to it's name. Dried up in 60 seconds. According to the instructions, 1 coat of polish will do. But I don't think it's enough. I applied 2 coats for the color to really come out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Why did I buy the blue-green color? Well, I have similar ones to the other colors available on the shelf and I thought this color will be different from what I have and maybe, &lt;strong&gt;MAYBE&lt;/strong&gt;, it'll turn out looking ok on my nails.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BIG MISTAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's as hideous as it is from how it looks like from the bottle. Hahahaha... Oh well, at least it dried up fast, which is a really good thing. Now, I'll js hafta think of how to combine it with other colors so that it'll not go to waste.&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/3651362535662319355-7922918630267634217?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/7922918630267634217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=7922918630267634217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7922918630267634217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7922918630267634217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-really-dries-in-60-secs.html' title='It really dries in 60 secs!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SuGNwAmbz_I/AAAAAAAACmc/5ZakJHXcD1M/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-1624787070089822846</id><published>2009-10-23T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:04:16.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On Makeup ~ Mascara'/><title type='text'>Want lashes like a cat's?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Bought a new mascara a few weeks ago ~ Maybelline's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cat Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mascara. It promises super curled&amp;nbsp; and lengthened lashes, easy application and it's water-proof and&amp;nbsp;smudge-proof. And it really lives up to all that it claims to do. The plastic comb-like applicator makes it easy to apply the mascara on both upper and lower lashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SuGKXKSmFEI/AAAAAAAACmM/HmRK5pQTY3c/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SuGKXKSmFEI/AAAAAAAACmM/HmRK5pQTY3c/s320/1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The result is super long and curled lashes. Very lasting, no smudges and&amp;nbsp;no flecks of mascara falling on my face. The applicator needs some getting used to but after using it a few times, I am able to use it easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SuGKYw2Tt_I/AAAAAAAACmU/eu8_bYfXLjU/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SuGKYw2Tt_I/AAAAAAAACmU/eu8_bYfXLjU/s320/2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A couple of downsides though: 1) It's kinda hard to remove, gotta use oil-based eye makeup remover and it takes a while to completely remove it &amp;amp; 2) Sometimes it'll clump up, especially if I apply the 2nd coat without waiting for the 1st one to completely dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer the &lt;strong&gt;Maybelline Unstoppable Mascara&lt;/strong&gt;. Although not as lengthening, it is also curling and smudge-proof,&amp;nbsp;and it's volumnising. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's really easy to remove. Just soak lashes with tepid water and it'll all come off. Well, I guess it's up to individual preference, whether they want super long lashes or super volumnised ones and whether they mind spending more time in removing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-1624787070089822846?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1624787070089822846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1624787070089822846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1624787070089822846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1624787070089822846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/10/want-lashes-like-cats.html' title='Want lashes like a cat&apos;s?'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SuGKXKSmFEI/AAAAAAAACmM/HmRK5pQTY3c/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-4001516494622055145</id><published>2009-10-22T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:06:59.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ing'/><title type='text'>He has gone off...</title><content type='html'>Yup, he really has gone off. I didn't get to spend time with him on the week before he left. I didn't get to see him on the day he left nor saw him off at the airport. Hadta send my dad to the airport on the same day and around the same time. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel really sad over things. Sat in front of the TV the whole afternoon, watching The Hills and eating fast food. Burger, fries and ice cream. My comfort food. Dunno why when I feel emo, I tend to get hungry all the time and crave for the most unhealthy food. Weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, he'll be back soon. That's wad I tell myself. Comfort myself. In the meantime, just try to plan out my days well. Stuff in full of activities. Get busy so that&amp;nbsp;I won't have time to sit down and get emo and feel sad and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good. I've got&amp;nbsp;activities planned all the way til Sunday. Weee... Efficient, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-4001516494622055145?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/4001516494622055145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=4001516494622055145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4001516494622055145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4001516494622055145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-has-gone-off.html' title='He has gone off...'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-4445861915619096879</id><published>2009-10-22T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:01:14.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partying'/><title type='text'>Party Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St88-kTNimI/AAAAAAAACmE/jYnytrBn3fM/s1600-h/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St88-kTNimI/AAAAAAAACmE/jYnytrBn3fM/s320/a.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Was at Velvet again. When I first got there, it was just us girls, at the table at the front. We looked like mama-sans, waiting to pick up young guys. Haha... It was quite uncomfortable with just us girls at the table, coz we kept getting stares and weird looks by passers-by. The guys then arrived. Phew! Had fun hanging out, talking and dancing with the girls. Went over to Phuture and bumped into a couple of college-mates. Checked out a group of pretty young and seriously hot white male models. We were like a bunch of cougars eyeing the young guys. Hahaha... I saw one of them watching us checking them out. *LOL* Yes, they were all young and cute, but, not my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Velvet, hung out&amp;nbsp;a bit and before&amp;nbsp;I knew it, it's 3am already. Time really flies when you're having fun. Wonder when I'll be out partying again. Won't be anytime soon, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-4445861915619096879?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/4445861915619096879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=4445861915619096879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4445861915619096879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4445861915619096879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/10/party-time.html' title='Party Time!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St88-kTNimI/AAAAAAAACmE/jYnytrBn3fM/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-5427674397288521424</id><published>2009-10-22T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:52:11.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoots'/><title type='text'>Canan TVC Shoot</title><content type='html'>I didn't expect to get this job. Didn't even cast for this. I casted for another job and got a call from the agent telling me they'll be presenting my pic for this. The next thing I knew, I got it. Went for fitting on Wed. The shoot was on Fri. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I was feeling pretty bummed coz I'll be missing Y's farewell dinner and party. I really means a lot to me to be there with him. I was upset with myself for agreeing to let the agent present my photo to the client. At the back of my mind, I was thinking no way I'd be selected. Well, I guess you'll get it when you least expect it and you won't get it if you really really want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Got to the Shooting Valley real early, like 6am. Slept only for 3 hours max the night before. Was super tired. Saw a large group of people waiting outside the entrance. They were all dancers. The guard didn't let us in. Waited outside for the longest time, chatting with the other girls. To my surprise, I saw a familiar face walk by. Justina! Known her for ages. She's the makeup artist for this shoot. Oh good!! Was so happy to see her there. Then, another surprise. Julie walked up to us! Fancy seeing her there. She's also there for the shoot. Goodness! At least there are people I know there. Won't be so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, we were allowed in. Had a quick breakfast. Then went for makeup. They had my hair all tied back, hadta wear a tight hair net, which made me look like I'm shooting an episode of 'Grey's Anatomy' as a cancer patient. After that, I hafta squeeze myself into the tight bodysuit. Felt pretty self-conscious at first. But towards the end of the day, I wasn't feeling shy or anything anymore. Just wanna get the whole thing over and done with and go home. I know the stylist, Emma. Worked with her on another shoot. But she didn't recognize me. Hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are all of us in full makeup and wardrobe. So colorful huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St8rg3CbNyI/AAAAAAAAClE/wV17ci-frhc/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St8rg3CbNyI/AAAAAAAAClE/wV17ci-frhc/s320/1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;They called us the 'CMYK Girls'. The catering guys called us 'Power Rangers'. One of the girls said we looked like colorful 'Teletubbies'. I think the girls in black look like 'Black Rose', a character from a chinese TV series. Then, towards the end of the day, I felt we looked like Vegas dancers, just needed an elaborate headgear to complete the look. *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually, we're all meant to be cartridges in a printer. We were, after all, shooting a Canon printer TVC. The dancers were all in white. They were supposed to be the paper. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Long long long wait... Was so bored. Chit chatted with the girls and made some new friends. Watched the dancers do their thing. Watched the shoot. Waited and waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St8rlDNxfbI/AAAAAAAAClM/Tvr0BaBUGDM/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St8rlDNxfbI/AAAAAAAAClM/Tvr0BaBUGDM/s320/2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, after waiting from 6am to about 2pm, we got called down to shoot a scene. And it was not an easy one. Each of us girls hadta sit on a couple of dancers' hands, smile and act happy while they walked a few steps to the front, then while they let us back down, we need to step on the ground gracefully, smiling still then walk to the front and stand in a row and smile. OMG! Not easy. Not easy to coordinate the movements of so many people to make them do the same things at the same time without any prior practise. We hadta do it over and over and over and over again. I forgot how many times we need to re-take coz someone was slow, someone was off balance, someone wasn't smiling enough, etc, etc. I felt like an eternity when the director finally had the perfect shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, it's back to the waiting game....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Towards night, after dinner, we sat at the stairs and watched the dancers in action again. They must be exhausted. Dancing from morning til night. Non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St8rnRwpEtI/AAAAAAAAClU/I9MpCeuCnIY/s1600-h/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St8rnRwpEtI/AAAAAAAAClU/I9MpCeuCnIY/s320/3.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, finally, at about close to 12am, they told us they'll be shooting our last scene! Hurray! They released the black and yellow girls, coz they're not needed anymore. They were so quick to change and happy to leave. Jealous! I wished I was either one of the black or yellow girls. All hopes of joining Y at his farewell party were getting slimmer at the seconds ticked by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;At first they told us it'll js take an hour. But no!! It didn't. They took so long to set up the hydraulic chair, etc. Then went to the other side of the studio to shoot another scene. Left us all sitting there waiting. I took the opportunity to snap&amp;nbsp;some pics with the&amp;nbsp;makeup artists and stylists. And with Sam.&amp;nbsp;I think she's so pretty and intelligent. Very matured for someone her age. I enjoyed talking to her. She seems confident and knows what she wants in life. And taking steps towards realising her aspirations. I'm impressed. Coz I'm such a fickle minded person. And easily confused. I can't make up my mind and stick to it. I dunno wad I want most of the time. Hmm... Must really start to really focus on deciding what I really wanna do in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St8rqvcq6aI/AAAAAAAAClc/Ei1SSW6YRyg/s1600-h/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St8rqvcq6aI/AAAAAAAAClc/Ei1SSW6YRyg/s320/4.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After&amp;nbsp;a long long time, finally, they began shooting us. One by one, we were told to sit on the chair and present to shoot the gun, aiming at an imaginery target. Haha... Felt kinda stupid doing that actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St8rtNAG0gI/AAAAAAAAClk/bBTrjZCTb2s/s1600-h/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St8rtNAG0gI/AAAAAAAAClk/bBTrjZCTb2s/s320/5.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St8rwTacPFI/AAAAAAAACls/avZMcZTk4TY/s1600-h/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St8rwTacPFI/AAAAAAAACls/avZMcZTk4TY/s320/6.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally got to pose a bit with the helmet on, completed the entire look. Now I don't look so bald anymore. Haha... But I'm super pink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St8ryoWlKOI/AAAAAAAACl0/g9zYZFeMfz4/s1600-h/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St8ryoWlKOI/AAAAAAAACl0/g9zYZFeMfz4/s320/7.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;She looks so cute!! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St8r0ZV9snI/AAAAAAAACl8/4BitG6n23RU/s1600-h/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St8r0ZV9snI/AAAAAAAACl8/4BitG6n23RU/s320/8.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the end, I was released at 2am. Hadta drop one of the girls back as she didn't have transport. Didn't make it for Y's party :'( Felt so sad... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I got to make some new friends and earned some $...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I'll get more jobs soon, which pays more and will not take as long as this. I was so exhausted, I crashed on my bed right after shower and slept til about 3pm the next day. Hahhaahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-5427674397288521424?