<?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-16447166</id><updated>2012-03-01T00:51:24.967+08:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Misc'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='Research'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>Mikolah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>629</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-1393782974264229167</id><published>2012-03-01T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T00:51:24.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired~</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy for the past 1 year I think. Each time someone wants to meet up with me, I will say that I am quite busy so maybe have to wait till after certain month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, I told my friends that I probably will have more til after Feb because I went China. Then when March arrived, I realised that my March schedule is almost full! Again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As guan yin dan is on 11 March, I have to practice for that show. The practice schedule for SL will be every Wednesday and Friday. Then on 2 saturdays, I have to go down for final rehearsal. Ang's schedule will be every Tuesday and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang's full length show will be on 17 March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Ang&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - SL&lt;br /&gt;Friday - SL&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - SL&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Ang/SL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I chiong 2 places for rehearsal, 4-6pm at Ang's, 7-9pm at SL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only free days are Monday and Thursday and on these 2 days I have to do my powerpoint presentation for 3 library workshop and 1 school workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 library workshops on 10, 18 and 26 March. &lt;br /&gt;1 School workshop on 27 March.&lt;br /&gt;3 Perfromances on 3, 11 and 17 March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, I busy or not????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah, I probably cannot meet anyone right now. Maybe April lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I dunno what's up in April also.. Gosh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-1393782974264229167?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/1393782974264229167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=1393782974264229167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1393782974264229167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1393782974264229167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2012/03/tired.html' title='Tired~'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-1448970085520308041</id><published>2012-02-28T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T12:38:46.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetful Mum</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my mum cooked my favourite tomatoes with eggs for dinner. Unfortunately, she forgot to serve it and that dish sat in the work for another 4 hours until my father's dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum discovered the eggs and quickly came into my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I want to tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: *hahahaha* I just realised that I forgot to give you the eggs during dinner and the eggs are still in the wok.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WAH~&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Softer! Don't let lao ba know...&lt;br /&gt;Me: wah lau... u really getting old and forgetful liao...&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You go eat the eggs now la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I went into the living room, my father asked me why I am eating the eggs now, didn't I ate it during dinner time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ..... *Silence* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can start a new category in my blog called 'My Mother's Blurness'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-1448970085520308041?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/1448970085520308041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=1448970085520308041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1448970085520308041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1448970085520308041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2012/02/forgetful-mum.html' title='Forgetful Mum'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-3869311712065099642</id><published>2012-02-23T22:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T00:07:02.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chingay 2012</title><content type='html'>Recently come back from China then got time to sort out pictures and post! These pictures were taken from rehearsal and actual performance day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CttcSwNyjpM/T0ZUI1vBQ3I/AAAAAAAAL1U/tPWpIJzV4eo/s1600/Chingay%2B2012%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712345688206033778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CttcSwNyjpM/T0ZUI1vBQ3I/AAAAAAAAL1U/tPWpIJzV4eo/s400/Chingay%2B2012%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only chance I can sit the the audience area to watch the show was during the rehearsal. I like the water idea~ Though it really made the performers uncomfortable. Still it was nice to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uSNKatKB0p4/T0ZUHZ9o-FI/AAAAAAAAL1I/0UXTuCn3Dhs/s1600/Chingay%2B2012%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712345663571294290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uSNKatKB0p4/T0ZUHZ9o-FI/AAAAAAAAL1I/0UXTuCn3Dhs/s400/Chingay%2B2012%2B010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The party marches in~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_m7KvxmS11o/T0ZUGguWLfI/AAAAAAAAL08/X9iCb1Rk6Y0/s1600/Chingay%2B2012%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712345648206327282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_m7KvxmS11o/T0ZUGguWLfI/AAAAAAAAL08/X9iCb1Rk6Y0/s400/Chingay%2B2012%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A group photo taken inside the resting area in the pit building. We were kind of lucky because most performers' resting area is outside, near to the performance area. But we can stay in this air con room until it's our turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqz3G9mWVGw/T0ZUGlXDZ-I/AAAAAAAAL0s/TOzMl9t3dHA/s1600/Chingay%2B2012%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712345649450805218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqz3G9mWVGw/T0ZUGlXDZ-I/AAAAAAAAL0s/TOzMl9t3dHA/s400/Chingay%2B2012%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My t-shirt says Don't Touch Me!!! Recently I got very little time to do my own stuff and therefore I dun have time to photoshop my photos anymore. The photos you see nowadays are of the original me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQRHzQlNecI/T0ZUF4xI7fI/AAAAAAAAL0k/YyucekyxcIY/s1600/Chingay%2B2012%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712345637480623602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQRHzQlNecI/T0ZUF4xI7fI/AAAAAAAAL0k/YyucekyxcIY/s400/Chingay%2B2012%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My colleague and me~ She is the one who jio-ed me to join this show. It must be surprising to many that I actually agreed to do this dragon dance. Actually I just wanted to experience it. Life is short, so try all things before you are to old and you can't try anymore! Of course when I say all things, there is still a limit. Like I will never try bungy jumping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iGbpW9xnnT0/T0ZU1JJjZsI/AAAAAAAAL2U/-fb7-PqkHdM/s1600/Chingay%2B2012%2B115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712346449331840706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iGbpW9xnnT0/T0ZU1JJjZsI/AAAAAAAAL2U/-fb7-PqkHdM/s400/Chingay%2B2012%2B115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marching in... with the heavy plaque showing Yio Chu Kang.. Waiting for our turn to dash into the water~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6QLMD-L4QLI/T0ZU0oa8ObI/AAAAAAAAL2I/turPuAdGRVg/s1600/Chingay%2B2012%2B108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712346440546400690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6QLMD-L4QLI/T0ZU0oa8ObI/AAAAAAAAL2I/turPuAdGRVg/s400/Chingay%2B2012%2B108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1Ci-AA6OyE/T0ZU0tFWU4I/AAAAAAAAL18/fNiAKUW1JYI/s1600/Chingay%2B2012%2B107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712346441798013826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1Ci-AA6OyE/T0ZU0tFWU4I/AAAAAAAAL18/fNiAKUW1JYI/s400/Chingay%2B2012%2B107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pinky dragon~ So nice! There were 3 colours, green, orange and pink so I am lucky to be in the pink team cuz I like pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1G-txjZDhI/T0ZUy6jJt4I/AAAAAAAAL1w/qenGbYuR2Yk/s1600/Chingay%2B2012%2B104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712346411052939138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1G-txjZDhI/T0ZUy6jJt4I/AAAAAAAAL1w/qenGbYuR2Yk/s400/Chingay%2B2012%2B104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31q6LVgvhFE/T0ZUygPqj7I/AAAAAAAAL1k/rBq8gCLOe7g/s1600/Chingay%2B2012%2B102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712346403991883698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31q6LVgvhFE/T0ZUygPqj7I/AAAAAAAAL1k/rBq8gCLOe7g/s400/Chingay%2B2012%2B102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gh9NDui1oz4/T0ZVEG_VL7I/AAAAAAAAL2g/F3b6CTqzjOQ/s1600/Chingay%2B2012%2B147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712346706450132914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gh9NDui1oz4/T0ZVEG_VL7I/AAAAAAAAL2g/F3b6CTqzjOQ/s400/Chingay%2B2012%2B147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 pan pans getting married! Cute hor? I think being in the trishaw is shiok la, dun have to tread in the water and wet your dress~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bRIomv_eMzQ/T0ZS6gamsmI/AAAAAAAAL0Y/Ng_rrLSXD9U/s1600/040220121824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712344342453465698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bRIomv_eMzQ/T0ZS6gamsmI/AAAAAAAAL0Y/Ng_rrLSXD9U/s400/040220121824.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WKXWixjYb_s/T0ZS6BTtm5I/AAAAAAAAL0Q/PWLVMEMDGAM/s1600/040220121823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712344334103059346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WKXWixjYb_s/T0ZS6BTtm5I/AAAAAAAAL0Q/PWLVMEMDGAM/s400/040220121823.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Balloons of the 12 horoscopes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-lO_reEoJ0/T0ZS53VVDjI/AAAAAAAALz8/r2K0cn6zIDY/s1600/040220121822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712344331425484338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-lO_reEoJ0/T0ZS53VVDjI/AAAAAAAALz8/r2K0cn6zIDY/s400/040220121822.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lUy8wOeVqX0/T0ZS4ah7N0I/AAAAAAAALz0/pkurvIlRd4E/s1600/040220121821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712344306513819458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lUy8wOeVqX0/T0ZS4ah7N0I/AAAAAAAALz0/pkurvIlRd4E/s400/040220121821.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Kz7vrffJyU/T0ZST7oSNGI/AAAAAAAALzo/-rvcoZPs0aI/s1600/040220121820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712343679743702114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Kz7vrffJyU/T0ZST7oSNGI/AAAAAAAALzo/-rvcoZPs0aI/s400/040220121820.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These fu lu shou(s) were wearing mangs... And then they drag the mangs into the water and the costume were soaked! I felt so wasted because there were a total of 99 fu lu shou(s)! Meaning 99 costumes were ruined just like that!!! You can see that the below part were all black black already.. and the colour fell off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUSYz6sdAe0/T0ZSTtVAsbI/AAAAAAAALzc/vHxa4u6COXw/s1600/040220121819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712343675904766386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUSYz6sdAe0/T0ZSTtVAsbI/AAAAAAAALzc/vHxa4u6COXw/s400/040220121819.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cT8g-bqTBts/T0ZSTLZUo9I/AAAAAAAALzM/XTiRAOzh0nk/s1600/040220121818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712343666796045266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cT8g-bqTBts/T0ZSTLZUo9I/AAAAAAAALzM/XTiRAOzh0nk/s400/040220121818.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gB2ogukK-r0/T0ZSSy-9vnI/AAAAAAAALzE/x0ORDCaJBqs/s1600/040220121817.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute pandas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl3meGnRZXA/T0ZSSalRj6I/AAAAAAAALy4/rULL4fux96c/s1600/040220121816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712343653692837794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rl3meGnRZXA/T0ZSSalRj6I/AAAAAAAALy4/rULL4fux96c/s400/040220121816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRp0dM8ybCI/T0ZR41JqgsI/AAAAAAAALys/zixmBrvPfw8/s1600/040220121815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712343214148190914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRp0dM8ybCI/T0ZR41JqgsI/AAAAAAAALys/zixmBrvPfw8/s400/040220121815.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cf8gF55bcBk/T0ZR4vyO1KI/AAAAAAAALyg/WqOyVdKim3c/s1600/040220121814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712343212707730594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cf8gF55bcBk/T0ZR4vyO1KI/AAAAAAAALyg/WqOyVdKim3c/s400/040220121814.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This time there were many lions and dragons made of different materials. There were even these lions made of balloons! Very good leh, cuz very light. Not like my dragon, heavy like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WfcFA6hOtSE/T0ZR4daebUI/AAAAAAAALyQ/6qYS_Bl7Zok/s1600/040220121813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712343207776251202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WfcFA6hOtSE/T0ZR4daebUI/AAAAAAAALyQ/6qYS_Bl7Zok/s400/040220121813.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adeline, acting as mermaid. The pinkest one smiling at the camera is her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNMje8sszQc/T0ZR327IiYI/AAAAAAAALyI/YbLJOZlA8Cw/s1600/030220121812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712343197444245890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNMje8sszQc/T0ZR327IiYI/AAAAAAAALyI/YbLJOZlA8Cw/s400/030220121812.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The helpers were still very high after the show, they were shouting and cheering all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fyWKa0BeiTE/T0ZR3c79voI/AAAAAAAALx8/vUAk9hh3aPk/s1600/030220121811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712343190468411010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fyWKa0BeiTE/T0ZR3c79voI/AAAAAAAALx8/vUAk9hh3aPk/s400/030220121811.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The place where they store our pink dragon, you can see the green dragon too. I prefer the pink one~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends were surprised to know I took part in dragon dance this time. They are used to seeing me as hua dan, doing all those softy or sickly actions. Suddenly I do something so butch, they not use to it. LOL.. it's ok la, I am very random one mah, very unpredictable and I like to remain unpredictable. HAhahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-3869311712065099642?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/3869311712065099642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=3869311712065099642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3869311712065099642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3869311712065099642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2012/02/chingay-2012_23.html' title='Chingay 2012'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CttcSwNyjpM/T0ZUI1vBQ3I/AAAAAAAAL1U/tPWpIJzV4eo/s72-c/Chingay%2B2012%2B011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-959673721765282960</id><published>2012-02-23T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T14:42:50.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!</title><content type='html'>Hi all, I am back finally, after a tedious but successful mission to Guangzhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes I get frustrated over things, the trip was still overall a happy and fruitful one. We bought lots of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn bloody tired today cuz I touched down at 530am, reached home at 630am and went to work at 9am. I can't do this anymore cuz I am old now and doing so will make me older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I am going to sleep now!! LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about the trip when I got time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so damn busy I dunno when I can have time to do nothing and just slack at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-959673721765282960?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/959673721765282960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=959673721765282960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/959673721765282960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/959673721765282960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-122214413946432030</id><published>2012-02-14T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T21:07:20.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Sign!</title><content type='html'>Saw this funny sign of 'Beware of molesters'! How would you design a sign like that??? LOL. Apparently the creative designer did this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLpIOB46X24/TzpaklcJbnI/AAAAAAAALxs/74uhdXL7W6A/s1600/140120121768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708975062217485938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLpIOB46X24/TzpaklcJbnI/AAAAAAAALxs/74uhdXL7W6A/s400/140120121768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL, it looks so funny and the butt of the lady is so perky! Perky butt~ It is trying to tell us not to have perky butts or stick out your butt too much because you will attract molesters. Ok ladies? Remember, don't stick out your butts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-122214413946432030?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/122214413946432030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=122214413946432030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/122214413946432030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/122214413946432030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2012/02/funny-sign.html' title='Funny Sign!'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLpIOB46X24/TzpaklcJbnI/AAAAAAAALxs/74uhdXL7W6A/s72-c/140120121768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-8352370800271168698</id><published>2012-02-14T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T01:33:40.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coke from USA</title><content type='html'>Some time ago, a Canadian colleague was telling us about how coke from USA sucks. And it tasted weird with this werid high fructose corn syrup thingy in it. He said that the coke in Singapore tastes so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week when he returned from USA after a meeting there, he bought us a can to try. LOL.. so funny. Especially bought us a can of coke. So all of us tried a little of the USA coke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UctK8klsXIg/TzlHSI-GytI/AAAAAAAALxU/-thxN0wEnXo/s1600/090220121829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708672379640007378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UctK8klsXIg/TzlHSI-GytI/AAAAAAAALxU/-thxN0wEnXo/s400/090220121829.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cw3v2SJHRus/TzlHRigzPPI/AAAAAAAALxI/N8saSUjl-TM/s1600/090220121828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708672369316543730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cw3v2SJHRus/TzlHRigzPPI/AAAAAAAALxI/N8saSUjl-TM/s400/090220121828.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The can looks nice ... but the taste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tasted like the coke candy that I ate when I was a kid. That fakish coke taste. It wasn't very sweet like I expected but the taste was weird, fake taste. If not for the can, I will think that this coke is an imitation from China or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gW9RDicsDzg/TzlHSrJg4AI/AAAAAAAALxk/CieSeJTLHwM/s1600/090220121827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708672388814659586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gW9RDicsDzg/TzlHSrJg4AI/AAAAAAAALxk/CieSeJTLHwM/s400/090220121827.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My coke, you see the ice also arranged so nicely inside! LOL... like a flower leh! Nice hor. And that's my daily green tea which I was so silly to pao when I haven't finish the coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and I took a bit of my messy desk so you know that I am a very busy worker. Hahaha... And yes, I got a TV on my desk. lol... Arrgghh.. tomorrow still got work. still got so many deadlines to meet. SIAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-8352370800271168698?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/8352370800271168698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=8352370800271168698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8352370800271168698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8352370800271168698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2012/02/coke-from-usa.html' title='Coke from USA'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UctK8klsXIg/TzlHSI-GytI/AAAAAAAALxU/-thxN0wEnXo/s72-c/090220121829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-4618056506255314700</id><published>2012-02-11T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T01:21:04.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>500 note</title><content type='html'>Yday I dug out all my Asian foreign currencies to separate out the HKD and the RMB for use next week when I go HK and China. Then I came across a $500 note. I think and I think and I think. But I cannot recall whether it belongs to China or to Hongkong. I took out my $500 note from HK and saw that they looked very different. Then I go online and tried to find a $500 RMB but then I found out that China actually don't have 500RMB. 100RMB is the biggest note they have!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I searched a website which shows all the HKD500, new and old no longer in use prints. But the old prints also don't have this note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pek Cek, I googled again, keying in '500 note deer' as the note shows some deers on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I found out where this note belongs..... Please see......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZieEWWsaVss/TzX12KOSiFI/AAAAAAAALw8/TKSW3khP1mw/s1600/100220121830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707738413568002130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZieEWWsaVss/TzX12KOSiFI/AAAAAAAALw8/TKSW3khP1mw/s400/100220121830.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a TWD. &lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning that instead of being worth about $100SGD, this note actually only worth $30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent so much time finding out where this note belongs to. I should have just taken a photo and MMS fm... Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of my silly little story of how I found out this note is a TWD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-4618056506255314700?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/4618056506255314700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=4618056506255314700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/4618056506255314700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/4618056506255314700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2012/02/500-note.html' title='500 note'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZieEWWsaVss/TzX12KOSiFI/AAAAAAAALw8/TKSW3khP1mw/s72-c/100220121830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-2725005971981062052</id><published>2012-02-03T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T01:18:32.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chingay 2012</title><content type='html'>This year, I am taking part in Chingay again. Thanks to my colleagues who asked me if I wanted to take part in the dragon portion. I thought why not? A good chance to exercise, to know more people, to watch Chingay for free and can dance in 'high' mode. So I agreed readily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently, the dragon is not an easy part. If you are going to watch Chingay on Sunday, please note the PINK LACEY DRAGON. I am like the 3rd person in the PINK LACEY DRAGON. Oh well, at least it's pink la. My fav colour... That is like my consolation you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time round, I not so easy job as 2 years ago, just standing on the float and wave. This time I gotta RUN! Running for my life while my pink lacey dragon spray water on me!!! Make me wet from top to bottom... From inside to outside. Then in front behind everyone kicking the water. Like playing in swimming pool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I KP alot, I still enjoy it. It's tired but it was fun. I did it even though I knew it will be tiring because it's not every time or every year that I can do this. And if I don't do it while I am still young then wait till when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有花当折直需折，莫待无花空折枝！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprenez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the first day performance, then Saturday is the VIP performance. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-2725005971981062052?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/2725005971981062052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=2725005971981062052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/2725005971981062052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/2725005971981062052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2012/02/chingay-2012.html' title='Chingay 2012'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-5723009332688315000</id><published>2012-01-25T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T01:19:04.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Durian</title><content type='html'>My father brought some durians home because my sister was pestering him for it. So that day he bought some and some weird things happened during our eating session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I discovered this super big hole!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TsccUViTqI0/Tx9izPgMc4I/AAAAAAAALwA/dKC4Rk_uBYQ/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701384285748753282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TsccUViTqI0/Tx9izPgMc4I/AAAAAAAALwA/dKC4Rk_uBYQ/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is like a mega deep hole lor! And inside this mega deep hole is a mega thick durian! I dunno who ate this super big durian though. But all the durians were nice, the seeds were all very small! So although we didn't buy a lot, we had our fill that day. Now just writing about me make me crave for it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it was my mother. She very what lor. She was laughing and laughing so much and then she tried to throw the seed into a plastic bag opposite her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgs32FTNg1k/Tx9izSAyCXI/AAAAAAAALwQ/HQ7zMZLQu34/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701384286422305138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgs32FTNg1k/Tx9izSAyCXI/AAAAAAAALwQ/HQ7zMZLQu34/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mum laughing like crazy.. then when she threw..... the seed landed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KxEyz5Dvyl4/Tx9iz93m8DI/AAAAAAAALwY/UeAMpIE7X3s/s1600/securedownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701384298194989106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KxEyz5Dvyl4/Tx9iz93m8DI/AAAAAAAALwY/UeAMpIE7X3s/s400/securedownload.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; very far away.... really very not accurate lor. Fly so far away, I had to take a picture and show people!!! Power leh... hahaha.. After this my mum can't stop laughing and laugh laugh laugh all the way.... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-5723009332688315000?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/5723009332688315000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=5723009332688315000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/5723009332688315000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/5723009332688315000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2012/01/durian.html' title='Durian'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TsccUViTqI0/Tx9izPgMc4I/AAAAAAAALwA/dKC4Rk_uBYQ/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-1425266688590492718</id><published>2012-01-22T01:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T00:47:15.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JunHua's Wedding</title><content type='html'>I have come to a stage whereby my friends are getting married at an amazing speed! Thank god I dun have a lot of frens and so my damage wasn't so huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun hua's wedding was a lunch, not dinner, at Marina Mandarin. I was there quite early and saw that another buddy of mine, Henry, was there as a brother~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--V5Zg_bkjlY/Txr0v40bFYI/AAAAAAAALus/6pQbkaMEOvk/s1600/121120111687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700137381934077314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--V5Zg_bkjlY/Txr0v40bFYI/AAAAAAAALus/6pQbkaMEOvk/s400/121120111687.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry the one on the most left, the very thin one. He was my buddy in poly and he knows basically everything about me. That is before he left me and went KK. He was always there when I was sad, happy, angry... When he left, he handed me over to Lock and asked Lock to look after me. So then it became Locky who was always there for me. Ahhh, I am grateful to have these buddies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz2m21eWSQw/Txr0x2gftaI/AAAAAAAALvc/s-LPZ9RYO6U/s1600/121120111692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700137415673361826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz2m21eWSQw/Txr0x2gftaI/AAAAAAAALvc/s-LPZ9RYO6U/s400/121120111692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cold dish! With a lobster in the middle watching us eat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TrRuF6PAR34/Txr0xSoiXkI/AAAAAAAALvQ/cMC1kJ3YRR4/s1600/121120111691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700137406043414082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TrRuF6PAR34/Txr0xSoiXkI/AAAAAAAALvQ/cMC1kJ3YRR4/s400/121120111691.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is En Xi, my friend's daughter! So big already!!! Prettier and prettier also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGGtOQNqniA/Txr0xNKB7UI/AAAAAAAALvE/Fs4TUgfiFSE/s1600/121120111689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700137404573281602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGGtOQNqniA/Txr0xNKB7UI/AAAAAAAALvE/Fs4TUgfiFSE/s400/121120111689.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Junhua knows his wife from the school they teaching in, they gave highlighters as a door gift. Quite cute and useful too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QsRmPCY2UU/Txr0wJ9wp5I/AAAAAAAALu4/q8vwwgy4K5Y/s1600/121120111688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700137386536642450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QsRmPCY2UU/Txr0wJ9wp5I/AAAAAAAALu4/q8vwwgy4K5Y/s400/121120111688.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jun hua and bride..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--UilJgA-ewg/TyF4xAHJHII/AAAAAAAALww/dYHfHtv9nfg/s1600/121120111694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701971386466638978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--UilJgA-ewg/TyF4xAHJHII/AAAAAAAALww/dYHfHtv9nfg/s400/121120111694.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This dessert is nice! NEver had something like this before in wedding dinner. It was a mango sago with ice cream! Yum! I love ice cream!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as usual, people started asking me when is my turn etc.. I told them my turn will never come! Or maybe it will but when I am 40 years old ok. I still got so many things waiting for me to do. I can't afford to get tied down. Thank goodness another friend, Entaro was with me and he is another one who wants to enjoy single freedom. LOL. So I wasn't the only one around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lunch ended, it was only like 4pm? I still got time to go Marina Square walk walk leh... Later on in the evening, I met Susan they all at Esplanade to watch Nick's play. :) But I hate to wear heels all day!! Dang. Can't change out of them too cuz then I will look weird wearing this dress with flats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-1425266688590492718?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/1425266688590492718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=1425266688590492718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1425266688590492718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1425266688590492718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2012/01/junhuas-wedding.html' title='JunHua&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--V5Zg_bkjlY/Txr0v40bFYI/AAAAAAAALus/6pQbkaMEOvk/s72-c/121120111687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-3460847573176283061</id><published>2011-12-16T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T01:05:06.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS Line Breakdown</title><content type='html'>Today very bloody suay. I was going to Bugis to watch the new Ekin's movie. So I met up with my bro under my block and took a bus to AMK MRT station. I reached AMK at about 640pm. By right I should reach Bugis by 7:20pm and be in time for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the freaking train started dragging itself when it reached Novena and stopped at the station for a very long time.. Bad omen. Then at Newton, it stopped for very long and suddenlthe lights were switched off. We were told to get off the train. Wah lau eah. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pek cek leh cuz I dunno when is the next train and the announcer keep saying sorry for incovenience caused. Sorry got what shit use?? I want the train to move so I can reach bugis in time for my show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally another train came and the passengers all squeezed into it. I told my bro that he must by hook by crook cram into that train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were like sardines packed into a tin. inside the train...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the bloody shit train reached Orchard and once again stop for a very long time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having this whole stomach of fire. Recently just got this Cab far hike and in October we had public transport fare hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hike here hike there. Hike until very song! But then the train still SUCKS LIKE NOBODY BUSINESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its making me fuming mad as I stood inside this sardine tin in orchard station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I decided ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! I got off and decided to take a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran, literally ran to the bus stop at lucky plaza. My bro was tagging behind me and got onto bus 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we bloody hell know, Orchard is always full of people and cars at this peak hour. The bus moved slowly. Slower than any other vehicle on the road. The cars beside us keep moving by and we were just stuck there. Then at every bus stop it has to stop forever to load and unload passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING PEK CEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with our public transport? What the hell is wrong with our MRT? Keep having breakdowns and disruption. Keep telling us that they are sorry for inconveniences. PLEASE!~ They should compensate us for our inconvenience and not just say it. Like I paid for my movie ticket so is SMRT bloody hell going to compensate me my movie ticket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone also posted a picture on fb. It was a picture taken inside the cab with the screen flashing, 'income opportunity, MRT breakdown along Bishan to Marina Bay, pick up passengers from the stations'.. something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this some kind of CONSPIRACY? That SMRT have a breakdown right after the cabs raised their fares? So that people who are rushing for time has no choice but to take the cab? Or so that people will be forced to detour and take a longer route?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to compensate me for me detour today?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to compensate my movie ticket????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those top people inside SMRT doesn't even take MRT. They don't really care how bad the MRTs are and how the frequent disruptions are affecting the people. It's none of their business. They are just concerned about their paychecks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Bugis, the mrt staff still got the cheek to tell me take east line to paya lebar then take circle line to bishan then take bus to AMK. A bloody big detour can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom go out after work and for once I go out, I have to endure this kind of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Govt says that we are not having enough social life and therefore we are not getting married and making enough babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE SHIT LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this kind of lousy transport, frankly speaking I would rather stay at home. I regretted going out today. So without going out, I wont meet new people and I won't get married, not to mention make babies! So indirectly, SMRT is causing me my social life. How is SMRT going to compensate me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transport minister, SLEEPING AH?? Still say our mrt is the best in the world. Best my A%%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying you top salary but you are not deliverying top transport system! Pay u so much money for what? Pay you to sleep on ur job ah??? And make people pek cek with so many disruption and then just come out and say 'sorry for the inconvenience'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking got so many inconveniences that I cannot finish counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is SMRT really serious about their train service? Or are they really just concerned about their escalators? Always tell people how much effort they spent on maintaining the escalators. Please lah, you think I give a damn to the escalators? Shopping centers got a lot lah... I can use the stairs. ALL I want is the train to work. Like that also very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.... Vote Opposition...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-3460847573176283061?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/3460847573176283061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=3460847573176283061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3460847573176283061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3460847573176283061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/12/ns-line-breakdown.html' title='NS Line Breakdown'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-3516460864612811086</id><published>2011-12-13T00:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T01:02:31.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaddict Competition</title><content type='html'>A Sec Sch fren of mine organised a competition and I participated in it as a support. People support me so I must support them back. The competition involved taking photo of myself with a gadget. Any gadget. As a gadget addict (tho I really can't afford) I think this contest suits me. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had a show yesterday, I might as well take a photo with make up on. Hahaha. special leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was at home. Everyone went out. My liang shan bo was late (as usual) so I was all alone to complete this task. I had to use a timer on my camera to take the photos. I took and retook and retook many times because I had to find the right position. It was difficult to use timer without a tripod you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take until my face all become sweaty. Had to touch up make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, show you all the failed photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9TCoFdwo-mQ/TuYvsxCkGjI/AAAAAAAALjY/nD83j8Bdhxo/s1600/DSC06350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685284025726671410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9TCoFdwo-mQ/TuYvsxCkGjI/AAAAAAAALjY/nD83j8Bdhxo/s400/DSC06350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Failed cuz cannot see my hair... I chose the MP3 player cuz I want to have this dreamy photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MTTwoX1ZDzA/TuYvkb-7DZI/AAAAAAAALjM/waEp3rVmP5I/s1600/DSC06358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685283882635300242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MTTwoX1ZDzA/TuYvkb-7DZI/AAAAAAAALjM/waEp3rVmP5I/s400/DSC06358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Failed, my hand, no, my fingers were not very nice. Else I think this photo is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dLIPrlIgI9Q/TuYvkapwjiI/AAAAAAAALjA/_wyl2ZppkLw/s1600/DSC06355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685283882278096418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dLIPrlIgI9Q/TuYvkapwjiI/AAAAAAAALjA/_wyl2ZppkLw/s400/DSC06355.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tried one with me looking at the MP3 player but I think it's not as nice as having eyes closed. The famous yueju close eyes technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I took one that I think not too bad... Mai hiam can accept. But I gotta edit away the background of my home! Funny right if I just post like that, then everyone can see my living room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6t6OEI3FUQU/TuYk-T3nmKI/AAAAAAAALgw/W_7m0jP37jI/s1600/DSC06360-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685272232505874594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6t6OEI3FUQU/TuYk-T3nmKI/AAAAAAAALgw/W_7m0jP37jI/s400/DSC06360-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the final photo I picked and edited. I wanted to add some background at first but a bit lazy leh.. Haiz. No mood to photoshop. PHotoshop must have mood one. So I chin cai just post like that la.. Anyway I don't expect to win anything. Just participate for fun. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of my photo is 英台也疯狂. Zhu Ying Tai cannot resist the temptation fo the good music from her MP3 player while waiting for her Shanbo to come pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is true that I was indeed waiting for shanbo to come. She came very late lor!! My god. My make up all melted. Later on I also took some pictures for shanbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TgBDZUFG_3g/TuYyh-ot2xI/AAAAAAAALjk/Ni1RbwUFoD8/s1600/DSC06366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685287138932677394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TgBDZUFG_3g/TuYyh-ot2xI/AAAAAAAALjk/Ni1RbwUFoD8/s400/DSC06366.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shanbo is an iphone addict. Every single moment must stick to her iphone... So Yingtai snatched the phone away from her and 自拍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lGRKw7nC090/TuYyiIWMLuI/AAAAAAAALjw/hjB5CdjiJSw/s1600/DSC06369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685287141539327714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lGRKw7nC090/TuYyiIWMLuI/AAAAAAAALjw/hjB5CdjiJSw/s400/DSC06369.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture also quit good for the contest but I think I still prefe the MP3 player one. Heh heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I posted my pic on the contest page, my fren told me that he laughed until stmoachache.... Erm... is that a good sign??? LOL my photo is not meant to be funny lor my god. It's the famous yueju close eyes technique leh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-3516460864612811086?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/3516460864612811086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=3516460864612811086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3516460864612811086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3516460864612811086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/12/gaddict-competition.html' title='Gaddict Competition'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9TCoFdwo-mQ/TuYvsxCkGjI/AAAAAAAALjY/nD83j8Bdhxo/s72-c/DSC06350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-3961189418321645296</id><published>2011-12-11T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T01:53:41.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cockroach Night</title><content type='html'>I am gonna write about our trip to Tawau, recording down the little bits and pieces of our trip. Our happiness as well as our sourness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write for a long time because I know that  this Tawau trip will be a bloody long blog and will probably take me ages to write. Also recently there are some shit people trying to disturb my troupe's peace so I must be very careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at KK on 01 Oct and went for dinner where as usual, we took some nonsense photos. The dinner there I think was by far the second best in the whole trip because we ate mostly in those malay restaurant and their food is very dry. I dun like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night in KK, we stayed in this I dunno what, service apartment? Or motel? I dunno but it's not really a nice place to stay in and I will definitely not stay there if given a chance. First of all, the rubbish bus driver said that he can't drive us right to the motel and had to drop as like opposite the motel. We then had to pick up our luggages and lug them across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we freaking lugged our luggages across a road including the props. Then we walked clumsily towards the lobby. Suddenly I saw that a cockroach was happily climbing up WX's jeans! I freaked out and shouted at WX. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WX got cockroach climbing up your legs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WX then panicked and started waving her arms blindly trying to fend off the cockroach but we don't see it anywhere. Don't tell me it's in her jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we heard a loud scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bloody loud one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Teng was screaming like there is no tomorrow. She screamed with all the air in her lungs squeezing out every single molecule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cockroach had innocently landed on May's arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May then started flinging her arms around wildly and then I screamed too because I was afraid that the she will fling the cockroach at me. I screamed and ran away at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with my scream, several others screamed too cuz they got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden the lobby was in chaos, you can see some people jumping up and down, some people searching the place for the damn cockroach. Then the lift door opened and May Teng dashed in. Whether she brought that cockroach with her, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we decided to bunk in 5 to a room. Me, My mum, May, YH and LZ. The room was very big with 2 big beds so it was ok for 5 to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Teng couldn't calm down after the cockroach incident and she kept looking around to check if there are more hiding around. Starting to get paranoid. She was the first to shower and she didn't close the bathroom door given the reason that she can faster run out if she come across any cockroaches in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness we got 2 not-afraid-of-cockroach members in our room. My mum and LZ. They will smack the cockroach if they spot one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disastrous. The motel room was quite dirty so we were pretty convinced that there will be cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on when it was LZ's turn to shower, May Teng went out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she came back, she saw that me, YH and my mum were hiding behind a wall. She faster walked to us and we told her that we planned to scare LZ. When she come out of the toilet, she wil see that we all left her alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stood there behind the wall for some time, waiting to LZ to come out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our disappointment, LZ directly walked to the wall where we were hiding and asked what we doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chey... no fun one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the room was getting bloody hot. The aircon was not working. We were like cooking in the room. We switched on YH;s USB fan but it was just a small little fan, cannot serve the 5 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something very funny happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I slept with my mum on the left bed. YH and May and LZ slept on the right bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lying for awhile, I felt warm so I asked my mum that we should sleep the other way, our heads at the foot of the bed which is nearer to the aircon. So 2 of us lied down in the other direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like 5 min, some people kp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wah lau so hot cannot sleep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them I feel fine, that my position is fine, I dun feel hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that 38 LZ came over and squeezed with my mum and me. In between us I think. And said that,"wah, here really not so hot hor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we lied in this position and gossiped. AFter some time, May teng was very pekcek cuz she was very hot. So I told her that I sacrifice la, I change with her. So now become May, LZ and my mum in one bed, me and yh in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more gossip, it was my mum's turn to kp that she can't sleep cuz it was too hot. So she jit tao go move a sofa under the aircon to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now is yh and me on one bed, LZ and May on the other and my mum on the sofa under the air-con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the last formation that finally worked and we all fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that we had 5 formations before falling asleep but I can't remember which one I missed out... Hmmm maybe yh or may teng can remind me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway we fell asleep in this perfect formation and suddenly in the middle of the night, the aircon became SUPER strong. We all started to freeze especially my mum who was under the aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, it was a terrible night la. First the cockroach then the aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also resulted in a bad mood 5ppl team the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we wanted to have breakfast at Mac. There was one right under our motel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our 'tour guide' brought us to a building oppositte to eat the so called local breakfast which is porridge and stuff like that. I dun really want to eat porridge early in the morning but who can defy ang? So we all went and I ordered a pork porridge. It was not so nice so I ate half. YH only ate a quarter I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As LZ was the last to recieve her food, she was still eating when ang wanted to go back so she told us to go to her room after we finished eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! AFter ang left, we went to Mac to get bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you lor, the mac in kk is bloody slow. I tot mac is fast food? Apparently it's SLOW food there and I mean SUPER slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited like 15 minutes I think and I keep having to tell that malay lady to hurry up... But she just couldn't I dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were afraid that if we tu too long in MAC ang will burst and G us all badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heng ah, ang never G us. She just want us to go her room and get a bottle of water (?) each.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-3961189418321645296?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/3961189418321645296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=3961189418321645296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3961189418321645296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3961189418321645296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/12/cockroach-night.html' title='Cockroach Night'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-6475738311241217471</id><published>2011-11-30T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:28:45.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Kitty Plane</title><content type='html'>I am not sure if you guys know but EVA is launching this Hello Kitty Plane and they are also having a whole new inflight entertainment system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I have been slogging on this, working doubly hard, trying to ensure that no mistakes were made for the past few months. It's really difficult because there are lots of details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane will be featuring Hello Kitty from the stewardess' aprons all the way to the utensils used. It's really cute and pinkish and I am sure that this plane will attract lots of attention from the girls. Even the boarding video is Hello Kitty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say too much about work, take a look at the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4239546842_f47d1f7f6d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4239546842_f47d1f7f6d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taiwanservices.com.tw/resources/member/280178/news/58b22871-6970-4f0d-9e6b-7e2b3c8667cc_1320045667518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.taiwanservices.com.tw/resources/member/280178/news/58b22871-6970-4f0d-9e6b-7e2b3c8667cc_1320045667518.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flightstory.net/wp-content/uploads/eva-hello-kitty-flight-attendant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.flightstory.net/wp-content/uploads/eva-hello-kitty-flight-attendant.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flightstory.net/wp-content/uploads/eva-hello-kitty-logo-jet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.flightstory.net/wp-content/uploads/eva-hello-kitty-logo-jet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-6475738311241217471?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/6475738311241217471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=6475738311241217471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6475738311241217471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6475738311241217471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-kitty-plane.html' title='Hello Kitty Plane'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4239546842_f47d1f7f6d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-91541598127906308</id><published>2011-11-10T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:17:22.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cable</title><content type='html'>*Singing* &lt;em&gt;How can I live without you~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was home during lunch time and my mother was angrily eating a pack of carrot cake. I chided her,"Wah seh, today never watch TV, so quiet ah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that she has been messing with the hubstation for the past dunno how long but she didn't manage to get it started up. I looked at it and the screen says "signal not found". Can't even switch to channel 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was irritated and pek cek. She said,"gian gian lor. No tv to watch. sian... My 'niang jia' cannot watch.. so many episodes, all diao ki lai.. all cannot watch liao..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on and on and on she can continue about how frustrated she is not being able to watch cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if she trying switching off and on again and she told me she tried everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called up SCV and they told me that there is a maintenance going on around my area and the whole area has no signal. He also told me that signal should return by 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told me my mum the news and she was very irritated with the fact that there will be no tv until 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then went to the kitchen and bring out a pack of vegetables to cut,"Sian ah, no tv, aiyah, pluck the vegetable lah... pek cek. so quiet. my niang jia still got so many episode.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home in the evening, I saw that she was watching TV again. I asked her what time she got that signal back. She said 3+pm. Hmm.. so early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yah lah, I buey gam wan mah. I walk around the house nothing to do so I press press press every few minutes lor.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, no cable cannot live..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today got another issue, my hubstation suddenly cannot record, she pek cek again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-91541598127906308?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/91541598127906308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=91541598127906308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/91541598127906308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/91541598127906308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/11/cable.html' title='Cable'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-9060355518869187950</id><published>2011-11-01T22:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T01:19:47.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>Why girls like shopping:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago I was out shopping with Ponyo. She told me that she can't buy anymore things because she has too many things at home. I agreed with her because that is what I felt about my room too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me for example, she has this Juicy Couture bag, which she bought at a sale, has not been used yet. I told her to just get it out and use it lor since she already bought it. She has kept it in her cupboard for a few months le. So she told me,"But I also bought a long wallet from Juicy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponyo: The long wallet cannot fit in the juicy bag cuz it's too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then like that you forever no need to use that bag le lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponyo: Yah so I cannot buy small bags now, all cannot use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Very easy mah, buy another juicy wallet, a small one, to match your small bag then you can use that bag le lor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple answer to the simple problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after buying a long wallet, a big bag and a small bag from juicy, she is going to buy another small wallet so that it can match the small bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why girls like shopping, we are always short of something.... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this doesn't apply to all girls but maybe 90% are like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, those of you whom never seen Juicy bags before, they are really lovely!!! I love this brand but I cannot afford so I never bought it. I bought chiong one but spoil liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the first one is the laptop bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6YHatWhMAdM/TrAJfXj66CI/AAAAAAAALXY/o4Hy2081K24/s1600/Juicy-Couture-Laptop-black001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670042365364725794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6YHatWhMAdM/TrAJfXj66CI/AAAAAAAALXY/o4Hy2081K24/s400/Juicy-Couture-Laptop-black001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1g0qzNgmphw/TrAJfFdf7XI/AAAAAAAALXI/r4VZlc0ch1A/s1600/juicy-couture-daydreamer-heart-medallion-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670042360505953650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1g0qzNgmphw/TrAJfFdf7XI/AAAAAAAALXI/r4VZlc0ch1A/s400/juicy-couture-daydreamer-heart-medallion-bag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kzSQ4oMtFdw/TrAJe3ssFTI/AAAAAAAALXA/Gv0WJ4zKLOA/s1600/JuicyCoutureHandbags007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670042356811568434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kzSQ4oMtFdw/TrAJe3ssFTI/AAAAAAAALXA/Gv0WJ4zKLOA/s400/JuicyCoutureHandbags007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9IpxilyzyA/TrALhatOluI/AAAAAAAALXk/Qp_EKRW-DsE/s1600/JW52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670044599592064738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9IpxilyzyA/TrALhatOluI/AAAAAAAALXk/Qp_EKRW-DsE/s400/JW52.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute right their designs, too bad I can't afford. Though not as ex as LV but still a bag that is more than $300 is not in my budget... In fact, I have not bought any bags that is over $40 before...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-9060355518869187950?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/9060355518869187950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=9060355518869187950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/9060355518869187950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/9060355518869187950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/11/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6YHatWhMAdM/TrAJfXj66CI/AAAAAAAALXY/o4Hy2081K24/s72-c/Juicy-Couture-Laptop-black001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-672810403303856900</id><published>2011-10-26T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:01:19.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry</title><content type='html'>Wah lau.... 难得 I today got some time free after completing my slides, want to play with my PSP, skali play halfway low batt. I quickly plug in the AC charger and to my horror my PSP doesn't charge!!! What the hell lor! I dunno what's the problem... It was still charging fine like 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's raining and I must faster bia to AMK to send my PSP to ICU. Wah lau eah, I hope my psp can be discharged on the spot lor. If must stay in for a few days then I sb sian liao.. Still have to go down 2 days later to collect. Dunno even got time to go down collect or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is I think I haven't save the game yet. Though it's not too far off but still! SB fan leh.... Suddenly just die on me like that, the heart just stopped beating, nothing i do can revive it! Change the heart also can revive.. Apparently it's not the heart problem. Dunno what shit problem lor.. Bloody hell..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-672810403303856900?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/672810403303856900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=672810403303856900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/672810403303856900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/672810403303856900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/10/angry.html' title='Angry'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-7330107922101941680</id><published>2011-10-12T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T00:52:08.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Opera</title><content type='html'>As we are going to act Ong Bo Chuan in near future, Ang suggested that we go watch the Teochew version of Ong Bo Chuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Teacher open her mouth, all must go unles you got valid excuse. So we all went and knowing that most of the students will be bored, we all 不约而同 brought tidbits and drinks to the venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD brought nuts and a few can drinks. May Teng brought crackers and biscuits (actually is for ah gu one). LZ bought tidbits on the spot. I think my mum brought something too but I forgot. YH brought sweets as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfdVnSdti9M/TpRzHPPe88I/AAAAAAAALL0/Cax_ne1GHHg/s1600/180920111666.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CY7DWUCuTmQ/TpRzHA6s4rI/AAAAAAAALLo/xVB5rwWuIV4/s1600/180920111668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662277195854045874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CY7DWUCuTmQ/TpRzHA6s4rI/AAAAAAAALLo/xVB5rwWuIV4/s400/180920111668.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VN2L-iLrhgs/TpRzG7lQbBI/AAAAAAAALLg/a-lEvuZf-H4/s1600/180920111667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662277194421922834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VN2L-iLrhgs/TpRzG7lQbBI/AAAAAAAALLg/a-lEvuZf-H4/s400/180920111667.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While teacher is sitting in front at the VIP seats, we were partying at the back rows. We didn't get good seats and couldn't really see clearly so most of the time we were chatting and eating and drinking. I think teacher must be really sad cuz the show wasn't very interesting and she couldn't come join us in the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end towards the end of the show, she came and sit with us. LOL... Our party is too hard to resist liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think where ever we all go, it will be like a party because some people will always bring something over to picnic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-7330107922101941680?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/7330107922101941680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=7330107922101941680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7330107922101941680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7330107922101941680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/10/watching-opera.html' title='Watching Opera'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CY7DWUCuTmQ/TpRzHA6s4rI/AAAAAAAALLo/xVB5rwWuIV4/s72-c/180920111668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-5106677406266168247</id><published>2011-10-12T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T00:45:51.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Gu</title><content type='html'>May Teng's vicious daughter did this to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5GP6qa_1vw/TpRyF_QIX5I/AAAAAAAALLY/VtSR26SjNj4/s1600/010920111623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662276078715559826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5GP6qa_1vw/TpRyF_QIX5I/AAAAAAAALLY/VtSR26SjNj4/s400/010920111623.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fkqflzXTAKQ/TpRyFqgbr3I/AAAAAAAALLI/jMNx4LeT2AY/s1600/010920111622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662276073146789746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fkqflzXTAKQ/TpRyFqgbr3I/AAAAAAAALLI/jMNx4LeT2AY/s400/010920111622.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really how the undersized midget daughter of hers can scratch her to this extend. I mean she is so little, just grab her hands and tell her to stop it will do right? At most she will wail and scream but it's better than letting her do whatever she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter aka Ah gu is really a handful lor. Super duper mega naughty and attitude. I think I will ki siao if I have a daughter like that. I will probably tie her hands together so she wont try anything funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway kids are not my thing. I am never good with kids. I prefer to play with adults. LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-5106677406266168247?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/5106677406266168247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=5106677406266168247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/5106677406266168247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/5106677406266168247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/10/ah-gu.html' title='Ah Gu'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5GP6qa_1vw/TpRyF_QIX5I/AAAAAAAALLY/VtSR26SjNj4/s72-c/010920111623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-3223705881954553342</id><published>2011-09-19T00:23:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:28:50.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cake</title><content type='html'>I was very very touched that Nick actually sent a cake to my home even though he knew that I will not be at home on my birthday. He delibrately brought me a cake and a present on that day. I appreciate the effort! My mum put the cake in the fridge so I actually didn't know that Nick has bought me a really cute and nice bday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D0qM9Y0disM/TnYbmzaP48I/AAAAAAAALGo/UQB0iPa4e8M/s1600/130920111635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653736735659516866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D0qM9Y0disM/TnYbmzaP48I/AAAAAAAALGo/UQB0iPa4e8M/s400/130920111635.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He said that he had to buy me this cake because that doll has got very long hair like me. LOL And the doll like to wear tarzan dress like me too... Very thoughtful! We kept this cake for 2 days before cutting because we wanted to make sure my whole family is there when we cut this cake so they can see how cute it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick also left me a present on my bed. Actually I don't know if he put it on my bed or my mum put it. Either way, I saw the gift on my bed when I got home at night. I opened it to see a lovely necklace inside a red jewellery box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u21iLDmiw8k/TnYbnOgampI/AAAAAAAALGw/mZyVZhXIo-M/s1600/130920111636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653736742933142162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u21iLDmiw8k/TnYbnOgampI/AAAAAAAALGw/mZyVZhXIo-M/s400/130920111636.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My presents~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--dljZjvZWVM/TnYcTydKh2I/AAAAAAAALHY/xxKxCS_l7I0/s1600/130920111637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653737508497426274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--dljZjvZWVM/TnYcTydKh2I/AAAAAAAALHY/xxKxCS_l7I0/s400/130920111637.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After taking photos with the the cake we had to cut it no matter how cute it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U3z1fo9L_iY/Tn9HPVt2o5I/AAAAAAAALIg/6BJ1dvi-Q_U/s1600/DSC06051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656317985853711250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U3z1fo9L_iY/Tn9HPVt2o5I/AAAAAAAALIg/6BJ1dvi-Q_U/s400/DSC06051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DoUSo_6a2io/Tn9HPYgM5FI/AAAAAAAALIY/ebCdJCn187g/s1600/DSC06054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656317986601755730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DoUSo_6a2io/Tn9HPYgM5FI/AAAAAAAALIY/ebCdJCn187g/s400/DSC06054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cut out two slices of cake but I still can't figure out if the doll has got legs or not. Finally, my father can't take the suspense anymore and he just pulled out the doll!!! It turned out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dGLLlcU4D9g/TnYc7ByJXaI/AAAAAAAALHw/ZMe-8hKjmOo/s1600/140920111644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653738182626860450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dGLLlcU4D9g/TnYc7ByJXaI/AAAAAAAALHw/ZMe-8hKjmOo/s400/140920111644.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No legs~!! LOL.. My father even posed with the crippled doll lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FA1RA7eSyeo/TnYclV9xZ3I/AAAAAAAALHg/5bXJVOVTSUo/s1600/140920111643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653737810087208818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FA1RA7eSyeo/TnYclV9xZ3I/AAAAAAAALHg/5bXJVOVTSUo/s400/140920111643.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like very gross lidat leh... Then my mum even worse!! She started doing funny things to the doll like..... taking out her earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5edeJNDoEhY/TnYdDEOzxxI/AAAAAAAALH4/jS07oryKeRY/s1600/140920111645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653738320722904850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5edeJNDoEhY/TnYdDEOzxxI/AAAAAAAALH4/jS07oryKeRY/s400/140920111645.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You see???? Then she went on to take off her clothes too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5gj7ifs0mM/TnYdHv-TEJI/AAAAAAAALIA/BL92Q5mjFio/s1600/140920111646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653738401184288914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5gj7ifs0mM/TnYdHv-TEJI/AAAAAAAALIA/BL92Q5mjFio/s400/140920111646.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mz7tbKklz5w/TnYdOqlHqzI/AAAAAAAALII/2jju88cKXUo/s1600/140920111648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653738519995591474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mz7tbKklz5w/TnYdOqlHqzI/AAAAAAAALII/2jju88cKXUo/s400/140920111648.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently she found the naked crippled doll very hilarious. Kept laughing non stop. Finally, she decided to dig out the stuff that were stuck at the amputated area od the doll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXvXtsWt9cQ/TnYdSE-AFjI/AAAAAAAALIQ/_jrV261aJqs/s1600/140920111649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653738578618881586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KXvXtsWt9cQ/TnYdSE-AFjI/AAAAAAAALIQ/_jrV261aJqs/s400/140920111649.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor doll, I told my mum she better eat up the cake remnants that she dug out from th doll's hips lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee heee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must thank Nicky Boy for giving me this cake which entertained my family so much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-3223705881954553342?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/3223705881954553342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=3223705881954553342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3223705881954553342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3223705881954553342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-cake.html' title='My Cake'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D0qM9Y0disM/TnYbmzaP48I/AAAAAAAALGo/UQB0iPa4e8M/s72-c/130920111635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-4073654923530993786</id><published>2011-09-15T01:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T13:06:29.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Shopping With Ponyo</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy recently! With events going on pre-birthday and post-birthday. I simply have no time to do other things. I have calls coming in as late as 1:30am! And only one person will call me at this time. No need me to say. Can guess who is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went shopping with Ponyo. Been wanting to meet her but I was so bloody busy. So we finally met up yesterday as a post birthday .... not party.. but shopping walk walk day. She just came back from quan zhou and she asked me how was Mingde's singing when I asked about her singing class. LOL.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year on my birthday, she gave me a G-string which until now I didn't wear. I told her not to give me something so ridiculous that I won't use. LOL. This year she said she have only one thing in mind when trying to buy my bday gift in Quanzhou. That is pink. Hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she gave me a pink dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-De8ZuqodGwc/TnDmiMsKj0I/AAAAAAAALGA/_dsd6RkZge0/s1600/gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-De8ZuqodGwc/TnDmiMsKj0I/AAAAAAAALGA/_dsd6RkZge0/s400/gift.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652271007546380098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's cute~ Hahaha and she even gave me the dress in a pink plastic bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujTMjADIfUY/TnDmuYaNeiI/AAAAAAAALGI/w-xsqy6b3lA/s1600/plastic%2Bbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujTMjADIfUY/TnDmuYaNeiI/AAAAAAAALGI/w-xsqy6b3lA/s400/plastic%2Bbag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652271216850729506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that her husband gave her and ipad. She said when she saw that susan's husband gave her a ipad, she was envious and was thinking why she didn't recieve one. But when she recieved one, she said she wasn't very happy. I think for awhile and asked,"Maybe cuz he was using your money to buy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to find a ipad bag for her. She saw this ipad bag she likes very much from Kipling. It was $129! She likes it so much but finds the price to expensive. She kped that why the bag so expensive, why it's not on sale. Oh well... so we went around the shopping center to hunt for another one and we ended back at kipling. The second time in kipling she didn't buy the bag too and asked the shop owner what time they are closing. 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked off again. But after visiting several other shops, including those Apple shop, she cannot stop thinking about buying that $129 bag. In the end she asked me to play scissors paper stone with her. We did this before and the previous time I won, she ended up didn't buy that thing she wanted (forgot what thing that was). So this time, I won again! LOL. And she was like,"Aiyo~~~~~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She complained that most of the items in kipling is on sale but this item is not on sale. I told her to wait la. Maybe one month later it will be on sale???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her, if you really want it so much then u buy lor or call ur husband and ask his opinion. In the end her husband tell her to buy but he didn't ask the price. I told Ponyo later her husband will regret after she bring the thing home. Already spent like a few hundreds on the ipad then spend another 100+ on the bag lor. Maybe her husband will regret buying the ipad for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we 三顾茅庐. Third time in the shop, she bought the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. 折腾so long she eventually still bought it. She blamed me for asking her out and making her spend so much. lol. Like I can control her spending like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I told her I want to go to uniqlo to see if a particular t-shirt is on sale. I told her the t-shirt normal price was $19.90 and I am waiting for sale. She was like.. -_-" Not even $20 also want to wait for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, compared to her $129 bag, my t-shirt is nothing but still I wanted to wait for sale mah. she said that I was very 欠扁. And that my way of waiting for everything to be on sale is very exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. in the end my wait paid off! The t-shirt was selling at $7.90!!! hahaha. So I faster called May to ask if she wants to buy but she refused to pick up my call. This May Teng is so damn mah fan lor. Keep pestering me to look out for sale of that t-shirt but call her she dun wanna pick up. She more qian bian than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I heck cared her, I bought 2 t-shirts for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later she called me back and I am not exagerating to say that she was devasted to know that she missed the t-shirt sale. She said she gonna ask her sis to buy. So managed to buy it or not????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shopping day. Ponyo total spending on shopping was about $210 (she puts the blame on me for having to celebrate my bday and thus she spent so much). My total was about $23. So you see, I am also very jing da xi suan one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving money tip 1: Always buy from sale. Nothing but sale. 90% of my things were bought from sale. Even when I was in China, I only buy from sales. Hahahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-4073654923530993786?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/4073654923530993786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=4073654923530993786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/4073654923530993786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/4073654923530993786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/09/shopping-with-ponyo.html' title='Shopping With Ponyo'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-De8ZuqodGwc/TnDmiMsKj0I/AAAAAAAALGA/_dsd6RkZge0/s72-c/gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-1120776451918256688</id><published>2011-08-28T13:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T13:06:43.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Terra Cotta Warriors</title><content type='html'>Last week, I went to ACM to see this Terra Cotta Warriors exhibtion. I have admired these terra cotta warriors since a young age. I just like them so much that I want to have a life size one in my room but my room is really too small to fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0wIXxpY6jE/TlvU1XZO1hI/AAAAAAAALFQ/YiQvA62F5yM/s1600/DSC05702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646340571117049362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0wIXxpY6jE/TlvU1XZO1hI/AAAAAAAALFQ/YiQvA62F5yM/s400/DSC05702.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KPP6fIMa6F0/TlnXYAHgXUI/AAAAAAAALDg/Ve0nKluOl7U/s1600/DSC05703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645780415233940802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KPP6fIMa6F0/TlnXYAHgXUI/AAAAAAAALDg/Ve0nKluOl7U/s400/DSC05703.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The exhibition only had like 6 or 7 authentic terra cotta warriors (as they claimed in their booklets). Then there were some replicas and some other artfefacts found in the tombs of some other emperors. Some were quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7kxUaaCBuC4/TlnXYl3ou9I/AAAAAAAALD4/FttXmTEyhYk/s1600/DSC05709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645780425367927762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7kxUaaCBuC4/TlnXYl3ou9I/AAAAAAAALD4/FttXmTEyhYk/s400/DSC05709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute or not? Little porcelain warriors with headphones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F1jauXb1aVQ/TlvP7neXf7I/AAAAAAAALEA/DmeeCrNDaHE/s1600/DSC05711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646335180954632114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F1jauXb1aVQ/TlvP7neXf7I/AAAAAAAALEA/DmeeCrNDaHE/s400/DSC05711.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I discovered this lady using the laptop....~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9b7ZOIwuztQ/TlnXYQxXZ8I/AAAAAAAALDw/q9wJBnw5jZQ/s1600/DSC05707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645780419704481730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9b7ZOIwuztQ/TlnXYQxXZ8I/AAAAAAAALDw/q9wJBnw5jZQ/s400/DSC05707.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See, you can collect little stamps around the exhibit area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7L_5KkFJi2E/TlnXYRjpU6I/AAAAAAAALDo/uaqZ-i0ukRg/s1600/DSC05706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645780419915371426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7L_5KkFJi2E/TlnXYRjpU6I/AAAAAAAALDo/uaqZ-i0ukRg/s400/DSC05706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The stamping point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like walking through a maze to get to that exhibition hall but I finally found it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-23ZK6R_30E4/TlvP7pfrNyI/AAAAAAAALEI/qgr_vjFxsxY/s1600/DSC05717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646335181496989474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-23ZK6R_30E4/TlvP7pfrNyI/AAAAAAAALEI/qgr_vjFxsxY/s400/DSC05717.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this little tiger decorative item in one of the cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rJtflAxIfGg/TlvP79Bjp9I/AAAAAAAALEQ/uzUEdZWtOo4/s1600/DSC05723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646335186739374034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rJtflAxIfGg/TlvP79Bjp9I/AAAAAAAALEQ/uzUEdZWtOo4/s400/DSC05723.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so cute right! Look at it! It's grinning lor! I never knew that people from the han/qin dynasty got such humour. They made a grinning tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F4hhf5m4OYA/TlvP77uFYRI/AAAAAAAALEY/KG1ypISENwE/s1600/DSC05724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646335186389262610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F4hhf5m4OYA/TlvP77uFYRI/AAAAAAAALEY/KG1ypISENwE/s400/DSC05724.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The horse chariots. This is a replica but the real thing is also this size. Qin emperor made all the horses and chariots half the size of the real thing. I am thinking maybe because the whole thing is made of bronze so it will be quite difficult to make a life size one. As you see the chariotis very tighly covered and it actually only had one small window. Qin emperor was a very paranoid emepror. He kept thinking that someone will kill him so he always kept to himself and even his chariot has only a very small window that is seldom opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if you can see, the horse has very fine bronze lines hanging on their chins. These very fine bronze lines of lesser than 1mm or about 1mm in diameter is a sign that the makers of these bronze figures have very good skills as even in modern standard, it is very hard to make such find little lines with bronze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-83kFz41sSM0/TlvP8A-2_aI/AAAAAAAALEg/02B54QCW24g/s1600/DSC05726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646335187801800098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-83kFz41sSM0/TlvP8A-2_aI/AAAAAAAALEg/02B54QCW24g/s400/DSC05726.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little stamp used in the past to confirm an order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXlPb2n3RsE/TlvTCrkxV7I/AAAAAAAALEo/zvzZ5VA-gLg/s1600/DSC05730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646338600849201074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXlPb2n3RsE/TlvTCrkxV7I/AAAAAAAALEo/zvzZ5VA-gLg/s400/DSC05730.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The spears and arrow heads found in the Qin tomb. The components of the crossbows and arrowheads are interchangeable between the crossbows from different states during Qin dynasty. This goes to show that at that time they already had a very standardised way to manufacture these bronze weapons throughout the country! At a time when there are not automated machineries, I find this very impressive. The difference between the arrow heads are at most about 1mm only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHFaKCZtfj8/TlvU1tcC-fI/AAAAAAAALFY/KboCmUsIS5A/s1600/DSC05728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646340577034435058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHFaKCZtfj8/TlvU1tcC-fI/AAAAAAAALFY/KboCmUsIS5A/s400/DSC05728.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I can buy one life size terra cotta warrior, I want this one, the general!! First of all because he is the highest ranked among all the warriors found. Secondly, I like his style, I like the way the hair and the hat is done up. Very nice. Did you know that the head and the arms were made separately? And that the warriors are actually hollow inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was found that the warriors are made using the coiling technique, not the mould technique. The coiling way takes so much longer than the mould way so I am wondering really why they want to use the coiling way? I understand that they want individuality but that is only for the face mah. The body still can use mould.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read before that each terra cotta face is unique. In a documentry I watched not so long ago, a certain agency in the US uses this face recognition program (used by the FBI or something) to scan the faces of the terra cotta warriors to find a perfect match. To their amazement, they didn't find a match among the hundreds of terra cotta warriors scanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each terra cotta warrior was also painted before they were buried but all we can see now is this brownish colour because we do not have the technology to preserve the paint on the warriors. Therefore within minutes after the warriors were unearthed, the paint all fell off. From the examination, they first painted lacquer on the warrior then they pain the colours over the coat of lacquer. Lacquer was a very expensive material in the past and you can imagine the amount of lacquer used in this project was enormous! Qin emperor was the king for only 11 years and he completed all these within 11 years. Fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really take a lot of photos of the terra cotta warriors because there were too many tourists and it wasn't really convenient to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mr_sHVXFLY/TlvTDPYf0YI/AAAAAAAALFA/Bqsh7QtD6qg/s1600/DSC05737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646338610461397378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mr_sHVXFLY/TlvTDPYf0YI/AAAAAAAALFA/Bqsh7QtD6qg/s400/DSC05737.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4lBVORqFaU/TlvYiho2-MI/AAAAAAAALFg/RcoxepZwwxA/s1600/DSC05739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646344645495945410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4lBVORqFaU/TlvYiho2-MI/AAAAAAAALFg/RcoxepZwwxA/s400/DSC05739.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that the terra cotta warriors are very 'sud'? Like very stylo like that. I just love the way they look. They got this aura around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vq69kIPxXTk/TlvTDcxUdvI/AAAAAAAALFI/0hKE27TwGRA/s1600/DSC05759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646338614055171826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vq69kIPxXTk/TlvTDcxUdvI/AAAAAAAALFI/0hKE27TwGRA/s400/DSC05759.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh man... They really look very nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to promote this exhibition, ACM actually find some people to pose at Qin Emperor and his concubine in the museum. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lI5flZq3UZk/TlvY5nSpbaI/AAAAAAAALF4/A2a8UwaVv78/s1600/DSC05763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646345042150387106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lI5flZq3UZk/TlvY5nSpbaI/AAAAAAAALF4/A2a8UwaVv78/s400/DSC05763.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The qin emperor poser wore a rather nice costume but that concubine was terrible lor with her hair like that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the National Day celebration, that day was a free museum day so we actually got to see the exhibition for free. Heng we went early at about 10plus because when we came out at about 12 plus, there was a mega mega long queue! There wasn't only a short queue which took like 10 minutes when I reached there but now the queue has extended from the exhibition hall all the way to the outside of ACM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iuAdjaEoIA4/TlvYizAHK6I/AAAAAAAALFw/197gKuYNXT0/s1600/DSC05768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646344650156878754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iuAdjaEoIA4/TlvYizAHK6I/AAAAAAAALFw/197gKuYNXT0/s400/DSC05768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh that long hair girl here is me lah.. Hahaha.... I just realised KL took a photo of me taking a picture of the queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNyevOV-JnM/TlvYi1GAtLI/AAAAAAAALFo/zEQfERzz0i8/s1600/DSC05767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646344650718491826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNyevOV-JnM/TlvYi1GAtLI/AAAAAAAALFo/zEQfERzz0i8/s400/DSC05767.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, ppl queueing outside the museum. I heard that the queue takes about 1.5 hours if you queue outside the building! So I am lucky I got to see it free without queueing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-1120776451918256688?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/1120776451918256688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=1120776451918256688' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1120776451918256688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1120776451918256688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/08/terra-cotta-warriors.html' title='Terra Cotta Warriors'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0wIXxpY6jE/TlvU1XZO1hI/AAAAAAAALFQ/YiQvA62F5yM/s72-c/DSC05702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-6610198227503310307</id><published>2011-08-23T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T13:06:50.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>3 More Things</title><content type='html'>Continuation of my previous blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I ever visited a cemetary at night with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Madness, but my friend just asked me to do it again next week! LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I look kpo but I actually very bo chup&lt;br /&gt;I look like I am very kpo in everything happening around me but actually I am quite bo chup. I used to be very chup one but after some time I am just tired of all those nonsense so I dun care anymore... as long as it doesn't affect my life then it's none of my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) MD says I don't look like I like Hip hop&lt;br /&gt;My favourite music is Hip Hop.. and Kunqu~ HAhaha... very diverse right... But I dun like to dress kunqu though.. I like to dress hip hop. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended~ YH and May Teng said they know all those things I wrote. I mean FEI HUA right... after so many kp sessions at Punggol Park.. I wonder if there is anything I never tell them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-6610198227503310307?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/6610198227503310307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=6610198227503310307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6610198227503310307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6610198227503310307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/08/3-more-things.html' title='3 More Things'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-8665368590494460775</id><published>2011-08-20T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T13:06:50.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>Very often people tell me,"You don't look like.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't look like you like to cycle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't look like you like to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETC and the list goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I reply my friends who tell me this that I actually don't look like a lot of things. For people who knew me a long time, they would by now discover a lot of things about me and it won't be surprising anymore when they know some of the things I do. Most of my friends just say that I am weird and Lock says that I am very random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both weird and random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things that I don't look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't look like I am addicted to RPG games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get that very often when I told my friends that my favourite kind of game is RPG. Among all the other games like adventure, shooting or those mini games like angry birds (I don't play angry birds at all), my favourite of them all is RPG. I just get so addicted to it that I can play day in day out without eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't look like I want to get diving license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are kind of surprised to know that I am aiming to get diving license next year. I don't look the sporty type with my round face and round arms and my tummy! LOL... But actually I love snorkelling and my aim is to get diving license next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't look like I like to read encyclopedias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually my favourite books beside horror and mysteries are encyclopedias! LOL... Many people don't know and they will be like,"HUH? How come I know you so long I never know you like to read this??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is because u never ask mah... I like reading scientific stuff about animals, space, archeology, Genetics, Evolution, Biology, Time-space etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I don't look like I like to read comics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah. I forgot comics.. I only love the japanese manga though. I don't read the ang moh comics. I love manga but I don't have space to store them so I read online nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I don't look like the kind that saves money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To most people, I look like a person who loves to spend money but I actually save money too. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I don't look like the kind that watches movies alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy watching movies alone too and I often do that. The first time I told my friend that they were very skeptical because no one around them does that. Actually I also found another friend that watches movies alone and now we sometimes watch together. I always watch alone, shop alone, eat alone. I don't find myself very lonely and in fact I sometimes enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I don't look like the kind that will act Missy in opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I am too gila and 38 liao that my friends outside my opera circle finds it quite impossible to act demure and innocent on stage. My father always suan me that my stage image is so different and he felt that I am very fake.. Oh well, he sees too much of the real me. May always says that she wants to slap me.. Hahaha~ Neh neh ni boo boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. ok what else...... Suddenly can't remember liao.. Well if you guys want to contribute maybe u all can help me contribute lah~ Leave a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-8665368590494460775?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/8665368590494460775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=8665368590494460775' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8665368590494460775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8665368590494460775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/08/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-3377702374371256528</id><published>2011-08-15T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T13:06:59.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc'/><title type='text'>Opera Fanatic Blog</title><content type='html'>Hi friends, for those who have visited my opera blog and found that you can't see it, please do not think it's a bug. :D I have locked it up to prevent further damage done by unscrupulous people who used my blog as a tool to create problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't write my blog to give me problems. I write it as a record of my own life and also to provide opera information to people. Since no one appreciates and used it for other purposes, I have decided to shut it down. I will announce it in my Mikolah blog when I decide to re-open it. :) Meanwhile, I will still post my opera performances notice here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things die down and those 'eat too full nothing to do people' decided not to stir shit then I will re-open my opera blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-3377702374371256528?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/3377702374371256528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=3377702374371256528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3377702374371256528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3377702374371256528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/08/opera-fanatic-blog.html' title='Opera Fanatic Blog'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-777482349559763492</id><published>2011-07-28T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T13:07:05.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Cycling</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I cycled from my home at Serangoon North all the way to Nex. When I came back I was soaked in sweat. My father was shocked to know that I cycled so far and my mum doesn't believe me. She insisted that I took a bus. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my cousin also don't believe me. They want to see proof. Ok lah. Next time I want to cycle there again I will tie my camera on my bicycle and take video..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Nex actually for no purpose. I just want to try cycling there. It was very tiring cuz I will pass by 2 places where it goes uphill. Totally exhausted me to cycle uphill. Felt like I was going to die... Going downhill was shiok but a lot of pedestrian so must keep braking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wen to to library at Nex though and borrowed some books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_PHpnwaeSsE/TjF57_mZzfI/AAAAAAAALDQ/7mqbQXiwsr0/s1600/270720111590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634418680408952306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_PHpnwaeSsE/TjF57_mZzfI/AAAAAAAALDQ/7mqbQXiwsr0/s400/270720111590.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since now I am leaving Bedok Yue Opera, I have more time, so I can read some books and watch some movies and read some comics liao. Last time I have to cram all my hobbies in my already very cram time table. Now got more time I can go cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I will try cycling to AMK. I will take a video of that trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-777482349559763492?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/777482349559763492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=777482349559763492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/777482349559763492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/777482349559763492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/07/cycling.html' title='Cycling'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_PHpnwaeSsE/TjF57_mZzfI/AAAAAAAALDQ/7mqbQXiwsr0/s72-c/270720111590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-8764918018725780726</id><published>2011-07-28T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T22:55:14.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family Addition</title><content type='html'>My latest family addition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53xXPOEi6LE/TjF3f-CGX9I/AAAAAAAALCo/S8SQLp-pr38/s1600/250720111582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634415999928655826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53xXPOEi6LE/TjF3f-CGX9I/AAAAAAAALCo/S8SQLp-pr38/s400/250720111582.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2o0wC36r800/TjF3fos78vI/AAAAAAAALCY/2KNhU5-QSko/s1600/230720111563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634415994202747634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2o0wC36r800/TjF3fos78vI/AAAAAAAALCY/2KNhU5-QSko/s400/230720111563.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't got a name for him and my mum calls him Xiao Xiao Mung. I dunno why lor. Like this xiao mung will be very jealous. And apparently my mum dotes on Xiao Xiao Mung more than Xiao Mung. This makes both xiao mung and da mung very sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little monkey comes from Er Mei Shan, China. Nick got it there and has a same one for himself too. He said that he is the monkey daddy now and that I am MMM, Monkey Mummy Miko. What a name lor... MMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEyGXZ_0SsE/TjF3fwkjHBI/AAAAAAAALCg/_VDvIMwJhbU/s1600/230720111564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634415996315048978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dEyGXZ_0SsE/TjF3fwkjHBI/AAAAAAAALCg/_VDvIMwJhbU/s400/230720111564.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that the monkey is cute tho and I am sure he will get along with my other 2 sons.. Heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently asked MD to buy shoe's balls from china and I fooled around with those balls and my sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FxdRsVRIcmo/TjF3gBd_WqI/AAAAAAAALC4/M-wOltJe-EM/s1600/260720111588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634416000850942626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FxdRsVRIcmo/TjF3gBd_WqI/AAAAAAAALC4/M-wOltJe-EM/s400/260720111588.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-593riNXmLCE/TjF3gM6ey1I/AAAAAAAALCw/oVAicfQsNqk/s1600/260720111585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634416003923233618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-593riNXmLCE/TjF3gM6ey1I/AAAAAAAALCw/oVAicfQsNqk/s400/260720111585.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are the pom pom boys~ LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWz-DEqMyRk/TjF3n-lqBTI/AAAAAAAALDA/zSEmob-O2yY/s1600/260720111583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634416137516746034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWz-DEqMyRk/TjF3n-lqBTI/AAAAAAAALDA/zSEmob-O2yY/s400/260720111583.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See my mum she likes the newest mung best.... Very bias one..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-8764918018725780726?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/8764918018725780726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=8764918018725780726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8764918018725780726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8764918018725780726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-family-addition.html' title='New Family Addition'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53xXPOEi6LE/TjF3f-CGX9I/AAAAAAAALCo/S8SQLp-pr38/s72-c/250720111582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-7244244612677373144</id><published>2011-07-23T13:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T13:59:11.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Me</title><content type='html'>I remember a European friend of mine who wasn't very good in English said 'You scary me' instead of 'You scared me' before. lol.. like funny lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some photos with my mum last week of me looking like a ghost. My mum happens to walk pass my room and saw me watching a movie. She said my back view is very scary and so I asked her to take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8i-bdpAKA4/TipiwGR0qmI/AAAAAAAALB4/dTUlRqQZ5Ro/s1600/190720111554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632422862438836834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8i-bdpAKA4/TipiwGR0qmI/AAAAAAAALB4/dTUlRqQZ5Ro/s400/190720111554.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SOS22yWqH7w/TipixPxLbvI/AAAAAAAALCQ/uxWdPMiDmfM/s1600/190720111559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632422882166140658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SOS22yWqH7w/TipixPxLbvI/AAAAAAAALCQ/uxWdPMiDmfM/s400/190720111559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKEdZaiIEqI/Tipiw92qt4I/AAAAAAAALCI/eh31LJvDs6U/s1600/190720111558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632422877357324162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKEdZaiIEqI/Tipiw92qt4I/AAAAAAAALCI/eh31LJvDs6U/s400/190720111558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_jKu6pB17g/TipiwUekkXI/AAAAAAAALCA/oKch10xxyNs/s1600/190720111555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632422866250404210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_jKu6pB17g/TipiwUekkXI/AAAAAAAALCA/oKch10xxyNs/s400/190720111555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Got look like Sadako or not... lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-7244244612677373144?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/7244244612677373144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=7244244612677373144' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7244244612677373144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7244244612677373144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/07/scary-me.html' title='Scary Me'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8i-bdpAKA4/TipiwGR0qmI/AAAAAAAALB4/dTUlRqQZ5Ro/s72-c/190720111554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-447122520235124102</id><published>2011-07-10T13:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T13:52:18.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ekin's Collection 1</title><content type='html'>I am gonna blog about my Ekin's CD collection today because last night I did a 'stock check' of my CDs and I found that I have some missing albums and that made my collection not complete! I am sure my brother took it or somehow it's lost in between the boxes from moving houses a dozen times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, it is very sad lor cuz I might not be able to find that particular album again. Nonetheless I will try to find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O--ex4SwzPc/Thk10a_qdDI/AAAAAAAALAw/ItVv6DZ8dQg/s1600/100720111526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627588384091960370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O--ex4SwzPc/Thk10a_qdDI/AAAAAAAALAw/ItVv6DZ8dQg/s400/100720111526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my partial collection of the albums. From his first album at the top left hand corner published in 1992 to the latest one I got this year, arranged in sequence! However, this is not my full collection as I excluded the soundtracks and of course there is a missing album, The Best Show 3. I remember buying it before but I really have no idea where is it? I am suspectin it was mixed up with my parents CDs in their boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the missing one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.521ok8.cn/ezmz_music_pic_da/hn-zyj10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.521ok8.cn/ezmz_music_pic_da/hn-zyj10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I also have double copies of some of the CDs. It sounds crazy but there are reasons why I buy double copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDJgujC57Is/Thk11OUfArI/AAAAAAAALBQ/9GtLIhFchf8/s1600/100720111532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627588397869499058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDJgujC57Is/Thk11OUfArI/AAAAAAAALBQ/9GtLIhFchf8/s400/100720111532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senses, I bought double copies not because he is top naked ok... I think because they had a promotion after I eagerly bought my first copy. They were giving out posters or something. So no choice I bought another copy to get that poster. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-05VZvRXfyRo/Thk100GSUeI/AAAAAAAALBI/cQgBmP4flAw/s1600/100720111531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627588390830625250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-05VZvRXfyRo/Thk100GSUeI/AAAAAAAALBI/cQgBmP4flAw/s400/100720111531.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Myself, I bought double because I first bought the Singapore version (the left one) then I asked my friend to help me get the Hongkong version (the right one). The hongkong version had a more beautiful packaging. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GRRmpDCDFXs/Thk10llOZjI/AAAAAAAALBA/DQUtRmoINIQ/s1600/100720111528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627588386933859890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GRRmpDCDFXs/Thk10llOZjI/AAAAAAAALBA/DQUtRmoINIQ/s400/100720111528.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ekin Magic, I think this is quite obvious why I got 2 copies. Because the packaging is different although the songs are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nA3EZPbM1LE/Thk10dlSaCI/AAAAAAAALA4/lH21LFeQazI/s1600/100720111527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627588384786638882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nA3EZPbM1LE/Thk10dlSaCI/AAAAAAAALA4/lH21LFeQazI/s400/100720111527.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was very sad case. I bought the first copy then I think my sister or my mum one day accidentally crumpled the lyrics booklet in the album! I was very upset so I bought another one. The other one is brand new. I didn't even open the plastic yet because I only used the first copy I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nymx7_ivEds/Thk49hYxx8I/AAAAAAAALBY/3Ulb3-vGTDI/s1600/100720111533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627591838961616834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nymx7_ivEds/Thk49hYxx8I/AAAAAAAALBY/3Ulb3-vGTDI/s400/100720111533.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very memorable album. It is the first album I bought and the first time I see EKIN live. :) At that time Ekin was at his peak and he had a photograph session at Chijmes. I didn't have experience then and was alone without any fanclub backing me or what. So I went there slightly earlier than event timing and guess what. The whole chijmes was packed with people like sardines in a tin. I can't even get in and even around it, there were tonnes of people surrounding the building. The next day newspaper reported that fans broken Chijme's windows and climbed the walls just to look at him. LOL... Those were the days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and as to why I got double copies, that is because I got his autograph on one copy. And in order not to damage the autograph with my CD player, I bought another copy. One for listening and one for keeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-In69kRTNxX8/Thk497StWPI/AAAAAAAALBg/3YY0FtE04JY/s1600/100720111534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627591845915482354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-In69kRTNxX8/Thk497StWPI/AAAAAAAALBg/3YY0FtE04JY/s400/100720111534.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The autograhed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qV8P0yfLHqc/Thk6QtesqbI/AAAAAAAALBo/JTygFeNs86U/s1600/100720111535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627593268136815026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qV8P0yfLHqc/Thk6QtesqbI/AAAAAAAALBo/JTygFeNs86U/s400/100720111535.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best show 2. I can't remember why I have 2. Probably because got freebies for the second purchase. LOL. Must be posters again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcMd2ljxIrs/Thk7-EkRo4I/AAAAAAAALBw/dDVXa0PoCKc/s1600/100720111536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627595146939966338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcMd2ljxIrs/Thk7-EkRo4I/AAAAAAAALBw/dDVXa0PoCKc/s400/100720111536.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last one, this one the later album has got like 5 more songs in it and the packaging is different also. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Ekin is 不老的传说. He didn't age at all from his last concert held 13 years ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://image-7.verycd.com/78509e4a0ab359fd72af70f2c8bfb8f848307(600x)/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 448px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://image-7.verycd.com/78509e4a0ab359fd72af70f2c8bfb8f848307(600x)/thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/36/Ekin_Cheng_Beautiful_Day_Concert_2011.JPG/230px-Ekin_Cheng_Beautiful_Day_Concert_2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/36/Ekin_Cheng_Beautiful_Day_Concert_2011.JPG/230px-Ekin_Cheng_Beautiful_Day_Concert_2011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still got other collections like his movies which also is not complete because because some are no longer available in market. That is very sad lor... but I think my mum is very happy because I have too many things in my room already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-447122520235124102?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/447122520235124102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=447122520235124102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/447122520235124102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/447122520235124102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-ekins-collection-1.html' title='My Ekin&apos;s Collection 1'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O--ex4SwzPc/Thk10a_qdDI/AAAAAAAALAw/ItVv6DZ8dQg/s72-c/100720111526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-3275371303471317081</id><published>2011-07-02T01:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T01:58:08.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy JB Trip</title><content type='html'>This crazy trip happened about 2 weeks ago and I didn't record it here in the blog cuz I was busy doing other things. I am still busy doing other things but I try to write a little to get things going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy trip started from one fine day at Ang house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May: The rate for ringgit is very good leh. We should go JB.&lt;br /&gt;Me:What's the rate?&lt;br /&gt;May:2.4 already&lt;br /&gt;Me: Go lor..&lt;br /&gt;May: Yah, go in eat my chicken essence frog legs.&lt;br /&gt;Me: And YH can eat her crayfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I started asking around who wanna go with us. In the end not many people can, LZ want to go facial lor. Mad lor, must choose that day to facial mah???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked KL if he free. He was free and agreed to go in together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there was a massive jam that day at Woodlands checkpoint so we decided to go in by Tuas. We met up at 9am and as usual YH was late so we waited for her and I think we reached Tuas by 10:30am ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know that there was actually a hidden massive jam at Tuas too but it was not visible on the traffic camera. So we were all cheated into that massive jam. I am not joking. The idea of making all of us scan our fingers at the Malaysian checkpoint created this massive jam and I think Malaysia abandoned that idea after that day. They cannot tolerate the jam too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, we talked non stop. Fm was there listening to our nonsense and gossips. She actually felt entertained by our nonsense lor. Hahaha.. When the 3 of us were alone, we can talk about anything. No spies or bao doh kid will spill our beans. And so FM heard a lot of secrets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heng for May, she ate a curry puff and lim kopi so she wasn't very hungry at the beginning of the jam. On the other hand. Me and FM ad YH and KL were all super duper mega hungry! And yet there was nothing we can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our mouth tired, we all took a break and started looking out the window, at the other cars. We see that some people has gotten off the bus and decided to walk. It was raining lor! At some point. FM even concussioned!