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/5427674397288521424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=5427674397288521424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5427674397288521424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5427674397288521424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/10/canan-tvc-shoot.html' title='Canan TVC Shoot'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/St8rg3CbNyI/AAAAAAAAClE/wV17ci-frhc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-1054112241078718071</id><published>2009-10-21T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:40:15.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Welcome!!</title><content type='html'>Welcome welcome to my new blog. This is my first entry in this blog. The rest were imported from my old one. With this new look, I'm looking forward to a more exciting future, good changes, and hopefully that'll bring much fulfillment, happiness and success to me ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-1054112241078718071?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1054112241078718071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1054112241078718071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1054112241078718071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1054112241078718071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome.html' title='Welcome!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-7619754008146823576</id><published>2009-10-18T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:19.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>2 years and 1 month old</title><content type='html'>Wow, this blog is now 2 years and a month old! I didn't realise I've been bloggin for a couple of years already. Wow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a lot of changes in my life lately. I'm still trying to figure things out. And I wanna make positive changes and try to realise things I've always wanted. So... Fingers crossed! Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time this blog get's a new look. After 2 years looking like this, it's time for a change...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-7619754008146823576?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/7619754008146823576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=7619754008146823576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7619754008146823576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7619754008146823576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-years-and-1-month-old.html' title='2 years and 1 month old'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-57347267205264399</id><published>2009-10-09T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:19.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>For the past 2 months...</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened in the past 2 months. A lot of ups and downs. More downs actually but I'm trying to be strong, facing the challenges head-on and making the best outta the situation.  Hoping for the best and taking time out to figure things out. Do a lil soul searching as to what really matters most to me and maybe, make decisions that will change the course of my life. Well, I dunno... Just kinda taking my time, trying to relax, rest and then after I make up my mind on what I wanna do, I'll go for it! Full on. Give all that I have to ensure I achieve it! Wish me luck, strength and all the best in my choices in life ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, enough of all the cryptic ramblings about life... Let's move on to happier and more happening topics. First being Suilin's farewell party at Daikanyama. She's gonna be working in Brunei. Gonna be based there. So, us girls went for a nice jap dinner with her at Daikanyama before being joined by many others later when we proceeded upstairs for drinks. Headed to Velvet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[where else??]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to end the night. Suilin's now in Brunei, settled down I hope and enjoying her new work, environment and life there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5GbPKQISI/AAAAAAAACkI/cf-u7LrQlwk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390323237749006626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5GbPKQISI/AAAAAAAACkI/cf-u7LrQlwk/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Met up with my very recent ex-colleagues for lunch at Alexis BSC one weekend. It was so nice to meet up with the crazy gang. Really miss them lots. Miss the daily lunches, goss, discussions and all the funny and crazy drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5GajUauyI/AAAAAAAACkA/L0z5rlp9NwU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390323225980484386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5GajUauyI/AAAAAAAACkA/L0z5rlp9NwU/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;VM got free tix for the Guinness event ~ Arthur's Day held at Sunway Lagoon. Many acts were lined up for that night but the most anticipated and undoubtedly most exciting performance was from the Black Eyes Peas. I was guessing most of the people in the massive crowd were anxiously waiting for BEP to take on the stage and rock the night away. And rocked they did. BEP was awesome!! Really super super awesome. Fergie, one of my fav female singers did a solo of &lt;em&gt;'Big Girls Don't Cry'&lt;/em&gt; and will.i.am took to the deejay console and spun a few hits. Needless to say, they made everyone's night and got everyone super happy and excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, got to Sunway after going through the mother of all traffic jams at the LDP. Getting into Sunway was another huge jam. Then, finding parking was a headache. The entire place was jammed up coz of the event. Was late to meet VM, Alan and YY. Super hungry too. Ate a Subway sandwich quickly then proceeded to enter the Lagoon. Felt a bit too dressed up but I was thinking if this thing ends early, I'll go meet up with Y and he might be down in KL at Phuture or something. So better be dressed js in case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way to the surf beach was lined with lotsa GAB stuff. Some really cool deco. When we reached the actual venue it was packed and we wandered around for a while, quite lost as to where we wanna go. In the end, we decided to hang out at Gravity Bar. Hadta line up for I think close to an hour before we finally got in. Entertained ourselves by snapping lotsa pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once in there, got ourselves 8 pints of Guinness Stout. Then, looked for a place to chill and wait for BEP to come out. I had lotsa fun, though was quite annoyed at the huge mist fans that ruined my hair and made me look like a mad woman in pics. Was grooving away at BEP's songs. Towards the end, I was totally blown away by the awesome fireworks display. Not cheap to be able to do that. I kept feeling GAB was burning away thousands and thousands of dollars just for that few minutes of fireworks. Hahahaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bumped into lots of old frens. It was nice seeing them after so long. It's always a nice feeling to bump into long-time-no-see frens unexpectedly. The &lt;em&gt;'pleasant surprise'&lt;/em&gt; feeling and all the catching up was indeed fun ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really take lotsa pics with my camera coz VM, YY and Matthias had their cameras practically stuck to their hands to whole night. So, I let them do all the pic-taking work while I drank, danced and posed... Hehehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stole the pics off their FB...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st batch was from VM. For a strange reason, she decided to add some&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 'effects'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to all of the pics before posting them in FB. So much time on her hands...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5FiEC0Z6I/AAAAAAAACj4/Kolr7l2JWiE/s1600-h/vm+cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390322255512496034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5FiEC0Z6I/AAAAAAAACj4/Kolr7l2JWiE/s320/vm+cam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2nd batch of pics is stolen from YY. Normal pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5FhtncsAI/AAAAAAAACjw/VYH-aGCi4jw/s1600-h/YY+cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390322249492115458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5FhtncsAI/AAAAAAAACjw/VYH-aGCi4jw/s320/YY+cam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pics from my own camera... Mainly tried to snap pics of BEP from where I was standing... Which was really far away from the stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5FhXzxcZI/AAAAAAAACjo/YMpTywu4yNg/s1600-h/my+cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390322243638227346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5FhXzxcZI/AAAAAAAACjo/YMpTywu4yNg/s320/my+cam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had great fun that night. Alan was abandoned by his designated driver so I hadta send him home. The boy didn't even know his way home!! Gave wrong directions and we got a bit lost. &lt;strong&gt;Apa la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Velvet last Sat for JP's birthday. Was tired coz spent the whole day at the shoot. Whole body felt so achy. Really need to go for a massage. Alison was there, so was Lil Elaine and Foxy. Glad to be hanging out with them. Haven't done that in a while. Jessie was MIA. She was in JB for an event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5ERdzu18I/AAAAAAAACjg/P7bHy0NA_hQ/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390320870859134914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5ERdzu18I/AAAAAAAACjg/P7bHy0NA_hQ/s320/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JP shares the same birthday as my sister Jebbrine. Which is on the 4th of Oct. But of coz she's much much younger than him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JEBB!!! I KNOW U HAD A GREAT ONE ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and her frens rented a beachside house in Addy to celebrate her birthday. From her pics in FB, she looked like she had a blast. Her frens were so super sweet to do all this to make her day extra special. They even baked her birthday cupcakes themselves. This is what I call real good frens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Jebb's actual birthday, which fell on last Sunday, while she was enjoying herself by the beach, I met up with the girls from Intercos. Goodness! How much has changed since we all last worked together in Intercos. At that time, all of us were single girls. Now, 2 are moms, 1 is a mom-to-be and another is registered and planning for her wedding in March next year. Come to think of it, I'm the only one that remained unchanged, still single, the only thing different is that I now have a special someone in my life, Y. When I was working in Intercos, I was really single, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SINGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Like no bf single. Now, I have a great addition in my life in the form of a loving bf ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arin, Michelle's daughter, seemed love-struck the moment she laid eyes on Y. The whole time, she was staring boldly at him, smiling, chuckling and got really excited whenever Michelle took her near him. At one point, she was playing footsie with Y, when we put her next to him. Wow... Talk about starting young... Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May's lil baby daughter was super cute, with dimpled arms and legs. Felt so &lt;em&gt;'geram'&lt;/em&gt;, wanted to pinch her. But I didn't! Hahaha... Jovin&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [I think Jo gave her this name]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; super like to smile. She smiled easily at anything and anyone. Such a pleasant baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jureen will be delivering her baby in Dec. It's gonna be a girl. I feel quite anxious for her coz when I imagine the birth, I can practically feel the pain already!!! But I guess it's worth it when she helds her bundle of joy in her arms. That's what all my frens who are moms say. The pain is worth it. I'm not so sure I'm feeling the same way as them. Haha... Kinda wanna postpone this as long as I can. Guess I'm really not ready for all these :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390320860852417074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5EQ4h8cjI/AAAAAAAACjY/w9mus3yweI4/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great to meet up with my old frens and ex-colleagues these past couple of months. Had so much to catch up and talk about. Also met up with niece Mel for lunch last month. So good to see her again after so long. She never failed to crack me up with her natural comical self. Hehehehee... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to see what the end of 2009 brings me. Hopefully from now on, it'll bring more happiness, joy and a clearer path towards making my dreams materialize ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3651362535662319355-57347267205264399?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/57347267205264399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=57347267205264399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/57347267205264399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/57347267205264399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-past-2-months.html' title='For the past 2 months...'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Ss5GbPKQISI/AAAAAAAACkI/cf-u7LrQlwk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-2342038907993771813</id><published>2009-09-24T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:19.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Stop the Yelling Kid!!</title><content type='html'>OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, watching a couple of movies in my room and guess wad pierces through the wall that disrupts my peace? The sound of a kid yelling. Not just 1 yell, but continuous yelling. High pitched piercing kinda yell. This kid has a lot of stamina to be yelling for almost 10 minutes straight now. OMG! What's wrong with the parents? Are they deaf? Can't they hear their kid? Don't they realise their kid's super annoying yelling gets on people's nerves??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ridiculous. I can't even watch my movie in peace! Can't believe I'm being harrassed in my OWN ROOM!! Sigh... Wadever happened to discipline? Parents these days are just lousy in parenting for allowing such nonsense to exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-2342038907993771813?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/2342038907993771813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=2342038907993771813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2342038907993771813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2342038907993771813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/09/stop-yelling-kid.html' title='Stop the Yelling Kid!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-1928334347010729791</id><published>2009-09-16T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:19.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>My Birthday Pressie ~ AT LAST!!!!</title><content type='html'>Finaleeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At loooong laaast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my very very belated birthday pressie from Yaacob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nice purse ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SrDo5nqDqGI/AAAAAAAACjA/_0Ye8tlhpfQ/s1600-h/gucci+purse+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382057631303313506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SrDo5nqDqGI/AAAAAAAACjA/_0Ye8tlhpfQ/s320/gucci+purse+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not his fault for the delay of the present. It's just that I couldn't make up my mind what I want and when I finally did, the thing I wanted was sold out. Took me so long to finally make up my mind on getting this purse. Glad I finally did! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to get Yaacob his pressie. I've decided that this arrangement of us deciding what presents we would like to receive for special occasions is totally not working! Coz the presents will be delayed like for 6 months!! So, from now on, I'll just go out and buy wadever I wanna buy for Yaacob for Christmas/ birthday/ V-day/ Anniversary/ etc. Don't wanna wait for him to decide what he wants then go and buy it. Coz it'll take forever. Same goes to him. He'll just hafta figure out what to buy for me instead of asking me wad I want. I think it's better this way. No more delays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, wanna go have my dinnner now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-1928334347010729791?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1928334347010729791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1928334347010729791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1928334347010729791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1928334347010729791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-birthday-pressie-at-last.html' title='My Birthday Pressie ~ AT LAST!!!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SrDo5nqDqGI/AAAAAAAACjA/_0Ye8tlhpfQ/s72-c/gucci+purse+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-1322603415418061024</id><published>2009-08-19T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:19.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>We Love Our K-Sessions</title><content type='html'>We love singing in karaoke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a k-session with my now ex-colleagues at Red Box Gardens. Supposed to have abt 8 ppl but in the end only left 5 of us coz the rest ffk last minute. Hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok. We still had loads of fun. The less ppl, the more mic-hogging time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will let the pics show just how much we enjoyed ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFUHTtz2I/AAAAAAAACi4/piaJCPxBQZE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371674298663423842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFUHTtz2I/AAAAAAAACi4/piaJCPxBQZE/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We girls posed and posed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFT16cNbI/AAAAAAAACiw/LOz8jI-dJbs/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371674293994010034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFT16cNbI/AAAAAAAACiw/LOz8jI-dJbs/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VM couldn't tahan and ordered Guiness Stout. Who would have guessed that the girls all drank but the 2 boys stuck with their soft drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFTsiHK-I/AAAAAAAACio/uVOJXM-l3l8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371674291476048866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFTsiHK-I/AAAAAAAACio/uVOJXM-l3l8/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had fun with Diva Alan's hat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFTFDdEoI/AAAAAAAACig/WRV3PBxHIR8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371674280878477954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFTFDdEoI/AAAAAAAACig/WRV3PBxHIR8/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Diva Alan gave us a peek on 'how his life used to be, posing for high fashion shoots'. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFSvdSfFI/AAAAAAAACiY/HG6T9uVIIWg/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371674275081256018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFSvdSfFI/AAAAAAAACiY/HG6T9uVIIWg/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finished the stout and a jug of beer, a jug of OJ, a jug of 7-Up, a fruit platter and snacks platter. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang from 10.30pm - 3am. Songs lined up from the very begining til the end. Sang non-stop. Wow! We have a lot of stamina. Hahahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowEzCsYmPI/AAAAAAAACiQ/L2b9dcNz64E/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371673730489030898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowEzCsYmPI/AAAAAAAACiQ/L2b9dcNz64E/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had lots of fun, u guys! Thanks for making it happen :)&lt;/div&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/3651362535662319355-1322603415418061024?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/1322603415418061024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=1322603415418061024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1322603415418061024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/1322603415418061024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-love-our-k-sessions.html' title='We Love Our K-Sessions'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SowFUHTtz2I/AAAAAAAACi4/piaJCPxBQZE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-6247206050628973608</id><published>2009-08-19T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:19.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Byeee, Genting!!</title><content type='html'>My colleagues threw me a farewell lunch at Grandmama's @ Pavilion on my 2nd last day at GMB. So drama, everyone gathered at my desk, like waiting for me to lead them to the restaurant, when all of them know where it is. Quite pressured, coz even my boss was standing there waiting for me. He then commented I'm like a YB, and they're all my entourage. LOL, as if!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was the VIP, I was in charge of ordering the food. Hope wadever I ordered were ok. There were too many of us, so we had 2 tables. The next table's food looked better than ours though. Their drinks as well. My table only had plain water. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9fUuweAI/AAAAAAAACiI/G4o4VMvXjps/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665695152044034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9fUuweAI/AAAAAAAACiI/G4o4VMvXjps/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After eating, I decided to go over to the other table to talk to my colleagues. I ended up taking photos with each and every one of them. Went round the table like it's some kinda photo opp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9fMmkDfI/AAAAAAAACiA/cF3ynm4JH3w/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665692970192370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9fMmkDfI/AAAAAAAACiA/cF3ynm4JH3w/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More photo taking. This time at my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9enNVyEI/AAAAAAAACh4/6omprDsNKMo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665682932287554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9enNVyEI/AAAAAAAACh4/6omprDsNKMo/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another round of photo session. The other customers of the restaurant must think we're crazy. Snapping photos like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9eNFUdJI/AAAAAAAAChw/7FnuPf79dJk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665675919324306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9eNFUdJI/AAAAAAAAChw/7FnuPf79dJk/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, we tried to do the 'Alan'. Alan has this very distinct way of posing with his face whenever he takes pics. He'll do puppy-dog kinda eyes, frown a bit and push his mouth to 1 side. Don't ask me why he does this. But he does this &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTIME&lt;/strong&gt; he takes pics. Very rare to see him smile normally in pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9d0zOwLI/AAAAAAAACho/ql-PR1oo0Cg/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665669401002162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9d0zOwLI/AAAAAAAACho/ql-PR1oo0Cg/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that, we walked around Pavilion for while before returning to the office. This was my last time walking around with YY, Matthias and Alan as colleagues &lt;em&gt;*sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced Alan to pose in front of the Esprit backdrop. Teman-ed him to the Canon and Sony shops coz he's looking for a camera. Wonder which one he'll eventually buy... He doesn't own a camera at the moment, though all of us nag at him to get one, since he's such a poser! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9JE-OixI/AAAAAAAAChg/SHAW0HOR1Cs/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665312964840210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9JE-OixI/AAAAAAAAChg/SHAW0HOR1Cs/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Grand Finale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day at GMB ~ 12th Aug 2009!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel really heavy hearted leaving my team ~ JY &amp;amp; Chloe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will really miss my lunch buddies ~ YY, Diva Alan &amp;amp; Matthias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will need to get used to just 1 hour lunch break and hafta be more disciplined and walk into office right on time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will miss all the shopping in Pavilion coz it's so near and convenient...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will miss also shopping for all the cheap stuff in Sg. Wang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sobs&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, this move is for the better. Can't stay in my comfort zone forever. When you stop learning and progressing, it's time to go. Go on somewhere better to learn new things and be better! So, yes! This move is good. It's important! It's a step up in my career!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, I'm feeling nervous. Hope I'll be able to perform up to expectations. Hope my new colleagues will be as nice as my old ones. Hmmm... &lt;em&gt;*Fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Final pics in the office:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my team and the Diva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov89VOxxPI/AAAAAAAAChQ/_O-Pg_HA-R0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665111170794738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov89VOxxPI/AAAAAAAAChQ/_O-Pg_HA-R0/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joey, the boss' secretary and Kenn from eGenting who always helps me blast out the e-flyers came to join us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov89GSysGI/AAAAAAAAChI/kDMD6fM0ki8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665107161100386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov89GSysGI/AAAAAAAAChI/kDMD6fM0ki8/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My work station... Hope I will have lots more space in my new office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov88p64orI/AAAAAAAAChA/k0NgL9RiDQs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665099544634034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov88p64orI/AAAAAAAAChA/k0NgL9RiDQs/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the internal studio, where all our artwork gets done. Beldon and June left. Rain was the only one there... She's a sweet girl... And funny, with her 'black' accent... LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov88VQDytI/AAAAAAAACg4/31Eft9E5gGg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665093996301010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov88VQDytI/AAAAAAAACg4/31Eft9E5gGg/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last photos at the discussion table with a view of KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov879c6igI/AAAAAAAACgw/z0N-CC8ZCRY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665087607769602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov879c6igI/AAAAAAAACgw/z0N-CC8ZCRY/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bye u guys!! Will miss all the fun, drama, jokes, laughter, goss, teasing, etc, etc!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov8pNejYWI/AAAAAAAACgo/KnyVbAoBDK4/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371664765492093282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov8pNejYWI/AAAAAAAACgo/KnyVbAoBDK4/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keep in touch and don't forget meeee!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-6247206050628973608?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/6247206050628973608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=6247206050628973608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6247206050628973608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6247206050628973608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/08/byeee-genting.html' title='Byeee, Genting!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov9fUuweAI/AAAAAAAACiI/G4o4VMvXjps/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-5921093459178015323</id><published>2009-08-19T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:19.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>A Blue Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov6waFxDlI/AAAAAAAACgg/aqCZ8f7q7uo/s1600-h/elaine%27s+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371662690113621586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov6waFxDlI/AAAAAAAACgg/aqCZ8f7q7uo/s320/elaine%27s+bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year, the theme was 'White'. This year, it was 'Blue'. Lil Elaine really likes to name her birthday themes based on colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She celebrated at Leonardo's this year. All of us wore blue and hung out at the top most floor. I was craving for cake, and ordered the tiramisu. It's super super nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter from Cava is now in Leonardo's and he recognized both Yaacob and I. He came over to take my order and was very nice. In fact, the service of all the waiters and waitresses at this place was nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Lil Elaine's brother &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[the only person not in &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, but in contrasting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who worked in LV before as a quality inspector or something. He was sharing tips with us girls on how to tell the difference between fakes and genuines. Ahah! Now I know a bit on how to spot a fake. Even in pics, I can use my newly acquired skill to spot the fake. Kekekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie wasn't feeling well and left early. Soon after, most of the guests left. Then Lil E and Suilin announced they'll be going to Velvet. I didn't feel like partying, so both Yaacob and I went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-5921093459178015323?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/5921093459178015323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=5921093459178015323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5921093459178015323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5921093459178015323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/08/blue-birthday-party.html' title='A Blue Birthday Party'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sov6waFxDlI/AAAAAAAACgg/aqCZ8f7q7uo/s72-c/elaine%27s+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-8792890600858793819</id><published>2009-08-19T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:19.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Crazy Drama Night Out!!</title><content type='html'>Went to Phuture with colleagues for my supposed 'farewell'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan, Matthias and Kardashian &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[Chloe is known as Kardashion now. Don't ask me why. Ask Alan d Diva]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went earlier to attend the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green Room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; event. I was at TTDI earlier for someone's surprise birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there, David, YY &amp;amp; Jon were at the entrance. Apparently, they lost half of their receipt therefore they can't claim the bottle that they bought and they were there trying to ask for help. In the end, we found out someone else took the receipt and redeemed the bottle. So, we lost 1 bottle even before the night started. Drama-nya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phuture was crammed to the max as usual and we got the worst spot ever beside the DJ console near the dance floor. Endless streams of people were walking past us, making it impossible for us to dance or even stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Yaacob got there, he quickly arranged for another hang out spot. He took us to Velvet and got us a nice table in the pre-lounge area. It was a great hang out place. Not too packed. A table for us to put our drinks on and we could sit down when we got tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened 2 more bottles. As usual, I ordered vodka for myself as I don't take whiskey. Then, the fun began... Will let the pics tell the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv-7gcszI/AAAAAAAACgY/OQTNm0RI2HI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371650844974166834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv-7gcszI/AAAAAAAACgY/OQTNm0RI2HI/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It gets crazier as the night went on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv-ZHlBfI/AAAAAAAACgQ/RDImmKOWRt8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371650835743049202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv-ZHlBfI/AAAAAAAACgQ/RDImmKOWRt8/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Suilin and the girls were at the front. Went to see her for a while and bumped into 'cashier' Kenneth. Old friend and collegemate. Haha... He was drunk. So red and blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv99Rq0rI/AAAAAAAACgI/Hc88eaasFBQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371650828269179570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv99Rq0rI/AAAAAAAACgI/Hc88eaasFBQ/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danced away to mambo the whole night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv9kmdg-I/AAAAAAAACgA/qSWCxIds7m4/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371650821645501410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv9kmdg-I/AAAAAAAACgA/qSWCxIds7m4/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group pic! Where's Yaacob??!! He was MIA-ing the whole night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv9BXycvI/AAAAAAAACf4/6exotqJxbrc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371650812188717810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv9BXycvI/AAAAAAAACf4/6exotqJxbrc/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doin Alan's 'chicken dance'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovvjdlXj6I/AAAAAAAACfw/vC5lQErTslI/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371650373085269922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovvjdlXj6I/AAAAAAAACfw/vC5lQErTslI/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally, the night came to an end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovviwxdRMI/AAAAAAAACfo/Ab6IGTh3TDY/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371650361056380098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovviwxdRMI/AAAAAAAACfo/Ab6IGTh3TDY/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VM called and asked to go mamak. We got to the wrong mamak, witnessed someone langgar into a car parked at the side of the road, then drove off to the correct mamak. When we go there, saw Datin, Matthias, Diva and Kardashian. Datin told me VM is not coming. How weird is that? She organized the mamak session then she sendiri MIA! Yaacob was pretty drunk and was behaving like a naughty child. Got a video of him in action. But too big to upload here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun! Wish these guys will go out more often and not just one in 6 months &lt;em&gt;*ahem ~ Alan ~ cough*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3651362535662319355-8792890600858793819?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/8792890600858793819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=8792890600858793819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/8792890600858793819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/8792890600858793819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/08/crazy-drama-night-out.html' title='Crazy Drama Night Out!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovv-7gcszI/AAAAAAAACgY/OQTNm0RI2HI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-5498801564114760578</id><published>2009-08-19T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:19.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Henessy Artistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovpUHLHlYI/AAAAAAAACfg/Hlc95o4rCzM/s1600-h/HA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371643512301786498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovpUHLHlYI/AAAAAAAACfg/Hlc95o4rCzM/s320/HA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Got there late. Cars were lined I think 2 km from the event from all directions. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really enjoy it coz I didn't know who was performing and when I got there, the black dude was talking a lot and there wasn't much music played. When the music was finally on, I was on my way out already. &lt;em&gt;*Yawnz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know lotsa ppl kept sayin this is an awesome event but for me, it's so-so onli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-5498801564114760578?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/5498801564114760578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=5498801564114760578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5498801564114760578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5498801564114760578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/08/henessy-artistry.html' title='Henessy Artistry'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovpUHLHlYI/AAAAAAAACfg/Hlc95o4rCzM/s72-c/HA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-7990032221551010879</id><published>2009-08-19T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:19.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>My Last Workshop with My Crazy Colleagues</title><content type='html'>Went for the Tech Marketing Workshop&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [organized by Matthias]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for 2 days at AGH. Was hoping this will be the last time I ever need to attend training, but I didn't know my wish would come true early in the morning when I was on my way there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a quick un-delicious and cold breakfast at the Golf Terrace then proceeded to the training room. Thank goodess there's wifi in the room, coz I'd surely die of boredom if not for my trusty lil itouch. Created a twitter account for YY and got her to tweet for the first time in the middle of the training. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovdcl5IA0I/AAAAAAAACfY/lmldGM_B06c/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371630463847236418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovdcl5IA0I/AAAAAAAACfY/lmldGM_B06c/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The training session ended a couple of hours before dinner time, so we hung around at the tennis court for a while, waiting for time to pass. Alan was taking tennis lessons from SH and don't be fooled by the pics! He was busy running around and getting all sweaty not coz he was really playing a game of tennis. It's coz he was busy picking up all the tennis balls he'd hit all over the court. LOL! Oh, and Chloe played in her jammies and slippers. Terror!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovdcZu34_I/AAAAAAAACfQ/OEhD2ck2uJg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371630460583011314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovdcZu34_I/AAAAAAAACfQ/OEhD2ck2uJg/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got bored watchin them play tennis and went to Bun Strap for some sweet dessert. Haha... Yes, dessert before dinner. That's me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after I finished my dessert, it's time to go for dinner. We walked to the shuttle stand to wait for the shuttle. It will drop us off at Gohtong Jaya, where we'd have dinner. Goodness, we were ambushed by a lot of Middle Easterns when we wanted to get into the shuttle. They obviously were not introduced to the terms 'manners' and 'queue up' coz the moment the shuttle arrived, they walked to the front of the line and starting cutting the queue. So uncivilised!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally when we got into the shuttle, we quickly grabbed the nearest seats we could find. The ME were still getting into the shuttle. There were so many of them. At long last, when the whole shuttle was full and the driver couldn't squeeze anyone in anymore, we started moving. The entire shuttle was filled with an awful smell. Don't the ME shower? Or maybe it's their perfumes? I dunno, the stench was really unbearable. I hadta pinch my nose and breath thru my mouth the entire time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shuttle offloaded all the ME at the skyway station, then headed towards Gohtong Jaya, to our stop. I was horrified that we hadta get off at the bus stop at the side of the road and hadta walk about 1km to reach the restaurant!!! Aaaargghh!! I was tired and hungry. Help!! Still hadta walk??! Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was greeted with the other attendees of the workshop when we reached the restaurant. How they got there so fast? Some of them drove, so the others hopped into their cars. The moment we sat down, we were spoken to in an extremely rude manner by the youngest and most junior member of the group. She's also the most junior in my department. Hmmm... Who does she think she is to speak in such rudeness. Her expression, tone of voice and choice of words... Not exactly wise to be behaving like that since she's still so new. Not worth it to piss the senior people off. Coz, will never know when she'll need to work with them. I for one, certainly don't appreciate such behaviour especially from a junior. If she's over performing at work, then it seems reasonable that her head might have gotten a bit to big coz excelling in her work. From what I heard, she sucks. Big time! So, why wanna be rude?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't really enjoy dinner. Food's ok. We had lotsa uninvited guests aka flying lil bugs that like to attack our hair. Sigh... Quickly ate then went off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hadta walk 1km back to the bloody bus stop. Oh, before I forget, Alan morphed into Dylan&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [his other personality who doesn't talk, doesn't laugh and doesn't really do much except brood and ignore people]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when we were waiting for the shuttle back at AGH. So, throughout the entire dinner time, it's really awkward coz he's being so Dylan!! We bought a few bottles of beer on our way back. Waited for quite some time before the shuttle arrived to bring us back to AGH. Dylan made new friends with the mat salleh family sitting beside him at the bus stop. Hmmmm... Weird. Dun wanna talk to us but talk to strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovdb0H8rTI/AAAAAAAACfI/q8pDf-MGMw4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371630450487635250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovdb0H8rTI/AAAAAAAACfI/q8pDf-MGMw4/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After showering, we went to VM's room and began our drinking and goss session. So fun and so funny!! Hahaha... We didn't have a bottle opener, so guess how we opened our bottles... Matthias! His teeth to be exact. Amazing, huh? I won't believe it if I didn't see it with my own eyes. Terror! Haahahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovdblVDjJI/AAAAAAAACfA/jhZS7g_MSuY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371630446516079762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovdblVDjJI/AAAAAAAACfA/jhZS7g_MSuY/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woke up bright and early to continue our workshop. The only more interesting speaker was the NuffNang dude, Tim. He has such passion for his company, it showed in everyway. How he spoke, how his face was always smiling, etc. Wow! Haven't met such enthusiasm in a long long time. He's one of the founders of NuffNang and it's doing well. Expanding all over Asia and Aus as well I think. And he's young. So, good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Chinese lunch at Rajawali, where we took turns trying on Carol's glasses. Do I look good with glasses? Dunno... Kinda not used to it. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovdbLA8IzI/AAAAAAAACe4/73eROFAfqsU/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371630439452386098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovdbLA8IzI/AAAAAAAACe4/73eROFAfqsU/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, finally at 5pm, we were released. Yay! Happily went home. Happy not only coz the training's ended, also coz of the good news I got :D&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/3651362535662319355-7990032221551010879?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/7990032221551010879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=7990032221551010879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7990032221551010879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7990032221551010879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-last-workshop-with-my-crazy.html' title='My Last Workshop with My Crazy Colleagues'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sovdcl5IA0I/AAAAAAAACfY/lmldGM_B06c/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-9108383961860054757</id><published>2009-08-19T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:19.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Yoo hoo! Finally I have time to blog :)</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes, I know, I have not been updating my blog for the longest time. Well, finally, I have some free time to do so. So, brace urselves coz there'll be loads of updates and lotsa lotsa pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found the pic below in my work lappie. This was taken when I was at a Premiums Exhibition in PWTC. Was walking around when this girl from a bag manufacturing company asked me whether I would like to take a pic. It's some 3D effect thingy, according to her. So, I stood in the middle of the booth, and let them snap a pic of me. Although it may look as if I'm standing on a bridge in the middle of a park, it's actually all fake. The bridge was a sticker on the floor and the park scenery behind me was a backdrop. Cool, huh? This 3D stuff. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovZaSoA8DI/AAAAAAAACew/Rd38cEF50jc/s1600-h/IMG_9196-therine.goh%40gmail.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371626026268946482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovZaSoA8DI/AAAAAAAACew/Rd38cEF50jc/s400/IMG_9196-therine.goh%40gmail.com.