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at 2pm, after 4 hours jam, we reached the Malaysia custom!!! All 4 of us almost died in the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DiaG5GmiJyM/Tg4BTLukQoI/AAAAAAAAK-o/TrdchCff1aA/s1600/photo%2B5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624434413709574786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DiaG5GmiJyM/Tg4BTLukQoI/AAAAAAAAK-o/TrdchCff1aA/s400/photo%2B5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the finger scanning station, I told FM when she scan her fingers, she mut scan all four fingers, her index and her middle because she is xiaosheng.. I scan 2, my index fingers only... Apparently she didn't listen to me lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rxy4zZYln-Y/Tg4BS2fWuII/AAAAAAAAK-g/c72RHTuJ-3U/s1600/photo%2B4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624434408008628354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rxy4zZYln-Y/Tg4BS2fWuII/AAAAAAAAK-g/c72RHTuJ-3U/s400/photo%2B4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWX0r2RLcSU/Tg4BS3FuK5I/AAAAAAAAK-Y/bTH80pOHAxk/s1600/photo%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624434408169548690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWX0r2RLcSU/Tg4BS3FuK5I/AAAAAAAAK-Y/bTH80pOHAxk/s400/photo%2B1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since we got nothing to do, we took photos at custom. Actually cannot take photos there I think but no one stop us leh. You can see KL's yellow car behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5o3HLcvdugY/Tg4CModbkiI/AAAAAAAAK-4/dLjn9OqWUK8/s1600/photo%2B15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624435400674873890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5o3HLcvdugY/Tg4CModbkiI/AAAAAAAAK-4/dLjn9OqWUK8/s400/photo%2B15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Frw97Muda3U/Tg4CMjBn4_I/AAAAAAAAK-w/f-0-YfQfyl8/s1600/photo%2B12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624435399216063474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Frw97Muda3U/Tg4CMjBn4_I/AAAAAAAAK-w/f-0-YfQfyl8/s400/photo%2B12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dunno why May Teng seems so happy at the customs. Is it because she can finally scan her fingers and we can proceed on to eat our bak kut teh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The massive jam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7boaNon1yw/Tg4Cu3N2OeI/AAAAAAAAK_I/2kBmiLVfunc/s1600/110620111489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624435988751596002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7boaNon1yw/Tg4Cu3N2OeI/AAAAAAAAK_I/2kBmiLVfunc/s400/110620111489.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YGJFxA2EEGA/Tg4CuiIvr8I/AAAAAAAAK_A/WWETgNFJEVM/s1600/110620111487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624435983093051330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YGJFxA2EEGA/Tg4CuiIvr8I/AAAAAAAAK_A/WWETgNFJEVM/s400/110620111487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hell of jam, we were so hungry that we finished 3 big pots of bak kut teh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMvklnpDTmA/Tg4DBvbk_OI/AAAAAAAAK_Q/9-veXGGdlNQ/s1600/110620111490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624436313079217378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMvklnpDTmA/Tg4DBvbk_OI/AAAAAAAAK_Q/9-veXGGdlNQ/s400/110620111490.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VXiA4jNWlM8/Tg4Dp6T0k-I/AAAAAAAAK_Y/iGkajSVPdB4/s1600/110620111492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624437003194242018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VXiA4jNWlM8/Tg4Dp6T0k-I/AAAAAAAAK_Y/iGkajSVPdB4/s400/110620111492.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture of typical obasan. The 2 xiao shengs went toilet and dumped their shoppings with May Teng. I came out of a shop and saw her carrying all those stuff. She look very much like an obasan from market lor!! hahaha... I must be fair I think only YH left her shopping with May. FM didn't buy anything... lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day wasn' very smooth. KL bought an ice-cream and the ice cream dropped into a whole tub of fudge! LOL. KL told the macdonald guy to forget it. Just scoop up the ice cream from the fudge and give it to him. LOL, he likes to eat the hot fudge so this much of hot fudge is going to sweet him to death lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZhzUOwJnvE/Tg4FdVeLwNI/AAAAAAAAK_o/5nUQitDYh5w/s1600/110620111494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624438986170417362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZhzUOwJnvE/Tg4FdVeLwNI/AAAAAAAAK_o/5nUQitDYh5w/s400/110620111494.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8VQ0iXKj_pE/Tg4FdQaBNjI/AAAAAAAAK_g/OnU18EhCwZ8/s1600/110620111493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624438984810772018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8VQ0iXKj_pE/Tg4FdQaBNjI/AAAAAAAAK_g/OnU18EhCwZ8/s400/110620111493.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went Giant as usual to get our daily neccessities. May even bought underwear! We started discussing at Giant about what kind of underwears we like and what kind makes us uncomfortable.. HAahha. I think FM will be very not used to this kind of conversation but she joined us looking at the underwears also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we as usual, bought cooking oil and for the first time I know that yakult is cheaper in JB than singapore. May and YH each bought tonnes of yakult back to Singapore and I am not joking. May even bought diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cAQJvrP8Md4/Tg4GrX53JOI/AAAAAAAAK_4/LQcB9JyYkwk/s1600/110620111496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624440326853174498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cAQJvrP8Md4/Tg4GrX53JOI/AAAAAAAAK_4/LQcB9JyYkwk/s400/110620111496.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Obasans.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJj0usqgyrE/Tg4GrL14A-I/AAAAAAAAK_w/fMCwBy-tMsU/s1600/110620111495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624440323615228898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJj0usqgyrE/Tg4GrL14A-I/AAAAAAAAK_w/fMCwBy-tMsU/s400/110620111495.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the things we bought are kind of silly actually. Like underwear for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to sentosa to eat dinner. It's like a standard procedure. Go Holiday plaza then Giant then Sentosa to eat dinner. A standard itinery for JB trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YH of course order crayfish. But I think this stall is not as good as the other one that me and FM and KL tried the previous time. The other stall was better.. hmmm.. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T52HcApAJWg/Tg4IjSWlNAI/AAAAAAAALAQ/7nFhJrXbbrI/s1600/110620111499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624442386947322882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T52HcApAJWg/Tg4IjSWlNAI/AAAAAAAALAQ/7nFhJrXbbrI/s400/110620111499.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Black backside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-siFL8dYpziw/Tg4IjMmmC3I/AAAAAAAALAI/PDktDbklIFo/s1600/110620111498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624442385403874162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-siFL8dYpziw/Tg4IjMmmC3I/AAAAAAAALAI/PDktDbklIFo/s400/110620111498.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-LptZ3NwT4/Tg4Ii1VEctI/AAAAAAAALAA/NKJ5enXvP00/s1600/110620111497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624442379156353746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-LptZ3NwT4/Tg4Ii1VEctI/AAAAAAAALAA/NKJ5enXvP00/s400/110620111497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love bittergourd with salted eggs!!! Very nice and I also introduced the black backside to May and YH. May likes it a lot and both she and FM da bao back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OlbDhM7_Gis/Tg4IjTERexI/AAAAAAAALAY/NoEKJXO4Hv4/s1600/110620111500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624442387138968338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OlbDhM7_Gis/Tg4IjTERexI/AAAAAAAALAY/NoEKJXO4Hv4/s400/110620111500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, the black backside didn't taste good at all when u bring it back to Singapore. It will become cold and harden. Ah well, if you want to eat nice black backside then you must go JB to eat lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, we completed our mission for our JB trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fixed FM's Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought mangoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought cooking oil and underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate crayfish and chicken essence frog legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else??? ..... hmmm I think that's it. That's the main purpose for coming in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-3275371303471317081?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/3275371303471317081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=3275371303471317081' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3275371303471317081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3275371303471317081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/07/crazy-jb-trip.html' title='Crazy JB Trip'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DiaG5GmiJyM/Tg4BTLukQoI/AAAAAAAAK-o/TrdchCff1aA/s72-c/photo%2B5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-6953751744323379758</id><published>2011-06-20T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:40:20.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Gum Pain</title><content type='html'>My wisdom tooth is weird. Just like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It grows halfway out of my gum. So my wisdom is half outside and the other half has a piece of gum covering the top. Now that piece of gum is swollen because I always chew food on it and its causing my pain and irritation. I wish I can just cut that piece of gum out! Damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be free the rest of this week because I am busying either watching Yueju or practicing it. I will be watching 4 days of yueju and attending the workshop tomorrow evening. Then Wednesday night I am rehearsing it. So this week I am fully packed. I won't be able to blog or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have blog about my interesting trip to JB with yh, may, Fm and KL. I think I will write about it like next week..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-6953751744323379758?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/6953751744323379758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=6953751744323379758' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6953751744323379758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6953751744323379758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/06/tooth-gum-pain.html' title='Tooth Gum Pain'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-3448576930799709781</id><published>2011-06-18T11:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T11:37:18.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 Regrets</title><content type='html'>I saw on Yahoo the survey they did on the Top 5 regrets people have when they are on their deathbeds. I think it's interesting to know so that we will avoid the regrets now. Rather than crying on our deathbeds thinking about the things we haven't done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1: I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This the top regret the people have in life. Live a life that is true to yourself. I have seen many people not doing things that are true to themselves and it is very sad. At the end of the day, they will look back and realised that they should have pursued their dreams. Regardless of fail or success at least you tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt opera, learnt gezaixi, yueju and liyuanxi. I think I will not have regrets in this area. Oh, and I wanna get a diving license. I must get to it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'It is important that we achieve some of our dreams along the way. We often put off trying for our dreams due to a myriad of reasons. Before we know it, we would have lost our health and therefore, our chance to attain them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If your dream is to start a business, get to it. If it's to learn how to dance or try sky diving, book a class. If you want to make music, pick up a guitar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't put it off any longer.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2: I wish I didn't work so hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://site-assets2.s3.amazonaws.com/site-assets/article-top-5-regrets-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://site-assets2.s3.amazonaws.com/site-assets/article-top-5-regrets-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was said that this is a common regret among the males who didn't get to spend enough time with their family. Sometimes this can't be help, we need money to make ends meet but still, do try to make some time for youself or for your family. Understand why you do what you need to do. Is it for your family? Or for your personal achievments? For me, working and making money is to sustain my expensive opera hobby. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: I wish I had the courage to express my feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copied from the article..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hands up anyone who has suppressed their feelings in order to avoid potential embarrassment or argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding arguments is good for a harmonious life, but the problem comes when we take it too far. When we blindly follow the opinions of someone more assertive just to avoid arguments, we’re shortchanging ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it’s understandable that we use Twitter and blogging to rant about things we are unhappy with, do remember that talking about it face-to-face is always a more sincere option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if an issue is major enough, try approaching the person for an honest and frank chat. We’re not saying that the talk will be smooth sailing, but your relationships will emerge stronger and healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://site-assets2.s3.amazonaws.com/site-assets/article-top-5-regrets-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://site-assets2.s3.amazonaws.com/site-assets/article-top-5-regrets-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Facebook and handphones, I don't really have a problem keeping contacts with my friends. I think I will not have a regret in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s easy to lose touch with good friends. A busy lifestyle can take away time from the ones you love. This is where technology comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With services like Facebook, WhatsApp and Yahoo! Messenger, it’s easy to keep tabs on old friends. Talking to friends is so effortless today that we have no reason to let staying in touch with friends take a backseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day though, nothing beats chatting over a cup of coffee. So always remember to occasionally take things offline and catch up with your friends the old fashioned way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: I wish that I had let myself be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what challenges you have, stay happy~ Everything will be solved at the end of the day. It's not gonna be the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment and enjoy life. If difficulties come your way, remember that pain is inevitable but wallowing in misery is always optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-3448576930799709781?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/3448576930799709781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=3448576930799709781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3448576930799709781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3448576930799709781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/06/top-5-regrets.html' title='Top 5 Regrets'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-6769182712825165204</id><published>2011-06-09T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:40:44.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jame's Bday~</title><content type='html'>I met up with James and Junhua they all on Sunday afternoon to celebrate Jame's bday. How time flies! James daughter is already 2 years old.. almost 2 years old! I haven't seen them for quite some time already. Very busy you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvIVzAr69Mc/TfDGTLftP6I/AAAAAAAAK6I/i-AfJKaKY5Q/s1600/050620111485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616206768136601506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvIVzAr69Mc/TfDGTLftP6I/AAAAAAAAK6I/i-AfJKaKY5Q/s400/050620111485.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SYHdxKYxeNc/TfDGSp8XZRI/AAAAAAAAK6A/jq4ByGXRfs8/s1600/050620111484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616206759129998610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SYHdxKYxeNc/TfDGSp8XZRI/AAAAAAAAK6A/jq4ByGXRfs8/s400/050620111484.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zdmwjjB2II/TfDGSC2VJpI/AAAAAAAAK54/8yMRrgdKiTE/s1600/050620111482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616206748635702930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zdmwjjB2II/TfDGSC2VJpI/AAAAAAAAK54/8yMRrgdKiTE/s400/050620111482.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEhiicCFQt0/TfDGR1rIoII/AAAAAAAAK5w/1clVGykuXVk/s1600/050620111483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616206745099083906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEhiicCFQt0/TfDGR1rIoII/AAAAAAAAK5w/1clVGykuXVk/s400/050620111483.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMCPRsBr1b0/TfDDjvoZpdI/AAAAAAAAK5Q/zSZbKNsqwnI/s1600/254085_10150200129028173_569523172_7247515_6067611_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616203754179765714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMCPRsBr1b0/TfDDjvoZpdI/AAAAAAAAK5Q/zSZbKNsqwnI/s400/254085_10150200129028173_569523172_7247515_6067611_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Updzl6hd0U/TfDDjQb0p2I/AAAAAAAAK5I/1p0fWp4YIko/s1600/253873_10150200129663173_569523172_7247521_4474632_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616203745805510498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Updzl6hd0U/TfDDjQb0p2I/AAAAAAAAK5I/1p0fWp4YIko/s400/253873_10150200129663173_569523172_7247521_4474632_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WlLkN1jzesw/TfDDi9pMkxI/AAAAAAAAK5A/yQpeuYRJmWU/s1600/249814_10150200129518173_569523172_7247520_1410417_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616203740761330450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WlLkN1jzesw/TfDDi9pMkxI/AAAAAAAAK5A/yQpeuYRJmWU/s400/249814_10150200129518173_569523172_7247520_1410417_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-91B3MthiyWY/TfDDinJw0XI/AAAAAAAAK44/AMb-w96uZ3A/s1600/248974_10150200129138173_569523172_7247516_1610243_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616203734723907954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-91B3MthiyWY/TfDDinJw0XI/AAAAAAAAK44/AMb-w96uZ3A/s400/248974_10150200129138173_569523172_7247516_1610243_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v9rd035rfPw/TfDDiZuF5pI/AAAAAAAAK4w/TWRM_LxP1rU/s1600/248307_10150200129308173_569523172_7247518_218687_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616203731118188178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v9rd035rfPw/TfDDiZuF5pI/AAAAAAAAK4w/TWRM_LxP1rU/s400/248307_10150200129308173_569523172_7247518_218687_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute???? LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-6769182712825165204?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/6769182712825165204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=6769182712825165204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6769182712825165204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6769182712825165204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/06/james-bday.html' title='Jame&apos;s Bday~'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvIVzAr69Mc/TfDGTLftP6I/AAAAAAAAK6I/i-AfJKaKY5Q/s72-c/050620111485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-8347603234099541919</id><published>2011-05-29T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T01:04:34.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gantz</title><content type='html'>I wasn't interested in this Japanese movie, Gantz, at first. But then I saw a trailer at the box office and changed my mind last minute to watch this show and I didn't regret it! It think the idea and concept is quite interesting and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after watching the show, I was frustrated to see the words,"to be continued..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian! Have to wait for part 2 to see the ending. So I went home very kan chiong to find the comics and read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comics have like 37 books and my home simply cannot have anymore such stuff coming in so I read the comics online. I already bought 2 sets of comics, Deathnotes and Slamdunk and my mum has been urging me to throw slamdunk away. My slamdunk set is more than 8 years old le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am so addicted to reading Gantz that I spent almost every single free time I have reading it. I know I have important stuff to attend to but I am just so excited to know the ending that I have to continue reading it. I am at the 28 book already. Finishing soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogbyben.info/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/gantz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.blogbyben.info/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/gantz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although this comic set is really nice and interesting, there is a part that I really don't like. That is there are a lot of sexual references. A lot of big boobs scantily clad women walking around throughout the series and I am really not interested in that. I just want to see the fighting and the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded, during reading, that a friend once told me that she finds comics very confusing. She doesn't know where to read from. I told her, very simple, for Japanese comics, read from right to left, top to bottome. Then for english, its the opposite. I don't read angmoh comics. I think they are sort of... the same... I love manga more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any nice manga to intro me??? But wait till I finish my important jobs first else I will spend days and night reading....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-8347603234099541919?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/8347603234099541919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=8347603234099541919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8347603234099541919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8347603234099541919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/05/gantz.html' title='Gantz'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-1220463367598988071</id><published>2011-05-28T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T12:09:53.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thai Dance</title><content type='html'>I did this Thai dance thing on the day after the Great Election. LOL or General Election and very unfortuantely, my VIP that night was Miss Kate Spade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-de4r0OLyyyE/TeBux4_TcLI/AAAAAAAAK18/DrNtNf5zy64/s1600/080520111443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611606939094184114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-de4r0OLyyyE/TeBux4_TcLI/AAAAAAAAK18/DrNtNf5zy64/s400/080520111443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Susan 显露她妩媚的一面~ Swee or not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sn0nqe1mlsI/TeBuxjwNVbI/AAAAAAAAK10/kNxoJpqP4Bo/s1600/080520111442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611606933393724850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sn0nqe1mlsI/TeBuxjwNVbI/AAAAAAAAK10/kNxoJpqP4Bo/s400/080520111442.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBGik81S56E/TeBuxfFBPBI/AAAAAAAAK1s/DXsWmHSYsEg/s1600/080520111441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611606932138834962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBGik81S56E/TeBuxfFBPBI/AAAAAAAAK1s/DXsWmHSYsEg/s400/080520111441.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oeOlxKDeYHI/TeBuxEvIuwI/AAAAAAAAK1k/dTPjcyGW13c/s1600/080520111439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611606925067729666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oeOlxKDeYHI/TeBuxEvIuwI/AAAAAAAAK1k/dTPjcyGW13c/s400/080520111439.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MY mum first time wear something like that! Actually we dunno how to do the Thai dance, we were just there to 充人数~ Although the VIP was TPL, the even went on well. We had a guest who suan TPL on stage but I think there is nothing much TPL can do about it. She can't possibly just stomp off right. So she stayed till the end of the whole event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Nick hosted the event but he didn't really read political news so he doesn't know about TPL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, we were acting a skit that night and I was wearing this nonya costume. Nick plays my husband and on stage he said that I am Little Nonya. And TPL's fierce rival in the GE was little nonya, Nicole Seah. So it was very ironic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kysXBh0LJ8I/TeByQXkFlUI/AAAAAAAAK2E/3VvW0aLptdw/s1600/080520111453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611610761232487746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kysXBh0LJ8I/TeByQXkFlUI/AAAAAAAAK2E/3VvW0aLptdw/s400/080520111453.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still we finished the show without too many hiccups~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-1220463367598988071?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/1220463367598988071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=1220463367598988071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1220463367598988071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1220463367598988071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/05/thai-dance.html' title='Thai Dance'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-de4r0OLyyyE/TeBux4_TcLI/AAAAAAAAK18/DrNtNf5zy64/s72-c/080520111443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-650491697414969725</id><published>2011-05-28T11:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T11:34:20.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@ Daiso</title><content type='html'>Some time last week I went to Daiso with my parents and Yuxian. It was a super crowded saturday and Daiso was super mega crowded. We couldn't even get a trolley. My mum wanted to buy bowls and spoons etc. My mad sister was stuck at the hairband counter trying on all the different hairbands at the mirror. Tsk tsk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of black stocking for opera use. Black stockings are very good for opera~ For holding up my super long hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the toys counter and saw some really funny things. So I made my mum try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nWWNLp2Ncw/TeBsktYw-SI/AAAAAAAAK1U/6yddLnu83BQ/s1600/170520111467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611604513618196770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nWWNLp2Ncw/TeBsktYw-SI/AAAAAAAAK1U/6yddLnu83BQ/s400/170520111467.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-O6LjHQUZI/TeBsjviTa1I/AAAAAAAAK1M/5CBYzIOdrjM/s1600/170520111466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611604497015204690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-O6LjHQUZI/TeBsjviTa1I/AAAAAAAAK1M/5CBYzIOdrjM/s400/170520111466.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my 秃头老妈~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we brought the mask to Yuxian but she refused to put it on. LOL But we managed to convince her~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACDUijyXouA/TeBs6owng_I/AAAAAAAAK1c/kPPAsvdUctc/s1600/170520111468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611604890333185010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACDUijyXouA/TeBs6owng_I/AAAAAAAAK1c/kPPAsvdUctc/s400/170520111468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dunno why buy my sister thinks that this is a mask of a monk. It is actually not. It is a mask of 秃头~ LOL~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-650491697414969725?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/650491697414969725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=650491697414969725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/650491697414969725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/650491697414969725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/05/daiso.html' title='@ Daiso'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nWWNLp2Ncw/TeBsktYw-SI/AAAAAAAAK1U/6yddLnu83BQ/s72-c/170520111467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-4226510794445209113</id><published>2011-05-15T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T01:36:12.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JB 2011</title><content type='html'>Today I went JB! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going JB is fun because got a lot of things to see and buy~ Though I must say I am little disappointed today that one of the thing I bought got problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am supposed to meet KL at 10am and pick FM at 1030 but KL overslept! Poor FM waited at kopitiam in a huge rainy day for us to come. She cannot get sick you know, later Amai will come hamtam me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We travelled smoothly into JB without jam. Actually got jam lah but KL cut here cut there then no jam liao... LOL, we very bad I know but no choice, time constrain mah. So the first thing when we got in was to have lunch and thus we have this KL ho gai siao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL ho gai siao number 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak kut teh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606618948905173746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrXhkUD1mEU/Tc62Oph3gvI/AAAAAAAAKsc/bXzEa_76Gnw/s400/140520111460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the famous JB bak kut teh. Very crowded and finish very early one. FM likes it too and she told me that there isn't any bak kut teh in Taiwan. Therefore she sometimes buy packs of bak kut teh back for her mum so they can eat during winter. But I think packet bak kut teh is not that nice leh. KL thought that Bak kut teh originated from Taiwan. Apparently he is wrong. Like many people also thought Hainanese chicken rice comes from Hainan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lunch we went to Holiday Plaza. Holiday Plaza is like a must-go place for a lot of Singaporeans. LOL... It is definitely a must-go place for me lah. We walked around, looked at many game shops. KL went to see his car things and me and FM shopped at the game shops. Heng FM also like to play games like me! So got people company me to walk around the shops looking at the game accessories etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got common topics like games, opera, taiwanese... yep, taiwanese is also a very good topic because I know more taiwanese than malaysians, indonesians, thai, china chinese..... And thank god she didn't think my continuous ranting is nonsense lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FM is happy with the tour at holiday plaza. She got the information she wanted and seen the things she wanted though she didn't buy. LOL. But seeing is also good. You know the price and you know the functions. Can plan then next time come in buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL managed to find us in a game shop after he was done with his car things. LOL, so many shops there but he still managed to find us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the next must-go location, Giant. I need to go Giant everytime I go JB cuz I need to buy cooking oil. LOL! My whole family depended on me for cooking oil you know!! In future if KL never go JB with me then I cannot buy cooking oil liao. I also bought one big bucket for May Teng. I am a good friend lah, help her buy never mind.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FM bought a lot of chocolates! LOL, she is the chocolate queen. I also like but I don't really buy them... I bought a lot of cooking oil and some peanuts for my father. And also a bottle of cincalok which I dunno why he say Singapore dun have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really dun have meh? I tot it's quite a common thing here. Anyway, maybe JB is cheaper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we had KL ho gai siao number 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da ma hua yuan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606618954450477682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-730aCpTFGeg/Tc62O-L-InI/AAAAAAAAKsk/1oo41iQX8XQ/s400/140520111462.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrXhkUD1mEU/Tc62Oph3gvI/AAAAAAAAKsc/bXzEa_76Gnw/s1600/140520111460.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL, I was telling FM about how ang dun like food that looks black and I asked her is she eats black food. I ordered this black stout ribs which is really black and she tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she likes it alot~ So this goes to shows that some taiwanese do eat black colour food. She goes back and told Amai about the black food she ate and amai was puzzled about it. She asked me what black food? LOL, now food is categorised into 2 category, white food and black food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This black ribs got funny name, 黑啤骨. Sounds like black ass... LOL... We were laughing our heads off with this name. Today I also tried this salted egg with bitter gourd dish. DAMN NICE!!!! I like bitter gourd and this salted egg gave it a bitter and saltish taste. Can't really imagine these 2 tastes together right? But it's so amazing that they actually taste great together. FM likes the bitter gourd too. KL dun really comment alot. I think he ate until sian liao? But he told me he likes the bitter gourd too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to rant a bit to FM because she works in a line which understands my difficulties too. So when I kp, she can totally relate to it. And recently, I didn't have a chance to kp too much. In class, everyone doing their thing, May got many scenes so she cannot entertain me one lah, YH she always stone. Else she talk to some other people then I also think better don't kp in front of so many people. So today, it felt great to rant a bit. LOL. And FM can comprehend my ranting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sianz leh.. Feel very demoralized and unmotivated. LOL... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am happy today's trip went well and that FM was very happy too. KL was abit in a rush to reach his dinner appointment so I think he quite nervous at the end of the trip. Heh~ But I know he also enjoyed because he accomplished what he wanted to do too~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-4226510794445209113?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/4226510794445209113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=4226510794445209113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/4226510794445209113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/4226510794445209113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/05/jb-2011.html' title='JB 2011'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrXhkUD1mEU/Tc62Oph3gvI/AAAAAAAAKsc/bXzEa_76Gnw/s72-c/140520111460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-9098757984679268749</id><published>2011-05-10T01:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T01:56:36.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know elections are over but I found some funny pictures that I just have to post it up here for you guys. Though some people may not find it funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIz_UtgTh8M/TcgpGhm1MJI/AAAAAAAAKn0/Il7M0HgcCjo/s1600/stop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604774928339775634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIz_UtgTh8M/TcgpGhm1MJI/AAAAAAAAKn0/Il7M0HgcCjo/s400/stop.bmp" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;STOP PAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTlVRa446Kc/TcgpGFbwDpI/AAAAAAAAKnk/_nxSWO_anS8/s1600/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604774920777109138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTlVRa446Kc/TcgpGFbwDpI/AAAAAAAAKnk/_nxSWO_anS8/s400/7.bmp" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;U-Turn, PAP ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604774917643994738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-051j9A3-JNE/TcgpF5wwhnI/AAAAAAAAKnc/2aT669L5-QM/s400/6.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caution, SDP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604774913984000114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ars3P_IDUU/TcgpFsIJcHI/AAAAAAAAKnU/5OleJGgWcvE/s400/5.bmp" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PAP give way to NSP!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604774924286408322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jm8dOAmQnhc/TcgpGSgbtoI/AAAAAAAAKns/Pu4KgQdAF7k/s400/8.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And below is a picture that you won't see in the papers~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6RZTNIDhSE/Tcgoue4zmiI/AAAAAAAAKnM/NixLHRmnLYQ/s1600/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604774515293002274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6RZTNIDhSE/Tcgoue4zmiI/AAAAAAAAKnM/NixLHRmnLYQ/s400/1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-9098757984679268749?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/9098757984679268749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=9098757984679268749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/9098757984679268749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/9098757984679268749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-photos.html' title='More Photos'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIz_UtgTh8M/TcgpGhm1MJI/AAAAAAAAKn0/Il7M0HgcCjo/s72-c/stop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-1311999553351966367</id><published>2011-05-09T13:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:41:14.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PM and MM</title><content type='html'>This is so interesting that I must post here. So that those who don't follow the news can read too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when LKY says 'People of Aljunied, you will live to REPENT!'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then PM LHL replied with, 'MM is MM, his views remains his own'. He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE current Cabinet's way of working with Singaporeans to get results is different from Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew's way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the elder Mr Lee understands the need for a different approach in working with a new generation of Singaporeans, he, however, cannot be other than himself in speaking his mind on issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'MM understands that, but MM is MM,' the Prime Minister said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'MM says: 'Why don't you do things in a certain way? Proceed, it's important, critical for Singapore.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And we say: 'Yes, we understand but, please, let us do it our way because we are different from you and it's a different generation of Singaporeans from the Singaporeans who worked with you and built this Singapore in the 1950s, 60s and 70s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreign Minister George Yeo, anchor minister in Aljunied GRC, said: 'I think it's good that PM made that clarification, because MM's remarks puzzled quite a lot of people.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the Prime Minister also made it clear that he and his team are now the ones in charge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This is the PAP Government, me, my team, and we are taking it forward - same strategic direction but doing it our way. I hope voters will understand and will support what we are doing.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaborating on his team's approach, he said: 'We understand the hard truths. We understand what we need to do but we cannot do it - and we don't try and do it - MM's style. We do it our way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And it's a difference in generations - between MM's team and my team, between your parents and you.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, PM lee was freaked out by his father's comments and was scared that his father's words will piss off the PAP supporters. Thus he made a clear line drawing a line between him and his father. Tsk tsk.. later go back papa is going to punish his son liao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LHL is still governing under his father's shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today on the news, MM Lee replied regardings the results of the election, 'couldn't say more, I am not the prime minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got sparks leh~!! LOL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-1311999553351966367?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/1311999553351966367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=1311999553351966367' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1311999553351966367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1311999553351966367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/05/pm-and-mm.html' title='PM and MM'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-2244996981020608544</id><published>2011-05-09T01:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T04:58:53.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GE Results</title><content type='html'>After staying up the whole night last night to watch the results of GE2011, I had mixed feelings about the entire result. First of all, I am very happy that Aljunied has voted for WP! It is time that there are alternate voices in the Parliament. PAP was good but when someone stay in power for too long, that person is bound to lose his/her focus. It has been proven so many times in history. Similiar Chinese saying, 富不过三代. Money and power can corrupt people. It is also repeatedly played in opera over and over and over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am happy that WP won Aljunied~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am also very sad that Potong Pasir is lost to PAP. I grew up there and ever since I was born, I keep hearing Chiam See Tong's name. I am sad that this warrior that has fought for PP for the past 27 years has to retired now. Potong Pasir residents didn't pay a single cent for their lift upgrade!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those people who lived in Tampines.. They voted Mah into parliament. Residents in Tampines (who voted for PAP), don't kp and kb when you cannot buy a flat when you get married because flats too expensive. Don't kp when you cannot afford to pay COV. You voted for it... Thanks to them, we are going to have a $1million flat soon.. I wished that George yeo is in Tampines and MBT is in Aljunied lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people in Marine Parade (who voted pap). Thanks for voting Kate Spade in. Now we have one feet-stomping-dunno-what-to-say MP in the parliament. Don't kp when you go find kate spade to help you and kate spade tells u 'i dunno what to say'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't kp that living costs are high because if you can survive on the $600 PAP gave you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I hear ppl kping about the government, about rising costs, about foriegners getting their jobs etc. My mum kp everyday about the gas going up, about the water bills going up..  I told her, vote opposition.. no point kp to me right. I not government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's welcome the 1 million Foriegn Talents coming in with open arms and open legs! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that PAP won majority of the seats, MPs and most imptly MBT said he will look into the reason why voters didn't vote for them. HELLO?? Isn't it pretty obvious already?? Especially MBT. It is so freakin obvious why people didn't vote for him so why is he still so unsure?? It's blaring all over the internet that people buey song him because of HDB prices. These MPs now their vote percentage goes down they start saying things like PAP will reform, will think what is wrong with their system, will amend their mistakes etc. Now that election is over, all these will be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must post some funny quotes from the pro-opps to create some laughs.. I wanted to find funny quotes from pro-PAP but they don't have sense of humour. Too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a taxi driver: knn all the other GRCS all tok cock nia.....also alot of turncoats in potong pasir.......... lastly.....y??? y??? Y PAP WIN JOO CHIAT!!!! F!!!!!!!! Knn next week anyone going potong pasir reject going Aljunied free for 1 day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another taxi driver replied: Yah yah "HUh wat tampines?? i dun knoe how to go there...... Aljunied?? come come free ride....." :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From facebook: I'm happy that Tin Pei Ling is in our government. Now everyone's truly represented. Even the intellectually disabled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From facebook: Marine Parade has 5 years to repent. But do not worry, Tin Pei Ling will show you how, right after she figures out what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From forum: If a king has been slaying its peasants for 5 years, after that the peasants rebel and take over one of his castles, u think the king will say, alamak, must not kill any more peasants. listen to them, change my stance.....KILL THEM ALL LA! reconquer the castle, burn all the chao peasants and continue ruling with an iron fist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Forum: Where is MM Lee? he is waiting for them to repent while at home watching cable tv and collecting $$. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Forum: Goh said Wong Kan Seng &amp; Mah Bow Tan not as important as Casino Yeo, can be sacked. I think we better play safe &amp; vote all 3 out lah. Then can play golf together or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw some one holding up a sign that says 'Mahboro' with a skull drawn above it.  Can't find the picture anymore. Else I post here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tUO4HJcNDy4/TccCTzJ1AfI/AAAAAAAAKmc/D-FFxudJdFw/s1600/IMG00131-20110502-1850_211041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tUO4HJcNDy4/TccCTzJ1AfI/AAAAAAAAKmc/D-FFxudJdFw/s400/IMG00131-20110502-1850_211041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604450800458072562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjCQ4vywLlI/TccCThuwQkI/AAAAAAAAKmU/eiNyPYoFNBw/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjCQ4vywLlI/TccCThuwQkI/AAAAAAAAKmU/eiNyPYoFNBw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604450795781112386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kSSJNX6KdBY/TccCTSmojrI/AAAAAAAAKmM/0SRnqNTHdcg/s1600/280411-WPRally03_194052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kSSJNX6KdBY/TccCTSmojrI/AAAAAAAAKmM/0SRnqNTHdcg/s400/280411-WPRally03_194052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604450791720521394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ7YbJYON7M/TccCTCimadI/AAAAAAAAKmE/049-TaVEGCo/s1600/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ7YbJYON7M/TccCTCimadI/AAAAAAAAKmE/049-TaVEGCo/s400/3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604450787408636370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EQhFpxjq8xk/TccCSw513UI/AAAAAAAAKl8/OsuAfWbfvQA/s1600/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EQhFpxjq8xk/TccCSw513UI/AAAAAAAAKl8/OsuAfWbfvQA/s400/2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604450782674279746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, someone did a video with the Returning Officer's speech! LOL I listened to him whole night I can almost memorised his lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zzzYzqKNJRw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna disable comments because this is purely my opinion, I am sure some pro-pap will flame me but I don't need to listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-2244996981020608544?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/2244996981020608544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=2244996981020608544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/2244996981020608544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/2244996981020608544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='GE Results'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tUO4HJcNDy4/TccCTzJ1AfI/AAAAAAAAKmc/D-FFxudJdFw/s72-c/IMG00131-20110502-1850_211041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-2051044834058742862</id><published>2011-05-06T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T04:54:16.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooling Day</title><content type='html'>Today is cooling day~ So we are all supposed to be cool lah I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in a confused state of dunno who to vote because my place here belongs to AMK GRC. I moved here last year and my previous home was in Aljunied GRC! Damn damn damn damn!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I am at Aljunied because then I will vote WP with no hesitation at all! Now my place here is LHL versus Reform and the candidates in Reform are not that fascinating. So I dunno~ I am not the most politically correct person (lol, sounds familiar?)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before nomination day was determined to vote for opposition. I come from opposition background. Hahahaa.. I grow up in PP, Potong Pasir. I love PP! I think it's one of the best place to live in. I know there are no malls unlike Serangoon got Nex but PP is like a little cosy village where everyone knows everyone! My parents at that time were opposition supporters. They always vote Chiam See Tong. I hear his name more often than any other politician's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although PP has very little upgrading, I don't really care. I mean, I don't need lift on my floor. I am not lazy till I can't climb up a single flight of stairs for christ's sake. I used to live on the 12th floor in PP and my lift only stops at 11th floor. I have to walk to the end of the corridor, walk up one floor then reach my flat. Anyway, those rich ppl living in bungalows also have to climb stairs what.... Or maybe the rich MPs got escalators in their home? I dunno lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very sad when we moved out of PP. We got to a place where we always kana walkover. PAP just stepped over our heads like that. So when we got to Lorong Ah Soo, I was very happy to be able to vote in GE2006. I voted WP~ Though they never win, they won a pretty high percentage of votes! That is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I am very sad to be under AMK. I think LHL will win one lah. Why I am not under Aljunied or Hougang??? Hougang is very near to my home you know. Just like one street away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, alot of my friends around my age are voting for opposition. Except for May Teng lah, she is a pappy. Maybe because she is not around my age? LOL. My ex-classmates are all oppies. One of my ex-classmates posted a photo of him holding a WP umbrella. Oh and I think the umbrella is a brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many pappies said that if we don't vote for PAP, we are being ungrateful. I think otherwise. LKY and his old guards are good politicians. They built Singapore from nothing but that is all in the past. And we have already paid LKY millions and millions for his efforts. I don't think I want to keep living in the past and remember the old days and just forget about the future. Past is important, future is even more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new PAP candidates that are taking over LKY and the old guards... you saw Tin Pei Ling???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, " I dunno what to say!" and stomps her feet! WTF??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look at her video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B_6x_5J78Rs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is not done by me. It has gone viral with more than 200k hits already. Tin Peiling will be paid $15000 per month for being a MP....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think PAP was freaked out by the number of people attending the WP rallies. They are scared. So scared that LKY (May's idol) threaten Aljunied residents that they will repay for their mistake if they vote for WP and they will have 5 years to repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, George Yeo (PAP-Aljunied) said that LKY's speech "created greater anger, greater resentment in many people". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a report about George Yeo's rally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As he embarked on the "most intense" election campaign in his political career and observed the "outpouring of pent-up emotion" from voters, Foreign Affairs Minister George Yeo and his team came to a conclusion: "The PAP must be transformed." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledging the "resentment against the government", the Minister who is heading the People's Action Party's Aljunied GRC team said, the PAP government needs to exercise "flexibility" in its programmes and treat its citizens as "human beings".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, he said that PAP needs to treat its citizens as human beings. You mean to say PAP never treat citizens like humans in the past? Then in the past they treat citizens as what?? Dogs ah???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he says PAP need to transform. How come in the past never say want to transform. Now 2 days from voting day then say want to transform??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then did you all hear about our minister, Khaw Boon Wan, asking Singaporeans to send their old folks to JB if they think Singapore old folks home are too expensive? Is it because old folks cannot contribute to Singapore anymore so can send them to JB? The old folks are those who supported PAP in the past lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an excerpt from the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A plug for these homes came in Parliament on Monday from Health Minister Khaw Boon Wan, who said Singaporeans could save money by using JB nursing homes. For what it costs to board someone in a private nursing home here, 'you can stretch it easily to pay for at least 21/2 months of nursing home care in Johor Baru', he said. The facilities there typically charge between $450 and $1,000 a month, compared to those here which ask for between $1,000 and $4,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Khaw said another perk is that JB is 'near enough for relatives to visit'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we still got Vivian Balakrishnan who overspent on YOG budget by 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now I saw this posted in a forum. I was very very shocked because apparently MOE is hardselling Singapore's PR to foreign students!!! Do we really need to sell our PRs like that????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;though i am very against the influx of FTs, i still treat them like a fellow being and have never look at them with a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having lunch with a PRC colleague. shes a 24yr old gal who just graduated from NTU and now working in a MNC while waiting for PR approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just started a casual topic like, wad do u like about this country and how are u coping so we get the standard reply. wad stuns me, was the answer to my next question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: " so wad makes u decide to come here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRC: " i didnt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: " wa, ur parents force u here or ur bf is here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRC: "neither, ur SG gahment invited us here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: " huh, wad do u mean"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRC: " ur MOE went to our school in our village and told us they URGENTLY need students here, infact they were hardselling the whole scheme and many of us signed up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: " huh, wad did they offer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRC: " they offer us, ALL Expenses paid for our fees in NTU, including lodging and we even get pocket money"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *mouth open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRC: "on top of that, they have send me the INVITATION letter to apply for PR after we grad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously begin to wonder the magitude of the FT problem has many more sides that many of us do not know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lose my pride as a sgporean after hearing this and i really wonder do they really care ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u give a PR who starts a business here and bring jobs to sgporeans, by all means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT if u choose to so-call groom a FT and seemingly used up tax payers money to fund it, i totally do not understand the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my guess is, they bring in more FTs, give them the candy and they bring in more FTs, which i belive is working because she told her friends about this scheme and many of her friends are here now, at the expenses of home-grown sgporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i myself was deprived the chance of studying in a local U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yet a villager from a faraway land with no visible society contributions gets the chance of studying here, all expenses PAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we really worth this much to the gahment ? is it really we got not enough pple here to study in NTU ? then why are they rejecting sgporeans who meet the pre-requisites ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY is it that I cannot have a free degree also??? The taxes we paid are used to pay for the degrees for overseas students lor... And apparently many people followed this forum and commented that it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am not a politically correct person lah so I also dunno what policy this is. Maybe PAP got a very good reason to do this, I dunno lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only know that I either vote oppo or I void my vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Show u all a very nice video done by someone in support of opposition. I am not asking people to be like me and vote opposition. In fact I haven't asked anyone to vote opposition.. except YH because she doesn't know who to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just showing the video because it is very very well done. I don't think PAP has such a video. In fact I cannot find any pro PAP video done half as nicely as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y9TxiEYo7ww" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool.. Breath... Breath deeply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-2051044834058742862?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/2051044834058742862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=2051044834058742862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/2051044834058742862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/2051044834058742862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/05/cooling-day.html' title='Cooling Day'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/B_6x_5J78Rs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-7066799116394286405</id><published>2011-04-29T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T00:39:16.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Library @ Nex</title><content type='html'>Amai tempted me to borrow books from Nex because the books are so new! LOL, I got fetish for books. Just love the smell, love the beautifully aligned text, love the texture of the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So one day I was at Nex with my mother and I brought her up to the library. I assured her that I won't spend too long in the library. She has got terrible experiences of me spending too much time in bookstores and libraries when I was little. She used to 'throw' me inside a library while she did her shopping and she was back, I was reluctant to leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I didn't want my mother to wait too long because I can see the 'sian' look in her eyes. So I just randomly picked up 2 books from my favourite author which I reckon that they should be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbXfLj8wtG8/TbmXoOKTf4I/AAAAAAAAKjc/e3DxBP8eP9Q/s1600/The_Funhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbXfLj8wtG8/TbmXoOKTf4I/AAAAAAAAKjc/e3DxBP8eP9Q/s400/The_Funhouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600674328863801218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xbjjWJbMfNo/TbmXnxlmhJI/AAAAAAAAKjU/j3Y_eMhe2Pg/s1600/hearts_in_atlantis_mmp_by_stephen_king.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xbjjWJbMfNo/TbmXnxlmhJI/AAAAAAAAKjU/j3Y_eMhe2Pg/s400/hearts_in_atlantis_mmp_by_stephen_king.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600674321193665682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were leaving the library my mum offered to return the books for me when I am finished. I said that is a good idea because sometimes the books were overdued and I have no time to return them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mum then asked me where is that hole to return the books so I showed her. She then said,"Ooooh, I like to drop the books into the hole, it's very fun!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the actual reason why she wanna return the books for me. Not because she is afraid that I will get fined again, it's because she enjoys dropping the books off....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-7066799116394286405?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/7066799116394286405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=7066799116394286405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7066799116394286405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7066799116394286405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/04/library-nex.html' title='Library @ Nex'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbXfLj8wtG8/TbmXoOKTf4I/AAAAAAAAKjc/e3DxBP8eP9Q/s72-c/The_Funhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-1919916739945870445</id><published>2011-04-27T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T02:25:13.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GE 2011!</title><content type='html'>I have been reading this article from MM Lee's message that Singapore is not Disneyland and apparently, so many people are so PISSED with PAP! I am foreseeing that PAP will have a tough fight this year. So many people are supportin the opposition. I have been reading people's comment and from my one hour reading, I haven't seen even ONE supporter of PAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to quote some funny things that people are saying.. Some are really rude to MM Lee though&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are NOT my views. I am just quoting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;please PAP...one of you...please come to my house one of these days asking for my vote...let's us see how loud my door is gonna be slammed on your face! Dunno if that will be included and passed as a crime later in Parliament slamming the door on Minister's face will be a crime&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;if the current PAAP dream team is not from Disney World then how did Minnie Mouse Tin PL come about?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We don't need another MP that is just there to 'Fill up the seat'. Might as will get any Goofy or Donald Duck to do that..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Actually, Singapore IS Disney Land!!!!! Everything is priced like DisneyLand.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;better to retire now. at least you say something like" i m no longer in charge, those younger leaders are running the garment&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nothing to change what. Everything is cheap. Education is cheap. Healthcare is cheap. HDB is cheap. Transport is cheap. Our dear ministers are also cheap.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Guys please pardon The MM he's SENILE I think...LOL.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Does MM Lee stand for Mickey Mouse Lee?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MM Lee , you are right , we the citizen are not living in disney world , we are now living in hell with alot of aliens fight over the jobs and space unlike miw ... miw living in their fantasy world and enjoy watching "survival series" part 5 or "gladiator" part 2 live telecast everyday in this tiny island ... you die your business !&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You'd failed badly, LKY. We thought you stay on in government to do some good but apparently you just hang around for the sake of hanging around.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;They are trembling now, for they know Judgment Day is coming&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Stop flogging a dead horse, just let MBT go in peace. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny~ But some are rude like I said.. LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-1919916739945870445?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/1919916739945870445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=1919916739945870445' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1919916739945870445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1919916739945870445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/04/ge-2011.html' title='GE 2011!'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-7428017046338562943</id><published>2011-04-14T17:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T01:01:15.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qing Ming</title><content type='html'>一年一度的unglam gathering was here again. Yes de, every year we will have this unglam gathering with everyone wearing slippers, shorts, extra large t-shirts, messy hair etc. A total change of what it was like on CNY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We met up at 6am and the Lim Chu Kang cemeterr. My cousin very jialat. She said she went to chiong the night before till 2am and she is still intoxicated with the alcohol. She looked like a zombie!&lt;/p&gt;For the first time, we bumped into the family of the tomb 2 rows in front of my grandmother's. They were a big family and they make far more noise than us. Considering that we already made a lot of noise at the cemetery at that hour. My cousin told me that she is learning korean and she aims to speak fluent korean like in 1 year. So I think by the next qing ming, we will be able to hear her speak fluent korean! LOL... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our tomb sweeping event went on smoothly but one family actually overselpt and didn't turn up. My aunt called them and told them they don't have to come anymore cuz we will be done soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-efszt3Ubufs/Taa7Y49ezYI/AAAAAAAAKgM/iQNxcuh7B_I/s1600/100420111419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595365623335931266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-efszt3Ubufs/Taa7Y49ezYI/AAAAAAAAKgM/iQNxcuh7B_I/s400/100420111419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Newspapers are a must for tomb sweeping, cuz we always need to sit around...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mG848EtvDHM/Taa7YoGfaLI/AAAAAAAAKgE/U_wQSo-zmEA/s1600/100420111418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595365618810316978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mG848EtvDHM/Taa7YoGfaLI/AAAAAAAAKgE/U_wQSo-zmEA/s400/100420111418.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KmfSeV2rI3k/Taa7YbTlDlI/AAAAAAAAKf8/Q7al0_J6_Js/s1600/100420111417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595365615375552082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KmfSeV2rI3k/Taa7YbTlDlI/AAAAAAAAKf8/Q7al0_J6_Js/s400/100420111417.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cu-mO28nYa0/Taa7YBSz7lI/AAAAAAAAKf0/qiHEIL4hba8/s1600/100420111416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595365608393010770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cu-mO28nYa0/Taa7YBSz7lI/AAAAAAAAKf0/qiHEIL4hba8/s400/100420111416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KH0JSfmNDSI/Taa7XxgDAwI/AAAAAAAAKfs/7hFvfWXiD_w/s1600/100420111415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595365604153557762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KH0JSfmNDSI/Taa7XxgDAwI/AAAAAAAAKfs/7hFvfWXiD_w/s400/100420111415.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YvngPeicrGE/Taa715pVEtI/AAAAAAAAKg0/NBUF-EktptE/s1600/100420111424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595366121736049362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YvngPeicrGE/Taa715pVEtI/AAAAAAAAKg0/NBUF-EktptE/s400/100420111424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLRuGlsJsFs/Taa71nKDFZI/AAAAAAAAKgs/SpXxnWY7tFM/s1600/100420111423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595366116773008786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLRuGlsJsFs/Taa71nKDFZI/AAAAAAAAKgs/SpXxnWY7tFM/s400/100420111423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dE4GLl8DI8Y/Taa71eL9wAI/AAAAAAAAKgk/MpA5q8Cbxx4/s1600/100420111422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595366114365128706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dE4GLl8DI8Y/Taa71eL9wAI/AAAAAAAAKgk/MpA5q8Cbxx4/s400/100420111422.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nmyiv1Wp-cA/Taa71M_D9qI/AAAAAAAAKgc/DHyTPrskXB4/s1600/100420111421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595366109747607202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nmyiv1Wp-cA/Taa71M_D9qI/AAAAAAAAKgc/DHyTPrskXB4/s400/100420111421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A whole row of news papers where we sat before....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kL9U4_RYctE/Taa707zttrI/AAAAAAAAKgU/GPdWr8XQf7g/s1600/100420111420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595366105136608946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kL9U4_RYctE/Taa707zttrI/AAAAAAAAKgU/GPdWr8XQf7g/s400/100420111420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AaJgSnmtJs8/Taa8bkdClHI/AAAAAAAAKhc/GUDDgIhsOl0/s1600/100420111429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595366768882390130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AaJgSnmtJs8/Taa8bkdClHI/AAAAAAAAKhc/GUDDgIhsOl0/s400/100420111429.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NJarF1jM1yY/Taa8badkajI/AAAAAAAAKhU/PiLjo5BxbBU/s1600/100420111428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595366766200252978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NJarF1jM1yY/Taa8badkajI/AAAAAAAAKhU/PiLjo5BxbBU/s400/100420111428.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CFXpd0zqQU8/Taa8a22kohI/AAAAAAAAKhM/EflyCvZ61Hc/s1600/100420111427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595366756641448466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CFXpd0zqQU8/Taa8a22kohI/AAAAAAAAKhM/EflyCvZ61Hc/s400/100420111427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xO4K9otxuo0/Taa8at0nHKI/AAAAAAAAKhE/BsWbcl74848/s1600/100420111426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595366754217303202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xO4K9otxuo0/Taa8at0nHKI/AAAAAAAAKhE/BsWbcl74848/s400/100420111426.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicely twirled to a circular shape!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7AB1JhwVNZk/Taa8aVfHxcI/AAAAAAAAKg8/oxOb9Z1VaYU/s1600/100420111425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595366747684718018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7AB1JhwVNZk/Taa8aVfHxcI/AAAAAAAAKg8/oxOb9Z1VaYU/s400/100420111425.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQe45ysikgA/Taa9KpgcNvI/AAAAAAAAKiE/u_n2QFNsjPg/s1600/100420111435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595367561423598258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zUaCcaQBmCQ/Taa9Js5lsrI/AAAAAAAAKhs/OBoUXrcyEUs/s400/100420111432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595367556959565170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldJsGBl22X8/Taa9JcRR9XI/AAAAAAAAKhk/ClTw188X2Xc/s400/100420111430.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And very funny, we actually saw someone put a Kong Ming lantern off at the cemetery!! LOL, I was like,"hey look! Got Kong Ming deng!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I never took photos of it, it was very cute! It was pink colour... We all watched it float away till it can't be seen. I think I also want to set off a kong ming lantern next year leh. Like very cute. Then we started discussing where the lantern will end up. I am thinking that once the fuel is gone, the lanter will fall gradually. Then if your wishes are written on it, whoever picked up the lantern will read your wishes. Then throw it away. LOL..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the LCK tomb sweeping, for the first time, we went to Guang Ming Shan to sweep. Normally we will got to my great grandma's tomb at kopi hill but a big tree crashed onto her tomb last year and so her remains were moved to guang ming shan. It was so damn crowded there and very smoky.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The big fire that was used to burn all the offerings were very 壮观 though. Very big fire and it was very very hot to stand around it. Some workers will help us with throwing the offerings into the fire. I wonder, all the offerings burn together, will the dead recieve them? And also, it was so crowded with so many praying at the rows and rows of tables, will the spirit of my ancestors come to our table slot? Probably want to find also cannot find right... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595367577692681970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQe45ysikgA/Taa9KpgcNvI/AAAAAAAAKiE/u_n2QFNsjPg/s400/100420111435.jpg" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zrdB2e7-cow/Taa9KRsiFpI/AAAAAAAAKh8/wpnx115uTa8/s1600/100420111434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595367571300947602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zrdB2e7-cow/Taa9KRsiFpI/AAAAAAAAKh8/wpnx115uTa8/s400/100420111434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bymLFqt0pIU/Taa9J8zQ_7I/AAAAAAAAKh0/YRBbzOG6zH0/s1600/100420111433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595367565692043186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bymLFqt0pIU/Taa9J8zQ_7I/AAAAAAAAKh0/YRBbzOG6zH0/s400/100420111433.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogspot is getting from bad to worse. It's paragraphing has got problem leh!!! See the spaces so big! Like shit lor. And I must key in some html codes myself because it doesn't generate them automatically like last time. Dunno what the hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-7428017046338562943?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/7428017046338562943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=7428017046338562943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7428017046338562943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7428017046338562943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/04/qing-ming.html' title='Qing Ming'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-efszt3Ubufs/Taa7Y49ezYI/AAAAAAAAKgM/iQNxcuh7B_I/s72-c/100420111419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-7951998406436942137</id><published>2011-03-23T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T00:15:27.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>A rant is the angmoh version of kp. I am trying to act angmoh so I saw rant instead of kp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think human by nature like to bitch about things. Few ppl that I have met in my life that doesn't bitch about things around them. There are so many things to bitch about! So many things to rant about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For day to day activities to your work to your family to your hobbies... etc.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, maybe someone who doesn't say anything or rant about something that irritates him or her, the person's head might explode lor!! LOL. Ah may always complain that she headache. Maybe she didn't kp enough? If she don't let it out, her head will explode very soon. Then we will all be very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If May;s head explode then I cannot fulfil her dream to dress her up as Fan Li Hua in her coffin liao. No head how to dress up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have a few friends telling me their death wishes like how they want their funeral to be, how they want to look like, May even chose her funeral photo already. I dunno why, do I look like a person with a long life? Hahahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yh says that she is a fan of my facebook page already but I don't really update my facebook alot. I mostly comment on people and browse photos. I have no idea why she is a fan of my fb. She should be a fan of my blog lor! Yh is mad. She always says that I am mad but she is the one mad and she is super mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a farewell chit chat session at Ya Kun yesterday for Ang. We didn't really talk much though. I was sitting at a far end corner which I think is a good place because ang cannot see me at that corner. If she doesn't see me, then she won't be reminded of things. So I better keep myself out of her sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White eyed YH and May sit beside ang tho. I dunno what was going on but May was having an atittude. She was sitting there at the other corner of the table and choosing split ends. I wonder if she has scissors. If not how to remove the split ends? Find already also no use. White Eyed YH sits beside Ang. I am not sure if she got kana anything or not but she has been kping alot. And she started spreading rumours that she wanna join the dan department. I will very much welcome her in here if she wants to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News is there is a new student in COI. I haven't really seen her yet but according to reliable sources, this new student has got potential. Although she is an auntie, she can walk quite well in the sheng steps. I dunno, I haven't seen her in action yet. So rumours are spreading that YH will be kicked out of her second line xiao sheng status. Apparently, a few people are very happy about this! YH was very sad lor. She wants to come to my department and kick me out instead. Come lor. I dun really care you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAhahaha.. Very random posting today. Think of wat then write of wat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-7951998406436942137?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/7951998406436942137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=7951998406436942137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7951998406436942137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7951998406436942137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/03/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-5934860174900194853</id><published>2011-03-16T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T18:22:07.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child's Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-LRUqF17V0/TYCPR_XurUI/AAAAAAAAKcM/PFwXLu6fyP4/s1600/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-LRUqF17V0/TYCPR_XurUI/AAAAAAAAKcM/PFwXLu6fyP4/s400/poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584621077170924866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-5934860174900194853?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/5934860174900194853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=5934860174900194853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/5934860174900194853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/5934860174900194853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/03/childs-dream.html' title='A Child&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-LRUqF17V0/TYCPR_XurUI/AAAAAAAAKcM/PFwXLu6fyP4/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-4127732425805949101</id><published>2011-03-14T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T01:09:18.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snaps</title><content type='html'>I snapped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always snap when I play video games and I can't get through a shitty puzzle or a shitty game like that GOD DAMN CHOCOBO RACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I came a cross a video of a guy who snapped when he was playing a game, Silent Hill. He couldn't get pass the stage so he was cursing away and screaming at the top of his voice. This reminded me of myelf and I felt rather comforting to know that other people are like this too. I am not the only one who always snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hCKxlnAtmj0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I showed this video to a friend, I told him this is a bit like me. He told me that no, actually it IS me! LOL. Am I really like that? Do I really rant non-stop and do crazy things like hitting the walls? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eerr.. actually I do, in the past. When there was no youtube and there wasn't any thorough walkthrough in the internet yet. I will rant on and on and on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something classic will be like,"SHIT!!! SHIT BIRD!! SHIT STUPID FREAKING SHIT BIRDS! I didn't do anything to you!!! WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME??? I didn't kill your father! I didnt kill your mother!! WHY HIT ME??? Why would someone design a game like this? It's so freakin IMPOSSIBLE! SHIT!! WHY?! WHY?! SHIT WHY?!! AAARRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will scream "Arrragggghhh" X 10 until all the steam is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, that is so classic. But I seldom do that now because my parents hated all that noise I make so I only go like that ki siao when no one is around. And nowadays most of the puzzles can be solved just by googling. It is those STUPID EAT SHIT mini games that really frustrated me. I mean there is no cheat, no way, no strategy to get through it. It's like plain luck! I tried and tried and tried and tried but I can't do it!! I JUST CANT FREAKIN DO IT! Whenever I think about that mini-game, I felt irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, my friends and game kakis are all guys. So they actually pass on this ranting habit to me. LOL. But they are good gamers, they can solve the puzzles themselves eventually. I am a wimp! I admit and I don't care. I just go buy the guide book, which normally cost $20+, and just follow it through the whole game. I know that gamers look down on people like me but I am a wimp! So yah, I read guidebooks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guy friends will laugh and me and say that I have no backbone because I played with a guidebook. I dun give a damn lah. LOL. I am not even a guy so who cares. I happy can already right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the guide book is not everything. Sometimes you still get stuck with stupid things. I shall not go into details here. Point is, if you see me talking to myself when I am playing games, it's perfectly normal. Few ppl saw me like this before. I think even May or YH never seen me breaking down in front of my games before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-4127732425805949101?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/4127732425805949101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=4127732425805949101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/4127732425805949101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/4127732425805949101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/03/snaps.html' title='Snaps'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hCKxlnAtmj0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-3350706015364071398</id><published>2011-03-13T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:52:01.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatal Frame</title><content type='html'>We all know how good the Japanese are at making horror movies. Years ago, a japanese game maker made this horror game called Fatal Frame. At that time, my good friend, Henry played that game and freaked out. He told me about it. Later on another friend told me she tried the game but stopped halfway cuz it was too scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this game for PS2 but I didn't play it. My brother played it instead. I tried but whenever I am holding the controller, I felt stress. Like I dunno if I should turn around a corner because I was afraid a ghost might pop out. Or when I am at a door, I dunno if I should open it because there might be something behind it waiting to scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatal Frame is now at it's 4th installment and it is now on wii! I dunno how it can be played on Wii. In the game, the character will have a camera and if you see a ghost, you will have to aim your camera at it and take pictures. Once you take a successful picture of it, it will deal damage points to the ghost. Some stronger ghosts requires more shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think it's quite funny to have a gang of friends at night, switching off the lights and playing it together. LOL. I found some very funny videos of a guy playing Fatal Frame and got scared shit out of him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware, there are lots of cursing in these videos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone up to the challenge to play this? I still have Fatal Frame 1 and 2 at home.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PLZad0CmzNg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CbVcwc058Vo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h5Yn6gwtfwE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tAOHYnK8TvA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-kHuTEd2DsI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-3350706015364071398?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/3350706015364071398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=3350706015364071398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3350706015364071398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3350706015364071398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/03/fatal-frame.html' title='Fatal Frame'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PLZad0CmzNg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-2161296647171763823</id><published>2011-03-13T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T14:22:58.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight of the Bumble Bee</title><content type='html'>I was playing with my PSP on my bed and I was playing 'Taiko'. You know the drum game? I played once with Amai in an arcade before and I just found out that I actually bought this game some time ago but I didn't play it. So I was playing it for awhile and as I am such a random person, the game reminded me of The Flight of the Bumble Bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people might not know what this is but it is a violin piece that is extremely fast and extremely technically demanding. I have heard this piece a long time back and was amazed by the speed you need to play it. The music sounds like a bee buzzing around. LOL, that's why it's called the flight of the bumble bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stopped playing Taiko and went Youtube to find a video of the piece and I happened to come across 2 guys trying to break the Guines World Records for the fastest violinist. The first one set the record at playing the whole piece in 66 seconds. Which means he played 13 notes in ONE second! Can you imagine how fast his fingers are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second guy broke the previous guy's record at 58 seconds!! That is 14 notes per second! Amazing I know. I found the video of the first guy who set the record at 66 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-uXoPwCW9GI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were checked in a slow mo playback to ensure that every single note was played correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the 2nd guy who broke Garrett's record at finishing the bumble bee in 58 secs. In this video, his cert shows that he completed the piece at 65 seconds but then later on he broke his own record at 58 secs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/psLbeJb0M28" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-2161296647171763823?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/2161296647171763823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=2161296647171763823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/2161296647171763823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/2161296647171763823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/03/flight-of-bumble-bee.html' title='Flight of the Bumble Bee'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-uXoPwCW9GI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-8254884771177659765</id><published>2011-03-12T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T17:49:44.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glowing Algae</title><content type='html'>I saw on Yahoo News that some forest fires in Australia near a lake caused a kind of algae to glow in the dark. They call it bioluminiscent algae. Sound like very chim but it simply means algae that glows in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajd3IvqQMbw/TXtALFlB5mI/AAAAAAAAKcE/IuEPfBXQlCY/s1600/capt_cd9b0da57bc623ab9a5f33b342b7fc94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583126722276091490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajd3IvqQMbw/TXtALFlB5mI/AAAAAAAAKcE/IuEPfBXQlCY/s400/capt_cd9b0da57bc623ab9a5f33b342b7fc94.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86gpVxb8MY4/TXtAK_dNJcI/AAAAAAAAKb8/wfBe753NePc/s1600/capt_11080f61bca2a2bb053da64ce5022bf5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583126720632661442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86gpVxb8MY4/TXtAK_dNJcI/AAAAAAAAKb8/wfBe753NePc/s400/capt_11080f61bca2a2bb053da64ce5022bf5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APa0F7qxqqc/TXtAKtOp-5I/AAAAAAAAKb0/InrzUvkez3A/s1600/capt_50b7e2187b734d454f09c6603363eb9f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583126715739798418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APa0F7qxqqc/TXtAKtOp-5I/AAAAAAAAKb0/InrzUvkez3A/s400/capt_50b7e2187b734d454f09c6603363eb9f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DrDi0kVesyc/TXtAKZtYJhI/AAAAAAAAKbs/c0tZ4-IvWPk/s1600/capt_47a64b84731a284c2af1e5b436ac76d7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583126710499943954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DrDi0kVesyc/TXtAKZtYJhI/AAAAAAAAKbs/c0tZ4-IvWPk/s400/capt_47a64b84731a284c2af1e5b436ac76d7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o87-tHYdZxE/TXtAKM_Xv3I/AAAAAAAAKbk/badNzp8jbdA/s1600/capt_41e985bbc55920d9e6888c2ca42712c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583126707085754226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o87-tHYdZxE/TXtAKM_Xv3I/AAAAAAAAKbk/badNzp8jbdA/s400/capt_41e985bbc55920d9e6888c2ca42712c1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just so amazing! I wish that I am there to witness this phenomenon! What an awesome world we have here. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-8254884771177659765?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/8254884771177659765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=8254884771177659765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8254884771177659765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8254884771177659765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/03/glowing-algae.html' title='Glowing Algae'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajd3IvqQMbw/TXtALFlB5mI/AAAAAAAAKcE/IuEPfBXQlCY/s72-c/capt_cd9b0da57bc623ab9a5f33b342b7fc94.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-4673349472152051088</id><published>2011-03-11T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T14:13:47.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Borders and saw some of the books which I loved so much when I was a kid. Mostly the books are by Roald Dahl and Enid Blyton. I love reading, I love books. I have a fetish for books and I love their smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first book. I remember that I bought it at the airport and I think I was in primary 1 or 2. It is the first book that I ever requested my father to buy. My mum kept asking me to throw it away but I think it has sentimental values. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-94vLsu5LFFs/TXm85ucOV1I/AAAAAAAAKbM/d05pKNyDZSc/s1600/110320111383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582700913007417170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-94vLsu5LFFs/TXm85ucOV1I/AAAAAAAAKbM/d05pKNyDZSc/s400/110320111383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am very grateful that I got the chance to read Roald Dahl's and Enid Blyton's books! They had brought me so much joy and happiness! I remember Roald Dahl's 'Withces', 'Going Solo', 'Mathilda' and of course 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'. They were really wonderful. I think kids who didn't read these books really missed out something! Because if they read it after they become an adult, the meaning will be totally different. You won't feel the same chill down the spine when you read 'Witches' where the witches eat children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.. I was so into that book that I started suspecting there were witches among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this Bookworm club. I am not sure if you guys ever heard of it but I was a subscriber and the Bookworm club member. I had lots of their books in the past and my first set of encyclopedia was from them. My 2nd encyclopedia was from my father which was one about animals. I was so fascinated with the animals in the encyclopedia I think I memorised the whole book by heart. I was amazed that such weird animals exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, my mum likes to bring me to my uncle's home where there isn't any entertainment so I flipped my uncle's books but they were too chim. The only ones with pictures were the National Geographic magazines. The words were too chim for me, I was in Primary school I think but I love the pictures. Now, I am a fan of NGC as well as Discovery. (Went Borders to find Discovery magazine but they don't have!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody in my family likes reading and they didn't tell me to read. I just got the habit myself and I am glad that I did. If not I would have missed out so much. Then in my teenage years, I started reading Fear Street, horror novels. I can read day and night even while I am bathing! I finish one book in a few hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a period when I was around 17, I love Ni Kuang's Wei Si Li series. I read so many of his novels!! No less than 30 I think. He has write about 100 plus books but it is very difficult now to find one that I haven't read before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about 18, I started going crazy for comics because my buddies (all guys) love comics. I read a few sets, Slamdunk being my favourite. Then I read Deathnotes recently, Kindaichi.. etc. But comics are expensive. At that time I bought Slamdunk at $4.50 per book but I think the price has gone up. My mum keeps wanting to throw my slamdunk away but I won't let her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I no longer have a favourite author. I like Harry Potter but Harry Potter only has 7 books. I like Lemony Snicket but they are for kids. Still, I think they are mega funny. What else... Cant remember. I now pick up books from the library randomly because I don't know which is good. I have very weird taste in books. Roald Dahl is SO GOOD but he don't have alot of books and I already finished those that he has written. His books are dark but I like.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to have read those books and not missed them out during my childhood. I seriously miss those days where a good story can make my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the first few books of my life~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9w2Yc2I218U/TXm86s-w5aI/AAAAAAAAKbc/7ZkiUCGM-qU/s1600/110320111385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582700929795286434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9w2Yc2I218U/TXm86s-w5aI/AAAAAAAAKbc/7ZkiUCGM-qU/s400/110320111385.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGFI-A6CkMY/TXm86EjlCxI/AAAAAAAAKbU/bSHVo5UpPtE/s1600/110320111384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582700918943845138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGFI-A6CkMY/TXm86EjlCxI/AAAAAAAAKbU/bSHVo5UpPtE/s400/110320111384.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-4673349472152051088?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/4673349472152051088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=4673349472152051088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/4673349472152051088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/4673349472152051088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/03/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-94vLsu5LFFs/TXm85ucOV1I/AAAAAAAAKbM/d05pKNyDZSc/s72-c/110320111383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-7270838747497237335</id><published>2011-03-11T02:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T02:59:16.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Designs</title><content type='html'>Recently, I did some photo touch up for Comfort Designs and was happy to go to their road show to see the actual banners. The print out was really nice I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LvbQnXZ6Ds/TXkdtlPTebI/AAAAAAAAKa8/0C9C6exZRmg/s1600/270220111366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582525882030062002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LvbQnXZ6Ds/TXkdtlPTebI/AAAAAAAAKa8/0C9C6exZRmg/s400/270220111366.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YE-j-1oITAI/TXkdbj7x9UI/AAAAAAAAKa0/kDTsfyA55MU/s1600/270220111363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582525572442092866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YE-j-1oITAI/TXkdbj7x9UI/AAAAAAAAKa0/kDTsfyA55MU/s400/270220111363.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EytgaP9sywg/TXkdaVNtL9I/AAAAAAAAKak/iEVCTkMSEZc/s1600/270220111362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582525551310876626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EytgaP9sywg/TXkdaVNtL9I/AAAAAAAAKak/iEVCTkMSEZc/s400/270220111362.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eYLXuJWkYAs/TXkdZ-M4xVI/AAAAAAAAKac/VsN_Hb0iVO8/s1600/270220111361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582525545133426002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eYLXuJWkYAs/TXkdZ-M4xVI/AAAAAAAAKac/VsN_Hb0iVO8/s400/270220111361.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their new product, the Jellyfish chair, is like a yoga chair, bouncy and yet it doesn't roll about. I think it's quite fun to sit on. I helped a friend to buy one and brought it home. My mum likes it too. Maybe I will buy one for our living room. &lt;/p&gt;Think Nick was very happy to see the banners too! And him being there boosted the sales a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JkHiACSUR98/TXke6ObzrgI/AAAAAAAAKbE/Bl3WNYqOEjk/s1600/270220111359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582527198758415874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JkHiACSUR98/TXke6ObzrgI/AAAAAAAAKbE/Bl3WNYqOEjk/s400/270220111359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Comfort Designs also sponsored the furniture in Nick's home. So good right. He got almost all his furniture from them except beds because Comfort Designs do not sell beds. This is the benefit of being an artiste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-7270838747497237335?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/7270838747497237335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=7270838747497237335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7270838747497237335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7270838747497237335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/03/comfort-designs.html' title='Comfort Designs'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LvbQnXZ6Ds/TXkdtlPTebI/AAAAAAAAKa8/0C9C6exZRmg/s72-c/270220111366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-6352790401591171147</id><published>2011-03-11T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T02:09:03.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Function at MBS</title><content type='html'>It was Hersing's DND and Nick got an invittation for it. Hersing is a huge company with ERA, Storhub etc. Their DND was at a ballroom in MBS. A friend of Nick gave him seats so we went together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick didn't want to go at first because going will means having to PR with many people but I told him that PR is good for our company and good for himself too. He got a very strong urge to tell me that we don't go but in the end we still went. I think he didn't regret going too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Lee and Flying Dutchman was the host for that night. I took a photo of the stage but I think can't see their faces la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUi9KXJB834/TXkL9gBYqBI/AAAAAAAAKZs/KeDbW57scG8/s1600/260220111355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582506364298110994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUi9KXJB834/TXkL9gBYqBI/AAAAAAAAKZs/KeDbW57scG8/s400/260220111355.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, I just realised that I didn't take their photos at all. LOL. Anyway, we saw a few other MediaCorp artistes too and they were actually just beside our table so I took a group photo of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZlRmaI8a44/TXkN_xIo2gI/AAAAAAAAKZ8/LD3MvrVutv4/s1600/260220111356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582508602274929154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZlRmaI8a44/TXkN_xIo2gI/AAAAAAAAKZ8/LD3MvrVutv4/s400/260220111356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick was all dressed up looking very suave that day! But too bad I didn't take any photos. I also dunno why I never take any photos of him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone also recieved a doorgift that day but that doorgift is a box of tools for wine. I don't drink so I don't have much use for all those things. I gave it to my father but I doubt he has uses for them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night event was not bad, quite interesting and they played a few games which I think were quite funny. We can take note of them and use them in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was very nice but we didn't eat alot. LOL, cuz prior to going for the dinner, I was at Nick's home and we were 2 very desperately hungry people so Nick cooked instant noodle for both of us. We happily ate and after that we were abit too full for the dinner. Hahaha. A bit silly I know... We even went supermarket to buy vegetables to cook instant noodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-6352790401591171147?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/6352790401591171147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=6352790401591171147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6352790401591171147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6352790401591171147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/03/dinner-function-at-mbs.html' title='Dinner Function at MBS'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUi9KXJB834/TXkL9gBYqBI/AAAAAAAAKZs/KeDbW57scG8/s72-c/260220111355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-4419797760131152432</id><published>2011-03-07T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:51:21.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bizzare Mum</title><content type='html'>I made a video with my mum last week. I did it to try out something and I think it worked quite well. However, part 2 wasn't very well done cuz my mum took a couple of the same shot (She kept NGing) and then I didn't want to make her do it again so I just let it be. Anyway it was another experiment. I will make a better one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bj7VaARjp_4" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-4419797760131152432?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/4419797760131152432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=4419797760131152432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/4419797760131152432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/4419797760131152432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-bizzare-mum.html' title='My Bizzare Mum'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bj7VaARjp_4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-8791628819455371643</id><published>2011-03-06T03:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T03:21:01.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SJ &amp; Shinee</title><content type='html'>I am nuts, I am not sleeping at this time and I am just listening to pop. LOL, I am having this 'hangover' from my opera performance. Haiz, when I flop like that I do something else to lift up spirits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been listening to some Super Junior's and Shinee's songs. I thought I wouldn't like their songs because I don't really listen to K-pop but I found myself actually getting addicted to listening to their songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I am so random. Sometimes I wonder why. I do random stuff that is sometimes quite unexpected. I think my friends are used to me being random, they expected me to do something unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like May will always say me,"Aiya, you are weird one mah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not weird, I am just random. Sometimes being random is not that good also because I am interested in too many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am addicted to listening to a few songs from SJ and Shinee. They are not new songs but I didn't really listen to these songs until recently. A nice song is a nice song regardless of whether it's new or old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like SJ's 'No Others', 'Bonamana', 'Sorry Sorry' and 'SuperGirl'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Shinee's 'Ring Ding Dong', 'Lucifer' and 'hello'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I will sing along the chorus of Ring Ding Dong because the words are quite simple. It's just ring ding dong, ring ding dong, ring diggy ding diggy ding ding ding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sing this and my mum heard me, she asked me what the hell I am singing. Keep on singing ding dong ding dong. She asked if I am ding dong already. She thinks that this is a super weird song because a normal song wouldn't have lyrics like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song Ring Ding Dong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/roughtzsCDI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird that I don't seem to like to listen to female singers. I dunno why but I just don't. They just don't appeal to me. My mp3 players has got hundreds of songs and I think 99% of them are male singers. I know it's bad for me to be so sexist but... I can't help it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Super Junior's 'No Other'. I am currently addicted to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SnMoDDbEccE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah I must admit some of the singers are quite cute. LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-8791628819455371643?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/8791628819455371643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=8791628819455371643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8791628819455371643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8791628819455371643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/03/sj-shinee.html' title='SJ &amp; Shinee'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/roughtzsCDI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-6081901712801442697</id><published>2011-02-27T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T13:11:51.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireflies By Nick</title><content type='html'>Last week I quite a number of footages of Nick singing Fireflies in my room. He wanted to include some of the footages into his new endorsement for Comfort Design. So after completing his video, I browsed through all the videos that I took of him and find many cute and funny segments. I thought that it will be a waste if I don't showcase all his cute/funny actions so I decided to lump all the funny videos together and create a video for the whole song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I wanna make this video, I thought I might try out my Adobe Premiere too. See what updates they have in the new version. I have not used it for 8 years, since I graduated from Poly but I know it's a great software. After installing. I realised that I have totally lost touch with the software. LOL, but after a while of fooling around, I found the touch back. There are so many changes in the software but the changes made the software more effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I must admit that I didn't put much thought and design the video nicely. Please don't expect a professional looking MV because I simply dumped in a few video effects and it was an one-hour effort. Anyway the effects are secondary, I just want to share Nick's fun-loving side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mMwNIFEtwNE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to try out the other functions of the software but I don't have any new videos liao. Will try to make a better video next time~ CUTE HOR??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-6081901712801442697?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/6081901712801442697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=6081901712801442697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6081901712801442697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6081901712801442697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/02/fireflies-by-nick.html' title='Fireflies By Nick'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mMwNIFEtwNE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-945772848742214049</id><published>2011-02-22T14:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T14:33:53.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall We Talk 2</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, YH kp to me that why I wrote a lot about my work and about Nick. I told her that yes I can, if I don't blog at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad or what. I am everyday doing all these stuff and since my blog is about what I am doing, of course it will mention alot about my work right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If let's say I don't write about what I did yesterday (omitting out the places I went to with Nick), I will probably be writing an entry that looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had dinner at home, my mum cooked Brinjal which I love. And then I downloaded Shrek and watched it till I fell asleep. Therefore, I got up, switched off my lights and went to sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;End of story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that .... boring? And I mean boring to the max lor. So if I am to write that, I rather that I not blog at all. Then someone else will also kp,"Miko! You very long never write blog liao leh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's blog will be... I got up at 10+am, I brushed my teeth, took a shower and then I continued watching Shrek at where I left off last night. Then my mum cooked some broccoli for me which I happily ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................... Fun huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, remember I mentioned about filming in my previous post? That one line has to be repeated 5 times because the director wanted 5 different shots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May was asking me why they didn't have 5 cameras shooting all the different angles at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not very possible because if they do that, the other cameras will appear in the wide angle shot and I don't think they will bring that many cameras. Save cost you know. More camera means more camera men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a video here which was shot at an evening at NEX's carpark. Yup, the new shopping centre at Serangoon. I thought that the carpark will be very hot but surprisingly that carpark was quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first... make up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlDSRf1O95Q/TWNWmfC-O0I/AAAAAAAAKTE/Q_vpqaMxWUQ/s1600/DSC04896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576395982783789890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlDSRf1O95Q/TWNWmfC-O0I/AAAAAAAAKTE/Q_vpqaMxWUQ/s400/DSC04896.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then after make up we realised that Nick still has to wait for a long long time before his turn comes so he informed the AP that we will go walk walk first. If his turn is coming then give us a call. Then we went walking around in NEX. There wasn't alot of people there which is good. It was a weekday afternoon like 4pm so the shopping centre is still not so crowded. We walked for about 1 hour plus before it the AP called us to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kuCWrLAmkk4/TWNWRuGqj2I/AAAAAAAAKS8/Mtmz8xY49ec/s1600/DSC04949_renamed_19534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576395626048556898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kuCWrLAmkk4/TWNWRuGqj2I/AAAAAAAAKS8/Mtmz8xY49ec/s400/DSC04949_renamed_19534.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKrJM9v10JM/TWNWRZ7nKuI/AAAAAAAAKS0/hJqrR3uELhE/s1600/DSC04929_renamed_22493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576395620633488098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKrJM9v10JM/TWNWRZ7nKuI/AAAAAAAAKS0/hJqrR3uELhE/s400/DSC04929_renamed_22493.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jofIasj4bs/TWNWReWgClI/AAAAAAAAKSs/w8QRki269Tw/s1600/DSC04925_renamed_10024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576395621820009042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jofIasj4bs/TWNWReWgClI/AAAAAAAAKSs/w8QRki269Tw/s400/DSC04925_renamed_10024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jvGkvmQyXQw/TWNWRG1Ef8I/AAAAAAAAKSk/Ks-VjLczDvQ/s1600/DSC04897.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihzep0qwhQs/TWNWmlk3huI/AAAAAAAAKTc/Y-Ss1p1CWGg/s1600/DSC04961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576395984536569570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihzep0qwhQs/TWNWmlk3huI/AAAAAAAAKTc/Y-Ss1p1CWGg/s400/DSC04961.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-giIHxOeV35s/TWNWmffMJMI/AAAAAAAAKTM/2UEYPbYb2U4/s1600/DSC04937_renamed_27955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576395982902142146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-giIHxOeV35s/TWNWmffMJMI/AAAAAAAAKTM/2UEYPbYb2U4/s400/DSC04937_renamed_27955.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxVcTJB6RUY/TWNWmqoCGDI/AAAAAAAAKTU/IKPd0P17OVM/s1600/DSC04992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576395985892022322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxVcTJB6RUY/TWNWmqoCGDI/AAAAAAAAKTU/IKPd0P17OVM/s400/DSC04992.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember about the one shot taken with different camera angles? I have done up a video here of Nick doing one simple shot in 3 different angles. We spent about 2 plus hours just for this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pcjwHoI21qw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that the sky already turn dark by the time we got to the last shot. I asked Nick if it takes so long to shoot such a simple scene, I can't imagine them doing a whole drama. It must have taken ages!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-945772848742214049?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/945772848742214049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=945772848742214049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/945772848742214049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/945772848742214049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/02/shall-we-talk-2.html' title='Shall We Talk 2'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlDSRf1O95Q/TWNWmfC-O0I/AAAAAAAAKTE/Q_vpqaMxWUQ/s72-c/DSC04896.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-5407134490313893286</id><published>2011-02-17T12:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:03:41.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall We Talk?</title><content type='html'>Nick is filming a new docu-drama 'Shall We Talk'. I think it's quite funny and I always make fun of him because this docu-drama aims at teaching parents how to deal with kids at puberty and how to teach them sex education. Hahahahaha.... They even deal with topics like wet dreams etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick likes to have company when he does things like filmings and meetings etc so I went with him to most of his filming if I am free. I am not everytime so eng eng one ok. Like yesterday, I went to teacher Ang's house whole day to do her music and rehearse. Tedious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few filming I went to was quite interesting but there were a lot and I mean A LOT of waiting time. For example, Nick has a line to say so he will say it while the director takes a wide shot. After that, the director will need to move the camera and lights etc to take a clost shot of Nick saying the same line. After that, the director will move the camera again and take a close shot of the other people in the scene while Nick says the SAME line again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means if there are 4 people in that scene, Nick will have to say the same line 5 times. One for the wide shot and 4 for the close shot of everyone in that scene. How tiring!! Then after saying this one line, the director will move the lights and the cameras around to another angle and film again. This moving around takes like 30 min because they want to ensure that they have the correct angle and the lightings are natural etc. At this moment, Nick will be stoning there waiting for his turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took LOTS and LOTS of photos of his filming set because he likes it that I take photos. He can put them on his FB and send them to his clothes sponsors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I can't upload everything but I will upload some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of filming was at a coffee shop and so coincidently, just opposite my house only! LOL.. so of course I went. The filming starts at 10pm and ended at 1+am and then next day filming was at 8am! Zeng Shimei and Nick both were super shag when I saw them the next morning. They slept like 2 hours only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffeeshop scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--uYsKV1LpJE/TVyl2oK2X_I/AAAAAAAAKRE/yfliShLmvaI/s1600/110220111308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574512796692275186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--uYsKV1LpJE/TVyl2oK2X_I/AAAAAAAAKRE/yfliShLmvaI/s400/110220111308.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wlcgyMeWr4/TVyl2c8XKQI/AAAAAAAAKQ8/oO7vcj_xYNk/s1600/110220111306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574512793678719234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wlcgyMeWr4/TVyl2c8XKQI/AAAAAAAAKQ8/oO7vcj_xYNk/s400/110220111306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very unfortunately, my brother and me were dragged into acting as the background of that scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsHc0GsDado/TVyl12Bm1fI/AAAAAAAAKQ0/7DsCq20MzRY/s1600/110220111305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574512783231735282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsHc0GsDado/TVyl12Bm1fI/AAAAAAAAKQ0/7DsCq20MzRY/s400/110220111305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my brother kept staring at their filming and I told him not to stare since he is acting as the backgroud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ONC4Gi9ekmc/TVyl1sGZF_I/AAAAAAAAKQs/nVbRQnwBav0/s1600/100220111304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574512780567451634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ONC4Gi9ekmc/TVyl1sGZF_I/AAAAAAAAKQs/nVbRQnwBav0/s400/100220111304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them super tired when filming ended at 1+am. Shimei's husband Tang Yushu came to picked her up. Tang Yushu looks pretty down to earth and normal off-screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning was my mum's bday! Yup, the day that we went to sing KTV and cut cake at home remember? Nick was filming early in the morning at 8am and my mum was interested to see the filming so we went to the serangoon park which was again very near my house. Basically all the filming locations are near to my house~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scene was a jogging scene. Think Nick was too shag to jog la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0GvzkVYvMEs/TVypzx4KrxI/AAAAAAAAKRs/bFK_s0CJb5A/s1600/110220111326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574517145805172498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0GvzkVYvMEs/TVypzx4KrxI/AAAAAAAAKRs/bFK_s0CJb5A/s400/110220111326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7TuJviCT390/TVypzRvPbnI/AAAAAAAAKRk/mqw55FARS5Q/s1600/110220111325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574517137177800306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7TuJviCT390/TVypzRvPbnI/AAAAAAAAKRk/mqw55FARS5Q/s400/110220111325.