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lemme see... Where shall I start my updates... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's start with YY's birthday, which was a day after Dad's birthday. She's always sayin we somehow are connected and inter-related coz my birthday's the same as her mom's, our bfs' birthdays are just a few days apart and her birthday is 1 day after my Dad's. Hmmm... Okay, how that makes us 'connected' and 'inter-related', I really dunno. But she seemed pretty happy and excited about it, so I just let it be. As long as she's happy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovZZyyIWFI/AAAAAAAACeo/UNPofzk8Mfw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371626017721440338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovZZyyIWFI/AAAAAAAACeo/UNPofzk8Mfw/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since she took leave on her actual birthday, we celebrated with her a day before. Her assistant bought her a box full of cream puffs and placed candles amongst them. Very 'unique' birthday cake, but at least she's creative to do something different. As usual, all of us sang 'Happy Birthday' to YY before devouring the yummilicious puffs. I didn't get to eat one coz I was rushing out for an appointment. Hence, my harried appearance in the photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday, YY! I know you had a great one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-9108383961860054757?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/9108383961860054757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=9108383961860054757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/9108383961860054757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/9108383961860054757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/08/yoo-hoo-finally-i-have-time-to-blog.html' title='Yoo hoo! Finally I have time to blog :)'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SovZaSoA8DI/AAAAAAAACew/Rd38cEF50jc/s72-c/IMG_9196-therine.goh%40gmail.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-6819809508949840004</id><published>2009-08-17T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:19.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The secret thoughts of the fashion diva in Me...'/><title type='text'>GinQin Boutique</title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SokxH8Sx4EI/AAAAAAAACeg/lzs7m32U6u4/s1600-h/me+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370878043129765954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SokxH8Sx4EI/AAAAAAAACeg/lzs7m32U6u4/s400/me+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GinQin Boutique is up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SokxHb_SKGI/AAAAAAAACeY/7wa0MzJamGA/s1600-h/logo+3+blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370878034458060898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SokxHb_SKGI/AAAAAAAACeY/7wa0MzJamGA/s400/logo+3+blue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://ginqin.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&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/3651362535662319355-6819809508949840004?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/6819809508949840004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=6819809508949840004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6819809508949840004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6819809508949840004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/08/ginqin-boutique.html' title='GinQin Boutique'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SokxH8Sx4EI/AAAAAAAACeg/lzs7m32U6u4/s72-c/me+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-9074188135862142671</id><published>2009-08-01T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:19.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Public Enemies</title><content type='html'>Js watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_Enemies_(2009_film)"&gt;Public Enemies&lt;/a&gt;, starring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SnMpunZx08I/AAAAAAAACd4/8jomLjspPc0/s1600-h/johnny+depp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364677461956219842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SnMpunZx08I/AAAAAAAACd4/8jomLjspPc0/s400/johnny+depp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever talented Johnny Depp as John Dillinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SnMpucAls-I/AAAAAAAACdw/ngqP87SW3SI/s1600-h/christian+bale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364677458897777634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SnMpucAls-I/AAAAAAAACdw/ngqP87SW3SI/s400/christian+bale.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool as cucumber Christian Bale as Melvin Purvis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SnMpuJRd21I/AAAAAAAACdo/wfoOwWL4UEY/s1600-h/MC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364677453868292946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SnMpuJRd21I/AAAAAAAACdo/wfoOwWL4UEY/s400/MC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the beautiful Marion Cotillard as Billie Frechette, Dillinger's love interest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are the 3 main characters. There are lotsa other supporting characters but mostly, these 3 dominate the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't say I like this movie very much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[tot I'd like it before I watched it coz of the 2 eye candies: Johnny Depp &amp;amp; Christian Bale. I think both of them are so hot!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; coz it's really disturbing to see so many people getting shot dead with such realism. I know this is based on a true story but can't help but feel it's so wrong to see Johnny Dillinger die. Coz maybe it's Johnny Depp playing this character and he has always been playin characters who outwit his opponents and win in the end, so it's kinda hard to see him actually get caught in this movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't wait to watch him as the Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland. More like him to play such a weird character. Lookin forward to seeing how he'll portray the Mad Hatter :)&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/3651362535662319355-9074188135862142671?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/9074188135862142671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=9074188135862142671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/9074188135862142671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/9074188135862142671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/08/public-enemies.html' title='Public Enemies'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SnMpunZx08I/AAAAAAAACd4/8jomLjspPc0/s72-c/johnny+depp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-5415658652005648724</id><published>2009-07-25T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:19.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Photos Updates!</title><content type='html'>Okay, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update #1:&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Dad's birthday on the 16th of July. Took him to Kura for dinner then back home to cut the cake. Gave him Nike and Adidas outfits coz he loves to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreYncM7vI/AAAAAAAACdg/-m56vRELKv0/s1600-h/dad%27s+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362342820823494386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreYncM7vI/AAAAAAAACdg/-m56vRELKv0/s400/dad%27s+bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Update #2:&lt;br /&gt;Yaacob and I drove down to Malacca on a Sunday few weeks back coz I wanted to check on my roadshow there. We drove to Jonker Street before heading back to KL towards the end of our day-trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreTOVxluI/AAAAAAAACdY/M9ytnbhWrKM/s1600-h/melaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362342728186304226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreTOVxluI/AAAAAAAACdY/M9ytnbhWrKM/s400/melaka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Update #3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As mentioned in my previous post, I attended Jessie's Kent event at Maison. Found these pics in my camera. I think they're hilarious. Wad on earth were Jay and Khai doin??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreM-TPHsI/AAAAAAAACdM/-mm2o0ET0dc/s1600-h/Kent+%40+Maison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362342620801474242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreM-TPHsI/AAAAAAAACdM/-mm2o0ET0dc/s400/Kent+%40+Maison.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Update #4:&lt;br /&gt;Also mentioned in my previous post, went to Slob and Cassandra's wedding last Saturday. Here are the few pics that I snapped:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreI6DuDvI/AAAAAAAACdE/ApKsWsep9CI/s1600-h/slob%27s+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362342550943174386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreI6DuDvI/AAAAAAAACdE/ApKsWsep9CI/s400/slob%27s+wedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Update #5:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, also mentioned in my previous post, here are pics of Jebb's brand new lil car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Smrd8WUxoZI/AAAAAAAACc8/OZ6tJOWy1QY/s1600-h/beetle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362342335192605074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Smrd8WUxoZI/AAAAAAAACc8/OZ6tJOWy1QY/s400/beetle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-5415658652005648724?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/5415658652005648724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=5415658652005648724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5415658652005648724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5415658652005648724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/07/photos-updates.html' title='Photos Updates!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SmreYncM7vI/AAAAAAAACdg/-m56vRELKv0/s72-c/dad%27s+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-2859831739139618711</id><published>2009-07-19T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:20.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Materializing???</title><content type='html'>I had quite an activities-filled weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday ~ Went to Jessie's Kent pre-launch event &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[sorree, no pics. Lazy to snap pics that night] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;@ Maison. Dranks lots coz had a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stressful &lt;/span&gt;week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday ~ Rested at home then went for Slob's wedding dinner. Super hungry coz dinner was served after 9pm! Food was spicy and I can't really take spicy food on an empty stomach. But was too hungry not to eat. So, after finishing my food, my stomach developed a bit of gastric. Sigh... Still, managed to tahan the whole night. Went to Velvet/ Phuture after. Met lotsa old and unexpected friends!! Glad I went. Alison's back!! &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yeay!!!&lt;/span&gt; Found her partying in Phuture with her friends. Welcome back, gal! The entire place was crazy packed. Really jam packed to the max til I think my feet was stepped on like a million times and I couldn't move most of the time. Just got stuck coz too many people walking by, creating human traffic jam. Urrgh... Am still nursing aching toes and broken nails &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[grrrr!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday ~ Sent clothes to laundry at Bangsar then had late lunch at Bodega. Been ages since I ate there. Pam came shortly after and hung out with her for a bit before heading down to KL. I wanna buy Yaacob his birthday pressie. He wanted a card holder so I took him to Gucci and Prada and Ferragamo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[I already checked out most of the shops and shortlisted Prada and Gucci for him coz the card holders there are the best!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He's undecided on 2 of Prada's so I'll let him take his time to decide. Walked around a bit then went home to have dinner with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel totally exhausted. Dunno why... Wanted to take a nap just now but just can't seem to fall asleep. Hmmm... Wonder if it's the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;green tea&lt;/span&gt; I drank during dinner just now who's the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, pics will be uploaded later, not that there's a lot of them. Dunno why, felt too malas to snap pics this weekend. Just couldn't be bothered. Will snap more the next time I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jebb got her new car, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;VW Beetle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Friday... Weeee... Means I'll get to drive it when I go to Aussie end of the year. She emailed us pics of the car. It's silver and super cute. Can't wait to get behind the wheels of this baby. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, before I go for my spa shower&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [which I do every Sunday]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm praying hard and keeping all my fingers and toes crossed that this time, it'll &lt;strong&gt;MATERIALIZE&lt;/strong&gt;. Like, not just all talk and empty promises, but really &lt;strong&gt;REALLY HAPPEN&lt;/strong&gt; this time round. Coz, I can't take another disappointment anymore. I just can't!!!! Let's hope these guys really mean what they said and live up to their words and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; change their minds at the last minute like what happened the last time. Please, please, please lemme get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;IT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;soon as they said I would! I just want this chapter of my life to end&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [already prolonged, feels as if it's on life support. Forcibly staying alive even though it's meant to end] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and I'm so keen to start a new one. A new, better and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;brighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one with everyone who matters to me by my side to experience all new wonderful things and perhaps, I'll grow up a bit more and be a better person as well&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Fingers and toes crossed*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: Would like to keep anything that I can cross crossed as well but the only other body parts I can think of that I can cross are my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which would be rather inconvenient since I need to walk around, etc and my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which would gimme a frightful headache and impair my sight. So, I'll just stick to fingers and toes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-2859831739139618711?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/2859831739139618711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=2859831739139618711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2859831739139618711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/2859831739139618711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/07/materializing.html' title='Materializing???'