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3BXKRBJ2I_I/TVypzHTvVCI/AAAAAAAAKRc/9ilp9VCfFYo/s1600/110220111324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574517134378095650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3BXKRBJ2I_I/TVypzHTvVCI/AAAAAAAAKRc/9ilp9VCfFYo/s400/110220111324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA1fEf7P-SU/TVypyx1JKqI/AAAAAAAAKRU/2phVNgrWZks/s1600/110220111322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574517128612620962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA1fEf7P-SU/TVypyx1JKqI/AAAAAAAAKRU/2phVNgrWZks/s400/110220111322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCOcny0SP7E/TVypyU_floI/AAAAAAAAKRM/LlJMFmOnXxI/s1600/110220111320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574517120871405186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCOcny0SP7E/TVypyU_floI/AAAAAAAAKRM/LlJMFmOnXxI/s400/110220111320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took about 4 hours to shoot this park scene which will probably appear on TV for like 1-2 minutes. By the way I used my phone camera to take the photos. Not too bad right! My phone is good one.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, they shifted everything into a flat nearby. It took again about 1+ hours to set up everything in the flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mbJC1WAc-nE/TVyqr_98gWI/AAAAAAAAKR8/H4ECEitnxvA/s1600/110220111330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574518111660179810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mbJC1WAc-nE/TVyqr_98gWI/AAAAAAAAKR8/H4ECEitnxvA/s400/110220111330.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dYsKiKdEyJY/TVyqrsjU_CI/AAAAAAAAKR0/J-_I8XvvJm4/s1600/110220111328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574518106448264226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dYsKiKdEyJY/TVyqrsjU_CI/AAAAAAAAKR0/J-_I8XvvJm4/s400/110220111328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and I didn't stay long at this scene because we were going to sing KTV at NEX. My mum has been wanting to sing there since the ktv opened! So finally we went and the following events were blogged up previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before yesterday, Nick went to NEX to film a scene. This time I brough along my camera so I took some videos and photos. I will blog them up here later on. Now very hungry, have to go eat lunch liao~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-5407134490313893286?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/5407134490313893286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=5407134490313893286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/5407134490313893286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/5407134490313893286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/02/shall-we-talk.html' title='Shall We Talk?'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--uYsKV1LpJE/TVyl2oK2X_I/AAAAAAAAKRE/yfliShLmvaI/s72-c/110220111308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-8034666059692689305</id><published>2011-02-13T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T01:48:05.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mum bday..</title><content type='html'>My mum's ang moh bday is Ang's chinese bday, on the same day! On this day, I bring my mum to the KTV that she has always wanted to go. The new partyworld at NEX. I think because it's my mum's bday, she was very heng, the person there gave us a very big room with a massage chair inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The massage chair was very comfy! When it was not my turn, I will sit there and enjoy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QjHUBCuI_Fc/TVawo4aSU6I/AAAAAAAAKQE/q2NCJfa1h9U/s1600/110220111335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572835805301461922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QjHUBCuI_Fc/TVawo4aSU6I/AAAAAAAAKQE/q2NCJfa1h9U/s400/110220111335.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mum tried to sing while sitting in the massage chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back home to cut cake. Nick already arrived at my place before we reach. He just finished filming and was super super tired but he still came to cut cake with my mum and wished her happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning, we went to see Nick filming and the people of the crew including Zeng Shi Mei also wished her happy birthday. I think she was very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HDVlWxyprNA/TVawp9wJdOI/AAAAAAAAKQU/rk6a6_VSbL0/s1600/110220111336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572835823915201762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HDVlWxyprNA/TVawp9wJdOI/AAAAAAAAKQU/rk6a6_VSbL0/s400/110220111336.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See? She was very happy as I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KzOnLuNvIno/TVawqWwYLxI/AAAAAAAAKQk/pMx1nFueLYg/s1600/110220111340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572835830627053330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KzOnLuNvIno/TVawqWwYLxI/AAAAAAAAKQk/pMx1nFueLYg/s400/110220111340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aiyo, why my ah yi's expression is like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hrepFZ1XlXA/TVawqKJGaoI/AAAAAAAAKQc/_0GS84LeVyA/s1600/110220111338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572835827241085570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hrepFZ1XlXA/TVawqKJGaoI/AAAAAAAAKQc/_0GS84LeVyA/s400/110220111338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake was paid half by Ang and half by Nick. :) My mum was happy with the cake. She said it was very delicious~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan was there too to but I didn't get a picture of her. She went to KTV with us then went to my place to cut cake too. She didn't eat the cake tho cuz it's not vegetarian. My mum was overwhelmed by the gifts she got that day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-8034666059692689305?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/8034666059692689305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=8034666059692689305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8034666059692689305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8034666059692689305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-mum-bday.html' title='My mum bday..'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QjHUBCuI_Fc/TVawo4aSU6I/AAAAAAAAKQE/q2NCJfa1h9U/s72-c/110220111335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-555504084456791132</id><published>2011-02-11T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T00:07:36.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nian Chu 3</title><content type='html'>When I was young, very young, I love a tv drama called, 飞跃银河. It is one of MediaCorp's few attempts of trying to make a sci-fi film. I remember that the female lead in the film was Chen Xiu Huan and she acted as an alien with super powers. I believe many people will remember this show right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Nian Chu 3, I was very happy to visit Chen Xiu Huan's home. She had lion dance at her home and we arrived just in time to see the lion dance. There were lots of guests at her home and of course I felt very uneasy to not know anyone at all at that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first reach there, there weren't any other artistes except for Chen Xiu Huan. So Nick just took a break and sat at a corner to have lunch. I just stood there looking at the lion dance. During the lion dance, the other artistes came in and so Nick went to chat with them. Well, I told Nick that he has to at least chat a bit even though he was not in a mood for chatting that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took the chance to take some photos for them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVVUvHalcNI/AAAAAAAAKP8/DbY5Vj3KrX8/s1600/180426_184651991574574_100000893240713_440651_7630748_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572453282361995474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVVUvHalcNI/AAAAAAAAKP8/DbY5Vj3KrX8/s400/180426_184651991574574_100000893240713_440651_7630748_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The one in red is Chen Xiu Huan's husband. Chen Xiu Huan is still so pretty! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVVUu3PnCxI/AAAAAAAAKP0/XjKkYk8DgRg/s1600/179243_184653571574416_100000893240713_440662_1399229_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572453278020995858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVVUu3PnCxI/AAAAAAAAKP0/XjKkYk8DgRg/s400/179243_184653571574416_100000893240713_440662_1399229_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lion dance very li hai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-skXo0XaSBSo/TVVUums3taI/AAAAAAAAKPs/6MIurNKJBOE/s1600/167766_184654258241014_100000893240713_440667_307035_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572453273580320162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-skXo0XaSBSo/TVVUums3taI/AAAAAAAAKPs/6MIurNKJBOE/s400/167766_184654258241014_100000893240713_440667_307035_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The baby that Pan Ling Ling is holding in the picture is Zoe Tay's 3rd son! And Zoe Tay's figure is still so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNK5p5ybE4o/TVVTUSeOHXI/AAAAAAAAKPk/Prt9GUqkTuo/s1600/SANY0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572451721961938290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNK5p5ybE4o/TVVTUSeOHXI/AAAAAAAAKPk/Prt9GUqkTuo/s400/SANY0037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OW_y_o51dFg/TVVTTwWp9MI/AAAAAAAAKPU/R1WE-s9xEsA/s1600/SANY0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572451712803402946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OW_y_o51dFg/TVVTTwWp9MI/AAAAAAAAKPU/R1WE-s9xEsA/s400/SANY0029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick recieved an Angbao from Zoe Tay.. But Zoe Tay said that Nick must faster get married and give her 3 angbaos next year~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVVTTS_w_7I/AAAAAAAAKPM/Lw15UC_Gyi4/s1600/SANY0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572451704922767282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVVTTS_w_7I/AAAAAAAAKPM/Lw15UC_Gyi4/s400/SANY0020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great experience~ We didn't stay there for very long. After chatting for awhile, we left to visit other people, mostly potential clients. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick was very tired because he must PR a lot with many clients during CNY but too bad~ That's his job. lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-555504084456791132?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/555504084456791132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=555504084456791132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/555504084456791132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/555504084456791132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/02/nian-chu-3.html' title='Nian Chu 3'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVVUvHalcNI/AAAAAAAAKP8/DbY5Vj3KrX8/s72-c/180426_184651991574574_100000893240713_440651_7630748_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-197454610986243901</id><published>2011-02-10T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T13:25:41.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yu Sang</title><content type='html'>How many times have you lao yu sang this year? I have done it 3 times, not a lot but I think it's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was at SL during our tuan bai. Every year will have tuan bai performances and yu sang. I didn't perform this time though. I just went there to watch. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle's daughter, Yi Ying, performed again and once again, the audience really love her performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571925243807405170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyOJxm5-PG0/TVN0fOgsFHI/AAAAAAAAKN0/YgXUbXtnnYM/s400/060220111266.jpg" /&gt;Later on, I found out that she agreed to sing because her father has promised to get her chocolate if she sings..... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JwfaP3iAwQI/TVN0fdiUUzI/AAAAAAAAKN8/QMVDcedIwqg/s1600/060220111267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571925247840768818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JwfaP3iAwQI/TVN0fdiUUzI/AAAAAAAAKN8/QMVDcedIwqg/s400/060220111267.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yiying and her chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the performance, it was time for yu sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVN0fyJXXgI/AAAAAAAAKOM/3o8229D9JDw/s1600/060220111269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571925253373255170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVN0fyJXXgI/AAAAAAAAKOM/3o8229D9JDw/s400/060220111269.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVN0fppz7oI/AAAAAAAAKOE/3842g_GoJls/s1600/060220111268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571925251093425794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVN0fppz7oI/AAAAAAAAKOE/3842g_GoJls/s400/060220111268.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very the crowded right.. It was so crowded that I give up trying to join in the lao yu sang.. So I just took photos instead. After they have finishing laoing then I eat. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had lao yu sang twice at teacher Ang's house. Once was bought by ZY one day. I have no idea why she suddenly bought yu sang to teacher's house that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third time was ai xin yu sang prepared by QY. She bought the veges and fruits and abalone and cut them herself. I think her yu sang was very nice because it has more fruits and vegetables that I like. The normal yu sang we eat outside has very strong ginger taste and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVN0gA97xxI/AAAAAAAAKOU/WxZKt4M_bL4/s1600/090220111300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571925257351841554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVN0gA97xxI/AAAAAAAAKOU/WxZKt4M_bL4/s400/090220111300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The very nice yu sang... with very nice vegetables and fruits.. There were even strawberries in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVN0sfA-HsI/AAAAAAAAKOc/-GA1ZQNk5TM/s1600/090220111301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571925471576071874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVN0sfA-HsI/AAAAAAAAKOc/-GA1ZQNk5TM/s400/090220111301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have simply no idea why my mum and DLQ were positioned so nice on the sofa... enjoying their yu sang... LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-197454610986243901?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/197454610986243901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=197454610986243901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/197454610986243901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/197454610986243901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/02/yu-sang.html' title='Yu Sang'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyOJxm5-PG0/TVN0fOgsFHI/AAAAAAAAKN0/YgXUbXtnnYM/s72-c/060220111266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-1904382506287965326</id><published>2011-02-08T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T01:06:27.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bak Kua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My father wants to eat bak kua but he is lazy to go to the kitchen to get it. It was on top of my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my father said to my mum,"Yesterday, I opened up that pack of bak kua above the fridge and it tasted funny. I think it's spoilt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum thought it was impossible so she took that pack of bak kua down from the fridge and opened it. The package still looks new... it dawned upon her that my father didn't really eat the bak kua last night and it isn't spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mum said,"You want to eat bak kua, want me to take you don't want to say directly right?! Say what bak kua spoilt. It's not spoilt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my father got to eat his bak kua without moving his butt from the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mother told me this story, my father yelled," This kind of small things you also want to complain to the children...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.. What crazy family I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-1904382506287965326?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/1904382506287965326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=1904382506287965326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1904382506287965326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1904382506287965326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/02/bak-kua.html' title='Bak Kua'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-5735530120720729262</id><published>2011-02-08T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T01:00:49.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dog</title><content type='html'>I am born in the year of dogs. I think it is a good year to get borned because I love dogs. They are faithful and cute. And I mean cutest to the MAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I am unable to have dogs, partly because I can't afford to have one to be committe to. However, mainly it's because my mum doesn't like dogs. But this does not stop me from liking them and buying dogs plushies which I think are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, my best friend gave me this on my 21st bday.. Yes, that was like 7 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVAjOcd9bEI/AAAAAAAAKM0/9X-Y-1x8smM/s1600/060220111278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570991470124297282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVAjOcd9bEI/AAAAAAAAKM0/9X-Y-1x8smM/s400/060220111278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My baby dog, I decided to name him Ah bao. If I ever have a real dog, I will name him Ah bao. I suddenly dug Ah bao out because Amai has got one too and she put her pic in FB. I didn't want to post too many funny pictures in FB so I posted them here instead. You see Ah Bao is trying to eat my hard boil egg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVAjN7eOpPI/AAAAAAAAKMs/DKQeAOTQdr8/s1600/060220111276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570991461267055858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVAjN7eOpPI/AAAAAAAAKMs/DKQeAOTQdr8/s400/060220111276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Ah bao was using my sister's favourite bowl, Doraemon bowl.... Then Ah bao says that he wants to see his new friend's, Soya Milk, photos. So I opened up Amai's page for him to see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVAjOheKQKI/AAAAAAAAKM8/jbxsHRqVSDM/s1600/060220111279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570991471467315362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVAjOheKQKI/AAAAAAAAKM8/jbxsHRqVSDM/s400/060220111279.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then he decided to take a picture with the Amai's FB page. LOL...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't he cute?! I love him very much. I once lost a small little puppy plushie that looks like ah bao but it is brown colour. His name was 'BB French'. I am so so so so so sad!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haiz.. I still miss BB French alot because it was also a gift.. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-5735530120720729262?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/5735530120720729262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=5735530120720729262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/5735530120720729262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/5735530120720729262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-dog.html' title='My dog'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TVAjOcd9bEI/AAAAAAAAKM0/9X-Y-1x8smM/s72-c/060220111278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-6214858011317726411</id><published>2011-02-07T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:20:53.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super crowded supermarket</title><content type='html'>On a bright monday morning, I went to Supermarket, NTUC, to buy ingredients for our reunion dinner. Of course I didn't go alone, I went with my family except my sis. She was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a monday morning and I was shocked by the amount of people milling around the entire NTUC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Just checked dictionary, 'milling' means moving around aimlessly and confusedly. I think they are not exactly aimless but they are quite confused with what kind of things to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after about 30 minutes of milling around with my parents, I decided to take a break and just stand at one corner, taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU7WmXtktgI/AAAAAAAAKMU/T_TIIOr1uXI/s1600/310120111249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570625743792420354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU7WmXtktgI/AAAAAAAAKMU/T_TIIOr1uXI/s400/310120111249.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you spot my mum??? In the below photo??? I cannot find her but I know she is there.. somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU7WmAA_uGI/AAAAAAAAKMM/bK3Y5a-JLzw/s1600/310120111248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570625737431431266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU7WmAA_uGI/AAAAAAAAKMM/bK3Y5a-JLzw/s400/310120111248.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother, super aimless and super confused. Like someone casted confuse on him or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU7Wl-X-7qI/AAAAAAAAKME/0h0hZYh6frc/s1600/310120111247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570625736990977698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU7Wl-X-7qI/AAAAAAAAKME/0h0hZYh6frc/s400/310120111247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noticed that he dyed hair? I dyed for him! LOL, I convinced him that he should do something about his boring hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you all see the crowd? It was a monday morning, not a holiday or what lor.. but the super market was super crowded!! We had lots of problem pushing that trolley around. Keep bumping into people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY, the biggest event of the year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-6214858011317726411?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/6214858011317726411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=6214858011317726411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6214858011317726411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6214858011317726411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/02/super-crowded-supermarket.html' title='Super crowded supermarket'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU7WmXtktgI/AAAAAAAAKMU/T_TIIOr1uXI/s72-c/310120111249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-3149334880324282787</id><published>2011-02-06T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T00:14:29.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion Dinner</title><content type='html'>Very funny.. Our family are very early diners. We normally eat dinner at 5.30pm. Reason being my sister always KP she is hungry at this hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening of our reunion dinner, we had to wait for my brother to come home and he works till like 6pm. My mum keeps calling him to ask him to faster come back and my sister pulled a long face.. because she was very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching TV while waiting... and my whole family fell asleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU12BOPkGKI/AAAAAAAAKLc/d0uNzntUNaM/s1600/020220111250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570238077502494882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU12BOPkGKI/AAAAAAAAKLc/d0uNzntUNaM/s400/020220111250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahahah.. so funny right, the whole family just fell asleep like that in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father finally said,"Thou shall not wait for youyi. Thou shall eat now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sister very happy, smile came back to her face and she eagerly, excitedly she sat at the table... First one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU12BfMsZZI/AAAAAAAAKLk/tOnyXbcb9fw/s1600/020220111251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570238082053858706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU12BfMsZZI/AAAAAAAAKLk/tOnyXbcb9fw/s400/020220111251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum yum!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-3149334880324282787?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/3149334880324282787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=3149334880324282787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3149334880324282787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3149334880324282787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='Reunion Dinner'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU12BOPkGKI/AAAAAAAAKLc/d0uNzntUNaM/s72-c/020220111250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-3073723143973390505</id><published>2011-02-05T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T23:41:52.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY @ RABBIT YEAR~</title><content type='html'>Happy Rabbit year to all my friends who always visit my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back! Do you all miss me?? I dun think so lor and I have no idea who is reading my blog. I think Da Li Qin got read but she never comment.. Hahah so there might be some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I didn't blog much in January leh. That is very bad you know. Cuz like that I cannot keep track of what I did in 2011. I like to keep track of the things I did. The memorable times I had. And so, my blog is very important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I didn't take many photos for CNY because my stupid face haven heal. I am kping everyday that my face will faster heal lor. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins won't let me off if I don't take photos so I still took lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU1k0LsMW8I/AAAAAAAAKKc/52neRIAvRqQ/s1600/168136_1567772114333_1236330872_31251246_6291744_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570219161781296066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU1k0LsMW8I/AAAAAAAAKKc/52neRIAvRqQ/s400/168136_1567772114333_1236330872_31251246_6291744_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made a deal to wear red this year so both Deina and Deina wore red. The first Deina abit cheating la, hers is pink lor. Not red! I went shopping especially to buy red clothes leh. Very hard to find. In the end I just bought a normal t-shirt. Cannot fly them aeroplane lah, die die must find a red outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year's colour is YERROW. diaoz... YERROW makes me look fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father asked me to invite Nick for our new year gathering too. This is the FIRST time a guy friend of mine joined my family CNY dinner. Normally I wouldn't ask my friends to come. This time is special cuz my aunt and my cousins all wanted to see him so I asked him lor. And so coincidently, he was free. I tot he will be busy on CNY Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU1k0yT_KTI/AAAAAAAAKK0/1y9lBuEVKkA/s1600/179444_1567771194310_1236330872_31251243_4510580_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570219172148750642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU1k0yT_KTI/AAAAAAAAKK0/1y9lBuEVKkA/s400/179444_1567771194310_1236330872_31251243_4510580_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my aunt and cuzzies all took photos with him happily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU1k0kcWlaI/AAAAAAAAKKs/q90jHQAI9zw/s1600/178998_1567771634321_1236330872_31251244_2822844_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570219168425743778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU1k0kcWlaI/AAAAAAAAKKs/q90jHQAI9zw/s400/178998_1567771634321_1236330872_31251244_2822844_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken in my pink room... The guy below is my cuzzie's bf wor. So lovey dovey like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU1k0U5uqjI/AAAAAAAAKKk/LWo-tGgG4Ww/s1600/168473_1567771834326_1236330872_31251245_3282183_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570219164253989426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU1k0U5uqjI/AAAAAAAAKKk/LWo-tGgG4Ww/s400/168473_1567771834326_1236330872_31251245_3282183_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick's appearance that night sparked questions, is he my bf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of relatives asked but of course he IS NOT lah... We are very very platonic friends. We always bitch each other one... He bitched me even on CNY day 1 lor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Nick went home. He needs beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my relatives started the NG family tradition of playing ban luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU1udZO3f6I/AAAAAAAAKK8/71U91uZR_KI/s1600/167852_1567776274437_1236330872_31251249_6325768_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570229765395677090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU1udZO3f6I/AAAAAAAAKK8/71U91uZR_KI/s400/167852_1567776274437_1236330872_31251249_6325768_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't play, I am never a ban luck person leh. It just doesn't motivate me. So I didn't join lah, as usual. I went to my bro's room and I fell asleep watching TV!~ Until 10+pm then wake up and send the relatives off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad CNY~ Though nothing exciting happened this time round, I think it is important to have such a gathering time for the NG family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something wrong with my phone.. I sent out an sms like 10 min ago now then delivered.. Why take so long sia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-3073723143973390505?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/3073723143973390505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=3073723143973390505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3073723143973390505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3073723143973390505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny-rabbit-year.html' title='CNY @ RABBIT YEAR~'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TU1k0LsMW8I/AAAAAAAAKKc/52neRIAvRqQ/s72-c/168136_1567772114333_1236330872_31251246_6291744_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-2750561244196441370</id><published>2011-01-20T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:11:44.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Hook TVC</title><content type='html'>2 weeks ago, I went to a TV commercial shoot with Nick. It was a commercial for kitchen hook and it was on tv just now! But sad I didn't manage to catch it. My family saw it tho and I told them to record it down the next time they see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at a flat somewhere in the west at about 3pm. Nick has styled his hair at Passion and was very happy about the end result. He also brought like 15 pieces of outfit for the crew to choose. Then someone actually passed me the chosen one to ask me to iron! I was like -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah liew, can see from my face that I actually not good at ironing clothes one right! My gosh. Nick was giggling at that. He knows me very well and knows that I don't really do housework.. oops. I am not the housework person lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bo bian I thought, since only 1 piece, never mind lah. Iron for him.... He is a nice boss and colleague to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TTe_WBMk5dI/AAAAAAAAKIQ/ZhKYFFmmLrU/s1600/CIMG1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TTe_WBMk5dI/AAAAAAAAKIQ/ZhKYFFmmLrU/s400/CIMG1304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564126249638749650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He happily took out his camera and took a photo for me while I was telling him that he should be honored. This is the first time I am ironing for someone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TTe_VkCgWnI/AAAAAAAAKII/7kBZcSIrcg8/s1600/CIMG1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TTe_VkCgWnI/AAAAAAAAKII/7kBZcSIrcg8/s400/CIMG1306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564126241811880562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always say that I am his maid, I am here to replace his previous maid. Then again, he always cook for me so forget it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I ironed it, the shirt actually didn't pass the director's QC. So Nick asked someone else to iron it again. I already said that I am not good at ironing right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after the iron incident. I just sit at one side and take photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TThNZ8F5lWI/AAAAAAAAKIY/Vw_esubbSfY/s1600/CIMG1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TThNZ8F5lWI/AAAAAAAAKIY/Vw_esubbSfY/s400/CIMG1310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564282447639188834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TThNaaJp6aI/AAAAAAAAKIg/hKMXqjv7WhU/s1600/CIMG1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TThNaaJp6aI/AAAAAAAAKIg/hKMXqjv7WhU/s400/CIMG1313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564282455708002722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking handsome and ready for the camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TThNat73IaI/AAAAAAAAKIw/ZzO7SSZCteA/s1600/CIMG1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TThNat73IaI/AAAAAAAAKIw/ZzO7SSZCteA/s400/CIMG1330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564282461018857890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TThNaq8jIsI/AAAAAAAAKIo/gH2rbjtMCKA/s1600/CIMG1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TThNaq8jIsI/AAAAAAAAKIo/gH2rbjtMCKA/s400/CIMG1317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564282460216435394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That day, the filming ended really really late and I didn't stayed till the end. Nick said I can leave earlier if  I want to so I did! LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TThO9IjiplI/AAAAAAAAKI4/NXgUlYBVLGk/s1600/CIMG1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TThO9IjiplI/AAAAAAAAKI4/NXgUlYBVLGk/s400/CIMG1340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564284151791789650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't eat that whole day was so hungry my gosh and that place is very ulu, their isn't any shops nearby... Fortunately, Nick asked for some cakes for me. However, I still left at about 8+pm. That place is quite far so I left earlier if not I will reach home late. Normally he will send me home but that shooting place is near his home so I think I don't trouble him lah. I go back myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, he just finished shooting, which is about 10pm already. To think a short 15 sec ad actually took so long to film. I can't imagine him doing a drama series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ad is out on TV~ Try to catch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-2750561244196441370?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/2750561244196441370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=2750561244196441370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/2750561244196441370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/2750561244196441370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/01/kitchen-hook-tvc.html' title='Kitchen Hook TVC'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TTe_WBMk5dI/AAAAAAAAKIQ/ZhKYFFmmLrU/s72-c/CIMG1304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-892964105263417869</id><published>2011-01-09T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T02:34:06.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TSiso9KFONI/AAAAAAAAKIA/bsHRr5IhiMQ/s1600/070120111221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559883559600470226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TSiso9KFONI/AAAAAAAAKIA/bsHRr5IhiMQ/s400/070120111221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, MD was a bit too free lah. He came to my place for fun and he was lucky cuz I went home earlier yesterday. It is quite unlike me to home so early. He said he is coming to see if my boss got slack or not but my boss wasn't at my home yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived, I was packing clothes, I bought a new dress and a new top for CNY so I told myself I must donate out some clothes if not my cupboard will explode. I told him that I have so many clothes that the whole pile always topple off. The cupboard door is also very hard to slide shut cuz it always got jammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mum and MD, how many clothes they think I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum super kua zhang lah. She says 500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD says 300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my sudden spur of boliaoness, I decided to count my clothes. Actually I think I have only about 200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I was right! LOL, the answer is 228. I have 228 pieces of dresses, skirts, tops and pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad for this little cupboard right? 228 pieces excludes underwear and pyjamas hor.. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also discovered alot of clothes with their tags still on them! Meaning I haven't worn at all before since I bought them. It's a very sad case so I decided to bring them out and start wearing them from today. Heh heh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-892964105263417869?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/892964105263417869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=892964105263417869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/892964105263417869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/892964105263417869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/01/clothes.html' title='Clothes'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TSiso9KFONI/AAAAAAAAKIA/bsHRr5IhiMQ/s72-c/070120111221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-8404508314125263752</id><published>2011-01-09T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T02:24:22.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real me is....?</title><content type='html'>My life is a roller coaster. There has been so much ups and downs, so much misery and happiness at the same time! Even my face is a roller coaster. It heals sometimes then it will go all the way down giving my so much frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am a really crazy woman. I did so many crazy things... crazy as in a Singaporean term. Actually many europeans or westerners did crazier things than me. I envy them! They have so much courage and enthusiasm. Being a Chinese and being borned in Singapore, we are not encouraged to take such risks or do something really crazy. My act of giving up a permanent job with a stable income to venture out a business like this with Nick was not really encouraged by a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my opera hobby wasn't encouraged by many people that are not in the opera circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is a bit.... complicated because I am just writing out what is in my mind and there are quite a few things all jumbled up in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have Amai telling me that I am different from my blog. LOL. Like in my blog, I talk like this but the real me doesn't talk like this... They find me more pleasant personally and I am nasty in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh.... I was wondering why is that so, so I interview May since she read my blog since Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that I am exactly the way I am as my blog. She said that she can even imagine my expression, my tone and my gestures when she read my words here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Maybe there are many sides of me? Or maybe I talk to different people differently. Hahahaha... I talk the way my friend does. As in if my friend is a gossiper, I will gossip with her. If she is nice and polite then I will do the same. If she is a KP queen like May then I will KP too. If she is very boliao and fei then I will do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, when I write in my blog in the past, I always imagine I am talking to people like May and YH, the very direct and kp type of friend. Our daily conversation can be like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May: Miko Huang&lt;br /&gt;MK: What?