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-4716341199106672585</id><published>2009-07-03T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:20.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I HATE/ CANNOT STAND/ WANNA KILL... [WARNING-Total b****ing session ahead. Proceed with caution]'/><title type='text'>Grrr... What the heck is wrong with GSC's website??!!!</title><content type='html'>Here I am tryin to buy movie tix online at GSC's website but the stupid site just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WON'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; load!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WTH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying for the past half hour. Getting really pissy about it. If GSC wanna give customers an option of buying movie tix online via their website, the least they can do is make sure &lt;strong&gt;IT IS WORKING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took ten minutes for the homepage to load. Then, for the past 20 minutes or so, I tried logging in with my ID but the page just stayed the same. Tried clicking on the reservations tab, waited for what felt like ages, but no response wadsoever. My internet connection's fine. So, must be the bloody site not working. Why izit &lt;strong&gt;NOT WORKING?!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grrrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally making me freaking frustrated and spoiling my Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damnit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-4716341199106672585?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/4716341199106672585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=4716341199106672585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4716341199106672585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4716341199106672585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/07/grrr-what-heck-is-wrong-with-gsc.html' title='Grrr... What the heck is wrong with GSC&amp;#39;s website??!!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-6591260339976706869</id><published>2009-06-29T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:20.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events/ Celebrations/ Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>He Turned 28!!</title><content type='html'>It was Yaacob's birthday last Sunday. We started the celebration for his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hari keputeraan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at our fav Thai place, Flying Chilli's @ Gardens. Then, ice-cream @ Dessert Bar. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqDelNkzI/AAAAAAAACc0/tAIN_x1O7KA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352785502599484210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqDelNkzI/AAAAAAAACc0/tAIN_x1O7KA/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then returned to the Gardens to watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1055369/"&gt;Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/a&gt;. Was super excited about the movie. Love Transformers 1 to bits. The sequel was great coz of the introduction of a lot of new robots but still, script-wise, story-wise and overall, the first movie's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqDNL8t5I/AAAAAAAACcs/KnzpUqSt7CM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352785497930119058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqDNL8t5I/AAAAAAAACcs/KnzpUqSt7CM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day, we had brunch at our fav weekend lunch place, Backofen. Went for a foot massage after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqDHxvCtI/AAAAAAAACck/JT7AADOef_4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352785496477993682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqDHxvCtI/AAAAAAAACck/JT7AADOef_4/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After dropping Yaacob home, I went home to make him his &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'surprise'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cheesecake. Mom helped me a lot in making it. Mom and Soo even helped me buy a nice cake box, tray, plastic 'happy birthday' sign, knife and candles, so my cake will look super&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'pro'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partied at Velvet at night and celebration Yaacob's birthday countdown there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqC6raXuI/AAAAAAAACcc/gW8WCKusIEY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352785492961812194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqC6raXuI/AAAAAAAACcc/gW8WCKusIEY/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had a round of shots and 2 flamings and loads of other booze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm3mO9SII/AAAAAAAACcU/q29g54FKd6A/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352781999960311938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm3mO9SII/AAAAAAAACcU/q29g54FKd6A/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He terbabas-ed at the end of the night. We went over to Phuture and he was super-friendly, offered to help people at the next table take pics, then he himself was in the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm3HGLtNI/AAAAAAAACcM/JshLdLV0-RU/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352781991602009298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm3HGLtNI/AAAAAAAACcM/JshLdLV0-RU/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ended the night by walking around Zouk and danced there a bit before the lights came on. Drove him and Suilin home. Thank goodness I mantained sober!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed a hot stone massage at &lt;a href="http://amantenailspa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amante&lt;/a&gt; the following day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm2zdOF9I/AAAAAAAACcE/XjFbfR4HU9k/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352781986329925586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm2zdOF9I/AAAAAAAACcE/XjFbfR4HU9k/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The massage was &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super relaxing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I really enjoyed it. I love falling asleep during massages. Makes me feel very rejuvenated and fresh after ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm2tBXkHI/AAAAAAAACb8/jCE1yqfha1s/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352781984602493042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm2tBXkHI/AAAAAAAACb8/jCE1yqfha1s/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went for late lunch @ &lt;a href="http://www.schokolart.com/main.html"&gt;Schokolart&lt;/a&gt;. The food and choc drinks there never fail to make me happy. The roesti was superb and the hot choc that I had was sinfully &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;deli-CIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! I really like the whole concept of Schokolart and their mugs, dishes and glasses. E.g. my hot choc came in a mug called the&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 'hugga mugga'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It's designed in a way for customers to hug the mug with their hands to feel the warmth of the drink before enjoying it. So creative, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm2kLqn3I/AAAAAAAACb0/iVqA31GKDPs/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352781982229766002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Skjm2kLqn3I/AAAAAAAACb0/iVqA31GKDPs/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went back to Yaacob's place after that to hang out and help out for the BBQ. His family threw him a BBQ for his birthday. The food was simply scrumptious. The beef, chicken, potato salad and salad. All so yummy. His mom, dad and sisters are really good cooks. They marinated the meat themselves, made the potato salad from scratch, even the salad dressing was homemade. Hmmm... Wonder when Yaacob will 'inherit' this family talent and cook me a feast &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Hint hint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Kekekeke.... Felt quite shy during cake-cutting coz my cake was placed beside the professional choc mud-pie from Secret Recipe &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Blush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Thank goodness the kids like my cake. They were eating lots of it. &lt;strong&gt;Phew!&lt;/strong&gt; Sigh of relief :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Honey! Hope you had a great one!! &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love you lots!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-6591260339976706869?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/6591260339976706869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=6591260339976706869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6591260339976706869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6591260339976706869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-turned-28.html' title='He Turned 28!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SkjqDelNkzI/AAAAAAAACc0/tAIN_x1O7KA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-6637896687493609630</id><published>2009-06-22T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:20.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I HATE/ CANNOT STAND/ WANNA KILL... [WARNING-Total b****ing session ahead. Proceed with caution]'/><title type='text'>Wad's all the fuss about? Izit even necessary??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edison_Chen"&gt;Edison Chen&lt;/a&gt; ~ disgraced actor from HK who went into exile after his sex scandal which shook the whole region and even managed to gain coverage in CNN has decided to show his face in public again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he feel any shame? Doesn't he feel embarrassed to be showing his face again? And who does he think he is to try to launch his fashion empire here, targetted at our youth? Does he think he's fit to be a role model to our youth with his tarnished reputation??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the negative publicity, this fella is thick-skinned enough to come out and give interviews, trying to &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/6/21/nation/4166153&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;re-establish himself &lt;/a&gt;as a businessman, producer, bla, bla. OMG! Does he even have any talent to do any of these? His acting and singing were not that great to begin with. And to emphasize that he's in '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dark_Knight_(film)"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/a&gt;' really does not do justice to the movie. I mean, having a small role, where if you blink your eyes you will miss him, is not considered to be 'in' a movie. Just be direct about it and admit you're just an extra. Don't try to naikkan your falling profile by associating yourself with a movie as big as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in KL last weekend to &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Sunday/National/2587754/Article/index_html"&gt;launch his fashion outlet in Bangsar&lt;/a&gt;. A mob of his die-hard fans were there to catch a glimpse of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sj837PXSfPI/AAAAAAAACbs/z36LEHX3H2c/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350056373215460594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sj837PXSfPI/AAAAAAAACbs/z36LEHX3H2c/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even more embarrassing is the ignorance of our local youth. The young girls and guys who flocked to his shop opening to be near him and to take photos with him. Why all the fuss? Why all the support? Don't they realise who they're worshipping? A perverted animal in human skin. A sick sick disgusting being whose despicable secret life was exposed to the world. Why then, did he receive such a warm welcome from our locals? I feel embarrassed by the ignorance of my fellow countryman. When news of this opening comes out in the media, the whole world will think Malaysian's are pathetic, ignorant fools who worship perverts. And I'm not alone with this school of thought. There are &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/6/22/focus/4167011&amp;amp;sec=focus"&gt;others&lt;/a&gt; out there who are as disturbed as I am over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sj836qd78II/AAAAAAAACbk/iel-DW1Upuk/s1600-h/edisoncheninZouk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350056363311231106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sj836qd78II/AAAAAAAACbk/iel-DW1Upuk/s400/edisoncheninZouk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I pity the people, especially the girl-fans who seemed as if they struck lottery just coz they managed to snap a few photos with this fella. Even more pitiful are those who proudly show off their photos and thought it's all so cool. How do I know? Just search in Google and a list of blogs, etc will come up displaying photos of Edison and his adoring legion of girl-fans from KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm... Don't they know who they're associating themselves with? By behaving like adoring, swooning fans, don't they realise how this reflects on them? It either reflects: a) they are stupid with no intelect whatsoever to judge what's right and wrong with their actions/ b) they simply don't care about their own reputation to be associated as a loyal, dedicated fan of a pervert/ c) they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[this applies to girls only]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just wanna be part of the scandal and hoped to get laid by this fella to get their 5 minutes of fame/ d) they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[also applies to girls only]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are sluts themselves who can relate to Edison coz they probably share the same disgusting hobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate those who blindly worship people just coz they're mat sallehs or someone with a bit of fame. Don't even have the intellect to assess if the person they worship is worth it. Just coz of their skin color or their fame/notority&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [depending on how you view it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, this doesn't mean they are more superior than us. At the end of the day, they are humans just like us, with no super powers whatsoever. So why all the fuss? Izit necessary to lower yourself as secondary beings to these supposedly more &lt;em&gt;'superior' &lt;/em&gt;ones? Sad to say, in this country, a lot of people are like this. And, just coz of a rotten apple, the whole basket is spoiled. Meaning, the rest of us who have a bit of ability to think reasonably will be tainted too! We will be known in general as the ignorant &lt;em&gt;'Malaysians'&lt;/em&gt; even though not &lt;strong&gt;ALL &lt;/strong&gt;of us are like that. Urrghhh... I so don't deserve to be labelled like this, man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I'm damn pissed with all these media coverage and attention this Edison fella gets. He's not to blame. The people who showered him with all the adoration are. Coz they're Malaysians, and coz of their &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;bulls**t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; behavior, I might be labelled and mistaken as one of them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... I'm looking forward to a day where all these &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid, ignorant, blind worshipping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of supposed &lt;em&gt;'superior'&lt;/em&gt; foreigners or so-called &lt;em&gt;'celebs'&lt;/em&gt; will end. Then, it'll do justice to the rest of us who are intelligent enough to know our own worth and realise everyone is equal, and nobody is more superior than the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-6637896687493609630?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/6637896687493609630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=6637896687493609630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6637896687493609630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/6637896687493609630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/06/wad-all-fuss-about-izit-even-necessary.html' title='Wad&amp;#39;s all the fuss about? Izit even necessary??!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sj837PXSfPI/AAAAAAAACbs/z36LEHX3H2c/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-7286080622623418903</id><published>2009-06-21T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:20.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Chulo on a Sat Nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sj4Wa97GwrI/AAAAAAAACbM/j95V6VPg1n0/s1600-h/chulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349738059917607602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sj4Wa97GwrI/AAAAAAAACbM/j95V6VPg1n0/s400/chulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Was at Chulo with colleagues last night til about 2am. Then drove down to Velvet to meet the gang, but they already left when we arrived. Hung out with other friends then headed home. An eventful night ~ drama minggu ini ~ but too lazy to go into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaacob's birthday is next week. Already have a plan on how to celebrate with him. Weird thing is, I haven't even gotten my birthday present and now, it's his birthday and I've gotta buy him &lt;strong&gt;HIS&lt;/strong&gt; pressie. Not his fault. The present I want is not available anymore now. Gotta wait a couple of days more to find out whether I can still get it. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today's Father's Day!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wooo hooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Gave dad a &lt;em&gt;'bubble bath-heat retaining-foot massager'&lt;/em&gt;. Hope he likes it. Will be having dinner at home coz mom's sick and she's not fit to have outside food. Gonna have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;'lala'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so it's all good ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-7286080622623418903?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/7286080622623418903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=7286080622623418903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7286080622623418903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7286080622623418903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/06/chulo-on-sat-nite.html' title='Chulo on a Sat Nite'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/Sj4Wa97GwrI/AAAAAAAACbM/j95V6VPg1n0/s72-c/chulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-282708283402177320</id><published>2009-06-14T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:20.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Dad to the Rescue!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjULEHgpzjI/AAAAAAAACbE/oTEH6tZV0oQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347192297935719986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjULEHgpzjI/AAAAAAAACbE/oTEH6tZV0oQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my way home on Wed, the air from my car's air-cond turned hot, then I noticed smoke coming outta the bonnet. Like really a lot of smoke, as if someone was having a nice BBQ under it. I looked at the temperature and it was super high. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Water boil'!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Yaacob to ask him what to do. He said to stop the car immediately and call my Dad. So I did, and Dad came to my rescue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!! Thank goodness he's back from Penang. He came asap to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, my hero :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took the car to the workshop the next day to fix it. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another episode to add in to my list of car dramas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-282708283402177320?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/282708283402177320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=282708283402177320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/282708283402177320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/282708283402177320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/06/dad-to-rescue.html' title='Dad to the Rescue!!'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjULEHgpzjI/AAAAAAAACbE/oTEH6tZV0oQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-5034931891354604853</id><published>2009-06-13T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:20.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Travels'/><title type='text'>Krabi</title><content type='html'>Finally, my long awaited beach hol finally materialized last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of going back to Phuket, then decided to go to Krabi instead since we've not been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the noon flight to Krabi on Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBuJ3OVdI/AAAAAAAACa8/tCdn-a4y9rU/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346548706307888594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBuJ3OVdI/AAAAAAAACa8/tCdn-a4y9rU/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reached the hotel just in time for lunch. The entire design of the hotel is nice. But the same can't be said of the service of the staff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBt9P-oRI/AAAAAAAACa0/OWW5anObeVc/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346548702922055954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBt9P-oRI/AAAAAAAACa0/OWW5anObeVc/s400/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After lunch, we walked out to Aonang. The beach was abt 2km away from the hotel and the first half km of the walk was through a pretty quiet road. The entire place was rather empty and quiet. Hmmm... Not happening at all. And we were both quite taken aback by the quietness of the entire area. There seemed nothing much to do there. Shops were mainly selling art pieces and the usual touristy stuff. Gawd, it's gonna be a boring 4 days here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBt-P9ExI/AAAAAAAACas/bXzlfkjSOHg/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346548703190389522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBt-P9ExI/AAAAAAAACas/bXzlfkjSOHg/s400/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After speaking to a lady from a tourist information centre, we went for a massage. This massage place was pretty decent. Reasonably priced and clean. Massage was good. We went for 2 hours body massage and 1 hour foot massage. Totally&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; relaxed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBtmWZSoI/AAAAAAAACak/qtEqrdU_ZEk/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346548696774953602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBtmWZSoI/AAAAAAAACak/qtEqrdU_ZEk/s400/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After our massage, we wanted to eat. But &lt;em&gt;*horrors*&lt;/em&gt;, most restaurants were closed. Goodness! It was only slightly after 10pm and everything was closed. In the end, we ate at a mamak kinda place coz we had no where else to go for food. Then, the walk back to the hotel was quite scary coz the streetlights were not on and it was pitch dark. The walk was long and it freaked us out a little. Sigh... I was begining to regret coming to Krabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, we were up bright and early for our island excursion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBtbnLtTI/AAAAAAAACac/3WnoWYHO7wU/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346548693892576562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBtbnLtTI/AAAAAAAACac/3WnoWYHO7wU/s400/f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The islands were not as beautiful as those that we went to during our Phuket trip. The waters were not so clear and the beach not so soft and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st stop was at Hong Island Lagoon where we stayed in the boat and just snapped pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAxTI3P9I/AAAAAAAACaU/3rFN81qQR10/s1600-h/hong+island+lagoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547660825771986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAxTI3P9I/AAAAAAAACaU/3rFN81qQR10/s400/hong+island+lagoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2nd stop was at Pakbia Island. Had no idea why the guide wanted to stay here for 45 min coz there was nothing here. Only a pathetic patch of sand. No even considered a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAxPuXmhI/AAAAAAAACaM/wiunpONJFf4/s1600-h/pakbia+island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547659909339666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAxPuXmhI/AAAAAAAACaM/wiunpONJFf4/s400/pakbia+island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3rd stop was at Lading Island. The island had birds in cages and a couple of huts that looked like something outta 'Survivor'. The main highlight was the fishes that'd swim real close around us. We stayed about an hour and a half, snorkelling then had lunch which the guide packed from Krabi. Lunch was not so great, rice with vegetables and chicken that were already cold. Hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAw7BH51I/AAAAAAAACaE/IXP1T3q2bJQ/s1600-h/lading+island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547654350858066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAw7BH51I/AAAAAAAACaE/IXP1T3q2bJQ/s400/lading+island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Final stop was at Hong Island Bay, where we stayed for a couple of hours. Just sat on the beach and chit-chatted with Yaacob. Then a couple from Finland joined us and we talked til it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAwiD41GI/AAAAAAAACZ8/1Nx2oGxh2yU/s1600-h/hong+island+bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547647651566690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAwiD41GI/AAAAAAAACZ8/1Nx2oGxh2yU/s400/hong+island+bay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was pretty tired after a long day out island hopping. On our way back, the waves were really strong and at one point, I thought the boat would capsize. A strong current rocked the boat to one side and the Thai kid that came with the guide fell off the boat into the sea. I was panic-stricken!! But the guide was real calm. Like it was nothing. I looked around and finally saw the kid about a metre away from the boat. Only his head was visible, bobbing on the surface of the water. &lt;strong&gt;Goodness!&lt;/strong&gt; I would be screaming my lungs out for help if I were him. This kid just smiled and swam back to the boat. Okaaay.... Must not be a first time for him to fall off the boat, I think. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAwos_omI/AAAAAAAACZ0/irCRH85AOug/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547649434591842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAwos_omI/AAAAAAAACZ0/irCRH85AOug/s400/g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we got back to the hotel, we lazed around the pool til evening. Then, showered and watched Transformers on TV before heading out for lunch. I can never tire of Transformers. Can just watch it over and over again. Such a cool movie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at this place called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blue Mango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I realised that in Krabi, the Thai food really sucks. The tomyam was not strong and tasty enough. The curry was watery and diluted. Thai food in KL taste much better. After 2 disappointing Thai meals, we decided to forget about it and eat western food for the rest of our stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked along Aonang after dinner. Yaacob bought me a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;nice seashell hairclip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Had nothing to do, went back to the hotel to watch TV and drank beer. This is the most boring hol we've ever had. The place really had nothing to do. Sigh... Really shoulda went to Phuket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAdTfh_rI/AAAAAAAACZs/NHEd6cXFF3U/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547317323464370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAdTfh_rI/AAAAAAAACZs/NHEd6cXFF3U/s400/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day, after breakfast, did a bit of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sun-tanning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAdRhtkgI/AAAAAAAACZk/qHzEbiSiItk/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547316795740674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAdRhtkgI/AAAAAAAACZk/qHzEbiSiItk/s400/h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, decided to head out for lunch. Snapped some pics at the hotel before going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAdJEZfcI/AAAAAAAACZc/xktbq-nx-QQ/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547314525306306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAdJEZfcI/AAAAAAAACZc/xktbq-nx-QQ/s400/i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I said, the design of the hotel was really nice. But the service was bad. The staff was not friendly and didn't look like they want to assist/serve us at all. When we spoke to them, they'd just look blankly at us most of the time, no smiles, nothing, like they're reluctant to serve us. The reception was not 24 hours, the restaurant closes at 9.30pm and room service was only til 11pm. Our bed comforter &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stank&lt;/span&gt;, but they didn't change it even though we requested for clean one. The towels had little black dirt balls on it and we hadta ask for fresh clean ones. Really, don't be fooled by nice pics of hotels in their websites. Hafta do more research before actually booking into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAc9ekFnI/AAAAAAAACZU/mmNQgf2m3lM/s1600-h/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547311413827186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAc9ekFnI/AAAAAAAACZU/mmNQgf2m3lM/s400/j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had lunch then shopped the afternoon away. Ended the day with a 3 hour massage then dinner. When we got back to the hotel, it was time to pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Krabi at noon on Monday. Couldn't wait to get home. I've decided to really do more research on the places and hotels for my future holidays. Krabi certainly was not my cup of tea. Guess I'm really a city girl at heart and am used to crowds and more fast-paced places ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAcj5mfCI/AAAAAAAACZM/MvHa8qMhpDo/s1600-h/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547304547908642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLAcj5mfCI/AAAAAAAACZM/MvHa8qMhpDo/s400/k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had a really bad allergy attack when I got back. Entire face was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;swollen, red and itchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Entire upper body had rashes and was itchy. Definitely not the food coz I didn't have seafood in Krabi. Dunno whether it's the water that's not clean or the hotel room. Suffer... Especially my face!! Arrgghhh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-5034931891354604853?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/5034931891354604853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=5034931891354604853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5034931891354604853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5034931891354604853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/06/krabi.html' title='Krabi'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjLBuJ3OVdI/AAAAAAAACa8/tCdn-a4y9rU/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-5838317496052645219</id><published>2009-06-13T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:20.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The secret thoughts of the fashion diva in Me...'/><title type='text'>My Obsession with Shoes</title><content type='html'>I can't help it!! I have a weakness for shoes. I told myself time and again to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! But... In the end I gave in to my obsession... Sigh... These are the reasons there's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hole in my purse. It's bled and dried up. I can't shop anymore!!! Arrgghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought these couple of months ago: White gladiators and gold strappy heels.&lt;br /&gt;I needed new flower sandals for my beach hol. YY bought a pair of khaki flower sandals for me when she was in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK9AOuYPHI/AAAAAAAACZE/UoGnnKzvFxM/s1600-h/shoes+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346543519292472434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK9AOuYPHI/AAAAAAAACZE/UoGnnKzvFxM/s400/shoes+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bought the sexy heels before my beach hol. Simply couldn't resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest was bought after my hol. I was actually sufferring from a bad allergy that day. Went to see a doctor. Then, went for lunch. On my way back to my car, I walked past a boutique, and the rest is history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, it's so bad. Even when I'm sick and swelling all over I managed to buy so many pairs of shoes. But they're super nice!! Can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my splurge&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; [not really a splurge, I managed to get discounts for all of it!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, while walkin to my car, I felt a sense of dread. What have I done??? Shit! Mom's so gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hid the shoes in the car booth. Then, when I got home, I launched a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'operasi smuggle kasut dalam rumah'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the help of my sister and maid. They were very cooperative. Managed to get mom to make cheesecake in the kitchen. So, while she was preoccupied, I quickly ran to the car, grabbed my shoes and dashed upstairs and hid them in my room. Phew!! Thank goodness for the quick thinkin of my sister on distracting mom with the idea of baking a cheesecake. Haha... Thanks, Soo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK8_-YdmtI/AAAAAAAACY8/-_nepGYjnEI/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346543514905582290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK8_-YdmtI/AAAAAAAACY8/-_nepGYjnEI/s400/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not only shoes, I got a cardy and a skirt too!! It was super cheap. At Krabi, as dead as it was, I managed to find quite a few nice items. Harem pants, a dress and a nice sleeveless top and some bangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK8_7QrCYI/AAAAAAAACY0/rKBkhvJ9Fg0/s1600-h/steals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346543514067601794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK8_7QrCYI/AAAAAAAACY0/rKBkhvJ9Fg0/s400/steals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, no more shopping for me. I'm serious this time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-5838317496052645219?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/5838317496052645219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=5838317496052645219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5838317496052645219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/5838317496052645219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-obsession-with-shoes.html' title='My Obsession with Shoes'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK9AOuYPHI/AAAAAAAACZE/UoGnnKzvFxM/s72-c/shoes+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-7349335791733193606</id><published>2009-06-13T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:20.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The secret thoughts of the fashion diva in Me...'/><title type='text'>Took my new baby out shopping</title><content type='html'>Went shopping at 1U one Saturday with mom and lil sis. Took my new Damier out... Hehe... Yes, I got it!!!!! Ecstatic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw HK actress Bernice Liu. She came to promote Nutox. She's really pretty. If there were not so many people, I'd go take a pic with her. But the crowd was insane that day, so forget it. My time was better spent shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shop I did. A shop was closing down and discounts were up to 75%. Of coz must grab! Great bargain. Managed to buy a few really nice tops. Tried on a black jumpsuit. It fitted perfectly but was defective. It was the LAST PIECE!!!! Arrgghhh... So frustrating when that happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a pretty productive day. Bought lots of new clothes. The only problem now is where to keep it. My cupboards are bursting already. Sigh... Really need to buy a new cupboard. And note to self: No more shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK7b-yAnjI/AAAAAAAACYU/RK1LNhZf1FM/s1600-h/1U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346541797025816114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK7b-yAnjI/AAAAAAAACYU/RK1LNhZf1FM/s400/1U.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-7349335791733193606?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/7349335791733193606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=7349335791733193606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7349335791733193606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/7349335791733193606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/06/took-my-new-baby-out-shopping.html' title='Took my new baby out shopping'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjK7b-yAnjI/AAAAAAAACYU/RK1LNhZf1FM/s72-c/1U.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-8395438208677596183</id><published>2009-06-13T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:20.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Travels'/><title type='text'>Roadshow @ JB</title><content type='html'>Went down to JB for work last month. A van drove us down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKzfbHPDaI/AAAAAAAACYM/F9E3JfCgXRc/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346533060077620642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKzfbHPDaI/AAAAAAAACYM/F9E3JfCgXRc/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hotel was decent. Rooms are clean and quite spacious. But wifi was lousy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKzfC1717I/AAAAAAAACYE/QsOF1viAj4A/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346533053562607538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKzfC1717I/AAAAAAAACYE/QsOF1viAj4A/s400/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We fooled around in VM's room after dinner, while waiting for setup time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKze-aOWhI/AAAAAAAACX8/PBWJXF-PijI/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346533052372638226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKze-aOWhI/AAAAAAAACX8/PBWJXF-PijI/s400/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Setup at midnight. Heard people singing in the distance but can't see anyone. Freaky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKze101b7I/AAAAAAAACX0/utd-m9xDSVs/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346533050068332466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKze101b7I/AAAAAAAACX0/utd-m9xDSVs/s400/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were at the site bright and early the next day. It's gonna be a long long day. As I walked to our booth, loud music was blaring from the cars on display at the parking lot. Urgh... Don't tell me this is gonna go on for the whole day, I thought to myself in annoyance. And it did went on the whole day -_- My poor eardrums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped set up the buntings and our booth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKzedtrWpI/AAAAAAAACXs/l-bjYnP3ass/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346533043595860626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKzedtrWpI/AAAAAAAACXs/l-bjYnP3ass/s400/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since we couldn't speak Mandarin, which was the main language in JB, our jobs were reduced to passing out balloons to kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4zbLbEI/AAAAAAAACXk/fmcpc_1hOqc/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346531297077193794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4zbLbEI/AAAAAAAACXk/fmcpc_1hOqc/s400/f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside the hall, other sponsors and vendors were displayin their goods. Shows were on-going on the stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4nLpLfI/AAAAAAAACXc/6BX98G6vG7o/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346531293790809586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4nLpLfI/AAAAAAAACXc/6BX98G6vG7o/s400/g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were mini miners and vintage cars on display. How can I not snap some pics?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4ubT6WI/AAAAAAAACXU/uE6ROcwOqcM/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346531295735572834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4ubT6WI/AAAAAAAACXU/uE6ROcwOqcM/s400/h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that, we go busy giving out leaflets. Anyhow, we made some time to snap some memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4WdfoBI/AAAAAAAACXM/EllJY8Y6OsQ/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346531289302278162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4WdfoBI/AAAAAAAACXM/EllJY8Y6OsQ/s400/i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JY failed kuat-kuat at posing. We gave her some pointers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4PTxi_I/AAAAAAAACXE/yQ7GjlqJcWQ/s1600-h/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346531287382461426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKx4PTxi_I/AAAAAAAACXE/yQ7GjlqJcWQ/s400/j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The official launch of the event was at 1pm. There was a lion dance, then some speeches followed by the ribbon cutting. I missed all of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxd6scjSI/AAAAAAAACW8/aEnmWLTQt_g/s1600-h/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346530835172199714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxd6scjSI/AAAAAAAACW8/aEnmWLTQt_g/s400/k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why? Coz I was busy backstage and at the sound room organizing our dancers' performance. These bunch of Russian dancers came straight from GHR. Their bodies were amazing. So toned and curvy. And they're definitely not shy. Changed their costumes at the backstage in public for all to see. They were just in their g-strings and bras. But then again, with bodies like theirs, why should they be shy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxdrKg4nI/AAAAAAAACW0/go3e3POVgvE/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346530831003345522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxdrKg4nI/AAAAAAAACW0/go3e3POVgvE/s400/l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Needless to say, our performance were the most applauded one. It really blew the audience away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxdvberMI/AAAAAAAACWs/eGOtRhNxoPg/s1600-h/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346530832148245698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxdvberMI/AAAAAAAACWs/eGOtRhNxoPg/s400/m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a while, it was time to pack up. The day came to an end at about 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxdUMgAOI/AAAAAAAACWk/PRLqwMy_eow/s1600-h/n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346530824837660898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxdUMgAOI/AAAAAAAACWk/PRLqwMy_eow/s400/n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of us were dead tired. I fell sleep in the van on the way back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at a nearby restaurant. The fish was superb!! Then, went for foot massage to relax before heading back to the hotel to drink. Alan was super afraid of massages for some unknown reason. He looked terrified, like he's gonna be eaten or something. Hmmm... The boy has issues, man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxdCpexUI/AAAAAAAACWc/V1PcyfYTkI8/s1600-h/o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346530820127376706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKxdCpexUI/AAAAAAAACWc/V1PcyfYTkI8/s400/o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although tiring, it was fun and I got to know my colleagues from other departments better. They're a really sporting bunch. And very funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st roadshow done, 9 more to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... Just thinking about it makes me feel exhausted :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-8395438208677596183?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/8395438208677596183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=8395438208677596183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/8395438208677596183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/8395438208677596183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/06/roadshow-jb.html' title='Roadshow @ JB'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKzfbHPDaI/AAAAAAAACYM/F9E3JfCgXRc/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651362535662319355.post-4238946083098840037</id><published>2009-06-13T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:20.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as it is...'/><title type='text'>Phuture Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKgshJaEBI/AAAAAAAACVs/qhO8RHQ-Yig/s1600-h/phuture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346512394314715154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKgshJaEBI/AAAAAAAACVs/qhO8RHQ-Yig/s400/phuture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup, we partied at Phuture again. Super packed as usual but we had fun ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651362535662319355-4238946083098840037?l=chicquitta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/feeds/4238946083098840037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651362535662319355&amp;postID=4238946083098840037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4238946083098840037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651362535662319355/posts/default/4238946083098840037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicquitta.blogspot.com/2009/06/phuture-again.html' title='Phuture Again...'/><author><name>T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNajPdQHyCU/SjKgshJaEBI/AAAAAAAACVs/qhO8RHQ-Yig/s72-c/phuture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