&lt;br /&gt;May: What are you doing? (In a very stern tone)&lt;br /&gt;MK: Sleeping lah, wah lau eah.. what you want&lt;br /&gt;May: No lah (high pitched) Just want to ask you if you going to ang house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;MK: Fei Hua right...&lt;br /&gt;May: How I know, you ki siao one mah.. anyway I assign you the job to buy clams.&lt;br /&gt;MK: What the hell. Why should I.. I don't even eat clams.&lt;br /&gt;May: Cuz ur house got sheng siong and you live near to ang.&lt;br /&gt;MK: Shit&lt;br /&gt;May: And you BETTER go sheng siong earlier to buy if not all sold out.&lt;br /&gt;MK: yah lah!! You all damn mah fan lor.&lt;br /&gt;May: Ok lah bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I went to ang house, people ask me where is May... my reply was,"Dead already.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise when someone ask YH or may where am I, she and May will sometimes also say I am dead already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very direct, very rude to some people. Those who dunno us will say that I am very mean to say that May is dead but it is actually quite normal for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also say things like.. "Look at my face... I dun give a damn.." to her. HAhaha.. or something like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MK: May teng want to eat dinner after class or not.&lt;br /&gt;May: Dun want.&lt;br /&gt;MK: Go and die lah.&lt;br /&gt;May: I dun want to die lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the conversation will go on about how she need to feed her 2 kids and how she need to earn money etc and that she cannot die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very mean.. but.. very funny mah! Then to some people I cannot talk like this.. You know, people like... erm... Tian.. or QY... I can't say .. "dun want to eat diner with me then go and die lor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be so damn pissed off and maybe they will hate me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah, after some analysis. I now know why Amai says that I am different from my blog liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-8404508314125263752?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/8404508314125263752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=8404508314125263752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8404508314125263752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8404508314125263752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2011/01/roller.html' title='Real me is....?'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-262245758438301517</id><published>2010-12-31T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:32:32.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child's Dream</title><content type='html'>Finally~! At long last! Our first baby is borned!! After much thinking and planning, Nick and I finally have our first baby! Keep your wallet, you don't have to give us an Ang Bao cuz it is not a real baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our first event as a contest! And Nick says it's our first baby~ LOL, we will subsequently have more 'babies'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556806042283274898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TR29p3wJ8pI/AAAAAAAAKH4/YXVmLEU7TRM/s400/contest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This contest is a singing contest for children below the age of 14. It is very simple actually. Simply record your child telling us his/her ambition, why they love their parents and sing for 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very easy~ Then you just need to like Tok Tok Chiang Facebook page and upload your video there. There will be a panel of reputable judges whom decisions will make up 30% of the overall score and public voting will take up the other 70%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 winners will be winning a 2-day speech and drama workshop, a contract with Tok Tok Chiang and chances to appear on TV drama/advertisements etc. Besides that, they will also recieve prizes from our sponsors which amount to $5000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed with Nick that he can get so many prizes. The prizes are very attractive and it is too bad that I don't have a child so I can't join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Do tell your friends about it and join the contest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-262245758438301517?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/262245758438301517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=262245758438301517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/262245758438301517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/262245758438301517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/12/childs-dream.html' title='A Child&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TR29p3wJ8pI/AAAAAAAAKH4/YXVmLEU7TRM/s72-c/contest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-323232188111250054</id><published>2010-12-31T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:31:45.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avalon Video</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of 2010~~~ A beginning of a new year, a beginning for new beginnings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got approval to put up this video on my blog and FB le. I have done it so long ago but it wasn't approved to put online. So today, I can finally put it up here! So glad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shot this video when Nick was having a photo shoot for Avalon advertisement. I did it just for fun then one day I was bored at home so I decided to create this video together with one of Nick's favourite song. After making it, I showed it to him as a surprise and he loves it so much! He told everyone that the video is very cute.. We later on enhanced the video more and put in more words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we showed Avalon the video and they agreed to let us post it o Youtube. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, I can upload this video and put it on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSIHbPVLivE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSIHbPVLivE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-323232188111250054?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/323232188111250054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=323232188111250054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/323232188111250054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/323232188111250054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/12/avalon-video.html' title='Avalon Video'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-5329456421054664615</id><published>2010-12-31T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:20:07.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Gifts~</title><content type='html'>Christmas is over, New Year is coming. How fast time flies! Have you had a fruitful 2010? I didn't work alot in 2010.. Only worked till end April and then I decided to resign. My best decision in 2010 is to have Tok Tok Chiang, the fruit of my love for Opera! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Establishing Tok Tok Chiang was a rash decision at first because I couldn't find any joy anymore in working at offices. I was rash and smsed Nick telling him that I want to join his venture for Tok Tok Chiang. Though it was a hasty decision, I didn't regret it. I am still young, I have no commitments, I have savings, if I don't do it now, I might never have another chance like this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is the season for giving but as I am now still income-less, I can't afford to buy presents this year. I only give presents on birthdays now. All other festive seasons.... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did recieve gifts! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Susan and Nick! :) How nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Nick gave my sis a Xiao Ding Dang mug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556522792663357730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRy8CksPmSI/AAAAAAAAKHg/Vjims1Vu1IM/s400/DSC04788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See my sister so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556522790533611698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRy8CcweQLI/AAAAAAAAKHY/aNC__r_PV58/s400/DSC04787.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Taking photos outside my home. I was about to go to SL christmas party when we decided to take photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556522812280628818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRy8DtxXZlI/AAAAAAAAKHw/JMor1YJzpME/s400/DSC04790.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Nick kept laughing at my christmas hat.... I think it's cute lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556522801433712834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRy8DFXQmMI/AAAAAAAAKHo/LVBqpENrGe0/s400/DSC04789.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;The present that Nick is holding is Susan give him one.. So nice of Susan lor, she gave Nick present too~ And She gave me a cute bag also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are happy and you know it clap your hands...&lt;/em&gt; *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Iwent to a funeral with Nick (yes, I even go to funeral with him... dun be too surprised). The deceased was Nick's ex boss whom groomed Zoe Tay and Li Nan Xing in the past. He used to be the top boss in Mediacorp, controlling all the artistes but later on he went to China to further the business. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Attending a funeral is a very 'heavy' thing. It just weighs down on you and you will start feeling down too. See how fragile life can be! What you want to do, do now! Don't wait. Time doesn't wait, your body doesn't wait. It will grow old each day and then one day you will no longer have the strength to do anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... &lt;em&gt;If you are happy and you know it clap your hands...&lt;/em&gt; *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-5329456421054664615?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/5329456421054664615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=5329456421054664615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/5329456421054664615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/5329456421054664615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-gifts.html' title='Christmas Gifts~'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRy8CksPmSI/AAAAAAAAKHg/Vjims1Vu1IM/s72-c/DSC04788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-790404687858738224</id><published>2010-12-29T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:13:04.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon</title><content type='html'>Today, my friend whose name starts with 'M' called me. It was a pleasant surprise because this heartless friend went to Taiwan without telling me. Whole world ask me what happened to her and I told them I don't know. She is not my good friend lor. Then first thing when she came back to Singapore was to call me and tell me that she is not a friend whose name starts with 'M'. I mean, her name really starts with 'M' what... Nothing wrong with saying that right. Ok lah, what about... my friend whose name's initial is MT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT called me to tell me her name doesn't starts with M... HAhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for a movie marathon with another fish, whose name starts with 'P'. Hahahaha.. That other fish name's is ponyo. We are 2 fishes who survives on Earth with pure movies and shopping only. Since we haven't seen any movies for a long long time, we decided to watch 2 at one go. Very challenging right. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went to subway to get a sandwich and some drinks from NTUC then we watched the first movie, Confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession is a thriller. I think it's a really really really nice movie! It's not scary or too gory but the plot really draws you in and keeps you thinking. You won't, for one moment, feel bored or start to drift away in your own thoughts. The movie captivates you and keep you anticipating for the next scene. It basically tells the story using different perspective from different people. Everything that you saw in the beginning ended up being not what it is. It's very complex and entertaining. I think you all should go see before it's taken off screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first movie, we went to NTUC again and this time we bought a small tub of ice-cream to share. HAhhaha.. Very sinful but ok lah. I very long never eat ice-cream. As the next show we are watching is Rapunzel, I find it very appropriate to eat ice-cream an watch at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRoofwHczBI/AAAAAAAAKGw/CMQtTXDTPRQ/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555797616272133138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRoofwHczBI/AAAAAAAAKGw/CMQtTXDTPRQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Rapunzel! It is so extremely funny! I dunno how the hell the script writers can come up with such witty lines and scenes. I love that little chameleon. Its expression is classic. The whole show is so sweet and romantic and I even find some parts to be tear-jerking. LOL, I am getting too emotional but it's really quite touching at some parts. The princess is really cute, using the frying pan as a weapon where ever she goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-790404687858738224?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/790404687858738224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=790404687858738224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/790404687858738224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/790404687858738224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/12/movie-marathon.html' title='Movie Marathon'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRoofwHczBI/AAAAAAAAKGw/CMQtTXDTPRQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-3875644926407702041</id><published>2010-12-26T13:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:35:39.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'mas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~MY CHRISTMAS DAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How I spent my christmas day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I went to Sengkang sports Complex with Amai and Miss Feng Min. They are now very enthusiastic about swimming and I heard from AMai that FM was very excited to go swimming that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some water slides in the swimming complex and I find them quite scary. Weird enough, Amai who loves roller coasters were afraid of the water slides. FM who were afraid of the roller coasters, love the water slides. How come like that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So FM asked me to have a go on the slides.. which I was rather unwilling to. Anyway since I am there just give it a try lor. I find the going down part pretty scary cuz you move very fast with the water gushing down. The going into the pool part is still ok though but I hate the water pushing themselves into my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming, I went home and then our family went for dinner and walk walk at Central which is at Clark Quay. We wanted to go see the flea market there but who knows it wasn't open. I am not sure if it is because of the rain or is it because of the festive season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we hang around inside Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbbL7hDomI/AAAAAAAAKFQ/8VyuKoXUVDw/s1600/DSC04792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbbL7hDomI/AAAAAAAAKFQ/8VyuKoXUVDw/s400/DSC04792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554868188409471586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbbLrHXJWI/AAAAAAAAKFI/V2wdOBfk77o/s1600/DSC04791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbbLrHXJWI/AAAAAAAAKFI/V2wdOBfk77o/s400/DSC04791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554868184006731106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbbMMIQlRI/AAAAAAAAKFY/RHikp7Aqu8s/s1600/DSC04793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbbMMIQlRI/AAAAAAAAKFY/RHikp7Aqu8s/s400/DSC04793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554868192868865298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister likes to take photos and the pictures below are taken by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbbMouNNPI/AAAAAAAAKFo/cz6C1lZUkac/s1600/DSC04796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbbMouNNPI/AAAAAAAAKFo/cz6C1lZUkac/s400/DSC04796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554868200544220402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbbMQ1apUI/AAAAAAAAKFg/fpkkcJsfO84/s1600/DSC04795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbbMQ1apUI/AAAAAAAAKFg/fpkkcJsfO84/s400/DSC04795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554868194132010306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbgjpn-D_I/AAAAAAAAKGQ/nE1dlHud-Js/s1600/DSC04802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbgjpn-D_I/AAAAAAAAKGQ/nE1dlHud-Js/s400/DSC04802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554874093481627634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbgjc_FZ8I/AAAAAAAAKGI/t9P5tYaYvIM/s1600/DSC04801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbgjc_FZ8I/AAAAAAAAKGI/t9P5tYaYvIM/s400/DSC04801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554874090088916930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbgjIQ0KII/AAAAAAAAKGA/yqpmkuDSHa4/s1600/DSC04800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbgjIQ0KII/AAAAAAAAKGA/yqpmkuDSHa4/s400/DSC04800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554874084526139522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbgij3Cy_I/AAAAAAAAKFw/BMS17KHQ8TQ/s1600/DSC04798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbgij3Cy_I/AAAAAAAAKFw/BMS17KHQ8TQ/s400/DSC04798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554874074754370546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MY sister standing so straight. Like going to assembly like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbgiyx7amI/AAAAAAAAKF4/FaV4IqjihYQ/s1600/DSC04799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbgiyx7amI/AAAAAAAAKF4/FaV4IqjihYQ/s400/DSC04799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554874078759447138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, finally, a post that is not about Weijun. HAhaha.. I know that's what you are thinking! No choice you know. I work a lot with him nowadays so I have nothing else to write about except our work. Christmas day happens to be my off day so I didn't see him~ And that is why got this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbhmXKPSfI/AAAAAAAAKGo/0Elwy1s6wGk/s1600/DSC04807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbhmXKPSfI/AAAAAAAAKGo/0Elwy1s6wGk/s400/DSC04807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554875239576324594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbhl93vdoI/AAAAAAAAKGg/FDobKD84-rk/s1600/DSC04803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbhl93vdoI/AAAAAAAAKGg/FDobKD84-rk/s400/DSC04803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554875232787854978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbhlUx9wbI/AAAAAAAAKGY/oJueWgRuv0U/s1600/DSC04804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbhlUx9wbI/AAAAAAAAKGY/oJueWgRuv0U/s400/DSC04804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554875221757772210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that my sister has improved her photo taking skills. She used to take photos without the head or without an arm etc. Now she is better, at least can see the whole body. It's an encouragement. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-3875644926407702041?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/3875644926407702041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=3875644926407702041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3875644926407702041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3875644926407702041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/12/xmas-day.html' title='X&apos;mas Day'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRbbL7hDomI/AAAAAAAAKFQ/8VyuKoXUVDw/s72-c/DSC04792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-771032185093093179</id><published>2010-12-26T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T01:47:31.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>打灯</title><content type='html'>Weijun was telling me that during a drama or movie shoot, it is very important to 打灯. The correct lighting will hide shadows, eye bags etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting because sometimes the lighting on stage will affect how our make up looks also. It is very hard for me to gauge sometimes because I have never se myself live on stage before. LOL.. I can only listen to comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRYthsdnWwI/AAAAAAAAKE0/TqIUWK8QNsk/s1600/DSC04785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRYthsdnWwI/AAAAAAAAKE0/TqIUWK8QNsk/s400/DSC04785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554677247302392578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was doing computer work when he suddenly told me about the lighting effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRYthMS49WI/AAAAAAAAKEs/gxYJ8lDKSM8/s1600/DSC04786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRYthMS49WI/AAAAAAAAKEs/gxYJ8lDKSM8/s400/DSC04786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554677238667474274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You may think that in the above photo he is very hard working, using his phone and the computer at the same time, very IT savvy. Actually he was trying to use them to 打灯 on his face! Hahaha.. We experimented the lighting effects using his laptop and phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? I can hear you saying that we are very boliao.. but we are not lor! We need to yan jiu the lighting effects mah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-771032185093093179?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/771032185093093179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=771032185093093179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/771032185093093179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/771032185093093179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='打灯'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRYthsdnWwI/AAAAAAAAKE0/TqIUWK8QNsk/s72-c/DSC04785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-3826331332323632446</id><published>2010-12-26T00:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T01:10:33.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clementi Hosting</title><content type='html'>Last week went Clementi for hosting. I didn't know which part of Clementi it was until I reached the place and saw that it's directly under Tian's block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I was very happy and told Weijun that it's my friend's block, I am going to call her down. So I called Tian and she happened to be at home. So I asked her to come down and chit chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a very very long time since I last saw Tian already. I think she really lost a lot of weight. Though she denied and said that she has gained weight. I think she has really lost a lot of weight lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up and had dinner together while Weijun was being briefed on what to do for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRYiHrzovPI/AAAAAAAAKEE/4UMTdMJVc84/s1600/DSC04697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRYiHrzovPI/AAAAAAAAKEE/4UMTdMJVc84/s400/DSC04697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554664705821818098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See his face, very solemn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tian and me happily eat Bah Chor Mee, she treated me~ Aiyoh, so paiseh.. She said that I seldom come to Clementi so she treat me lor.. Then I treated her drinks. We talked about our latest updates. She updated me on Naiba's troupe while I updated her about COI stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I found out that Tian's sister also took part in the event in which Weijun is hosting. So I introduced them to Weijun. It's a RC event for Christmas. The ticket which participants bought even entitled them to a box of KFC. Not bad right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRYj3UVRnAI/AAAAAAAAKEc/FaljWSuApgo/s1600/DSC04754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRYj3UVRnAI/AAAAAAAAKEc/FaljWSuApgo/s400/DSC04754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554666623665806338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRYj3YP525I/AAAAAAAAKEU/7OPzOvJQaoo/s1600/DSC04752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRYj3YP525I/AAAAAAAAKEU/7OPzOvJQaoo/s400/DSC04752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554666624717020050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRYkN_p8zdI/AAAAAAAAKEk/a5B8xKRoCmk/s1600/DSC04755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRYkN_p8zdI/AAAAAAAAKEk/a5B8xKRoCmk/s400/DSC04755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554667013252369874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had fun with the children because he is also a big child. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Tian accompanied me till the end of the event. Think it finished at about 10pm and the RC invited us to a little buffet. Weijun was hungry like mad so he ate there.  I didn't know that Tian was waiting for me outside until I was about to leave and she smsed me. Actualy if I had known that the event is at Tian's place, I will bring my mum along. She hasn't seen tian for some time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, no photos of Tian here~ She didn't want to take photos... And no photos of me. I refuse to take photos also.. LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-3826331332323632446?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/3826331332323632446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=3826331332323632446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3826331332323632446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3826331332323632446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/12/clementi-hosting.html' title='Clementi Hosting'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TRYiHrzovPI/AAAAAAAAKEE/4UMTdMJVc84/s72-c/DSC04697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-6946108657780264326</id><published>2010-12-24T02:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T02:29:48.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ku Gua Prince</title><content type='html'>Today, my multi-talented boss said that he can fry the bitter gourd at my house if my mum allows it. My mum is ok one mah.. tho I know some people starting with the letter 'M' don't like people to touch her kitchen. Not Miko lah, I don't cook..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the ku gua prince bought a bitter gourd and some spinach from the market to my place today. Spinach he didn't fry though, my mum fried for him. Nice leh the spinach and he told me it's good for skin so I must eat more~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. today 阿竣上菜 is going to introduce, bitter gourd fried with eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am not allowed to post his photos without approval, I can only post back view. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TROTMkpBXMI/AAAAAAAAKCU/-4eQYiCUnY8/s1600/DSC04780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553944609681398978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TROTMkpBXMI/AAAAAAAAKCU/-4eQYiCUnY8/s400/DSC04780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TROTMGDDdSI/AAAAAAAAKCM/N3oRmkyACX8/s1600/DSC04778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553944601469089058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TROTMGDDdSI/AAAAAAAAKCM/N3oRmkyACX8/s400/DSC04778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 很认真地炒苦瓜.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must comment that his dish is actually nice. I liked it quite a lot. Abit on the salty side but still not too bad! My brother and my sis are blinded by him liao.. My brother normally don't eat bitter gourd but today, he actually ate it and said that it's not bitter at all. He even said that my mum's bitter gourd is much more bitter than Nick's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very BAI MU right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick says he is a good cook and he can cook many dishes. LOL, abit unlike him and unbelievable. He told me he can cook duck meat, fry kuay teow etc... Like very chim dishes right.. I dunno lah cuz I only cook maggie mee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He commented that my kitchen is very clean and asked my mum if she can help out with HIS kitchen. Haha.. I have see his kitchen before.It's not too bad also lah.. considering that there are only 2 men living in his house, it's already quite clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-6946108657780264326?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/6946108657780264326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=6946108657780264326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6946108657780264326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6946108657780264326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/12/ku-gua-prince.html' title='Ku Gua Prince'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TROTMkpBXMI/AAAAAAAAKCU/-4eQYiCUnY8/s72-c/DSC04780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-3880483644932094958</id><published>2010-12-22T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T03:38:45.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heels</title><content type='html'>Today, I wore heels. WHOLE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole FREAKIN day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAhahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is about heels, KPing about heels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore heels then I went to AMK to buy something.. then I went Orchard to wait for Nick. While waiting for him and walking around for another 30 min, I realised that my anklet is rubbing against my ankle with the back of my shoes. I was starting to blister. This spells trouble so I quickly go get some plasters and stick one on my ankle before it worsens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Nick came, we went to Purvis Street and he parked there. He wanted to go to the National Library to do some stuff and asked me if I want to bring my laptop. I told him... no... because I am wearing heels and I dun want to put more weight on them. Anyway, everything can be done with his laptop wat, no need mine right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he offered to carry the laptop for me to the library. Well, at least when he carry things, he walks slower. Else I can never catch up with him with these stupid heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that many women cant live without heels. They wear them everywhere they go, even to the beach. And some women also claimed that they feel comfortable in heels, their feet don't hurt at all. Actually this is all so not true lor. I think they pain until they numb already so cannot feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on the train, see how many girls have plasters, scars or blisters at the back of their ankles. There are alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't like to go shopping with girls on heels because they can't walk. I mean they can't walk for long. They claim that they are ok with heels to go shopping and they won't feel pain at their feet but this is also SO not true. I can walk with my flats from morning till night with only a few breaks in between. The friends with heels often feels tired only after 2 or at most 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story, we went library, I finally got the chance to sit down and rest my poor feet. After awhile, we went to Bras Basah to print Nick's photos and then we went popular to get some files. As I trod on, my feet felt more and more tired and sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have brought slippers along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, when we walked back to the car I was so relieved. I told Nick I feel so xin fu just to be sitting in his car at that moment. Hahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Chinatown and he parked his car at Hong Lim complex. At that point of time I remembered something he said to me the previous time when we went to Hong Lim Complex. He said,"我park在3A可以吗？你满意吗？"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it very funny lor. So just now I told him to park at 3A again because I am very man yi with that location. LOL.. He is very lame sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. Wah lao eh... we walked again to Chinatown point, my feet has reached it's limit already, going to break apart. We went to this kopitiam and I quickly sat down... Take every chance to rest my feet. Nick asked me for permission to change seats cuz he can see from my face that I am so drained from walking whole day. Aiyah, change seats only, of cuz can lah... not like asking me to go very far to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, our last destination of the day is to go to a movie premier at Vivo. Alot of mediacorp artistes were there and this is actually the reason why I had to drag my heels everywhere today. In the cinema I whispered to Nick,"Faster off the lights leh, then I can take off my shoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah beside kping my heels there is something I want to say also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in the car, we talked alot about the artistes in Mediacorp. We mentioned quite a few people. Then at night, the people whom we mentioned all sit at the same row with us~ LOL... First, Huang Bi Ren sat at the far end, then Lai yi ling sat beside me (later she moved away), then got Huang Jiong Yao sitting beside Nick and lastly Zoe Tay sitting one seat away from me. Nick gave me the *gasp* look.... Hahaha.. I whispered,"You are spooky leh, all the people you mentioned all sit with us..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he just spooked himself out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now so comfortably at home, both feet planted firmly on the ground.. They are so happy and relieved to be out of that crampy shoes. Nick suggested that I put a pair of flats in his car. I think I will do that. I am going to wear flats tomorrow... even tho tomorrow got to meet client...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays more and more people are wearing flats anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-3880483644932094958?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/3880483644932094958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=3880483644932094958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3880483644932094958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3880483644932094958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/12/heels.html' title='Heels'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-4554945305250366451</id><published>2010-12-19T01:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:56:33.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went with Nick for an event at Mandarin Oriental Hotel for Hyundai's DND. It was a very cute DND because the theme was Back To School. All the staff wore uniforms and because Nick and I don't have, we went to buy one. I told Nick that I can sell the uniform to the students after yesterday but he told me to keep it. One day we might just need it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick discussing the program of the night with the company's event committee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552077307522324514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQzw5SBgGCI/AAAAAAAAKA4/aTDTxHKVpS0/s400/DSC04604.JPG" border="0" /&gt; When it was about time, we changed into the uniforms we bought... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552077327108434434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQzw6a_MagI/AAAAAAAAKBY/sZhkTA5J0JI/s400/DSC04612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;怎么样？有没有青春洋溢的感觉？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552077324061869602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQzw6Po1hiI/AAAAAAAAKBQ/4cOrKhLXuEc/s400/DSC04611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My mum says that I still look like a 16 years old school girl with the uniform on... LOL.. Thanks leh, that is very kind of her. I think Weijun also looks like a college student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552077316061807506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQzw5x1eQ5I/AAAAAAAAKBI/p8UWCzwV-34/s400/DSC04608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Story :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me *holding the camera up*&lt;br /&gt;Nick: What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am taking video of you.&lt;br /&gt;Nick *flashed his million dollar smile*&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Don't disturb me.... I am doing my homework... on my iphone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552077314761860146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQzw5s_ipDI/AAAAAAAAKBA/lyr5RMxr6TA/s400/DSC04607.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Confiscate your iphone ah! Assembly period still play with Iphone!!! Cooking or baking cookies like YH issit??? So uncool lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQz0LWUOJ0I/AAAAAAAAKCA/SZ5PXu9UP3c/s1600/DSC04630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552080916447110978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQz0LWUOJ0I/AAAAAAAAKCA/SZ5PXu9UP3c/s400/DSC04630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick's very super big glasses~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQz0LBY2fLI/AAAAAAAAKB4/K7GQQUV0S_s/s1600/DSC04629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552080910829386930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQz0LBY2fLI/AAAAAAAAKB4/K7GQQUV0S_s/s400/DSC04629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Hyundai staff were very cute! They really dressed up in all these colourful uniforms and even did a little cute kiddish dance. I enjoyed their performance alot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQz0Kwocu7I/AAAAAAAAKBw/rDVdvtjdHHE/s1600/DSC04628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552080906331405234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQz0Kwocu7I/AAAAAAAAKBw/rDVdvtjdHHE/s400/DSC04628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the below photos, I didn't adjust my camera's settings right. Too long never take photo with camera le. Almost forgot how to use one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQz0KnoYTMI/AAAAAAAAKBo/x97Yo7_2Z9c/s1600/DSC04621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552080903915195586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQz0KnoYTMI/AAAAAAAAKBo/x97Yo7_2Z9c/s400/DSC04621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQz0KfvNsGI/AAAAAAAAKBg/uKRbMJth3H4/s1600/DSC04620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552080901796376674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQz0KfvNsGI/AAAAAAAAKBg/uKRbMJth3H4/s400/DSC04620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do I look like a little school boy?? Somehow the glasses look good on him but not on me.. Weird, I got a bigger head than him mah so the big glasses should suit me more but I think he looks better with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am just a bystander that night, I really enjoy myself very much. The Hyundai staff were very sporting and funny. They did lots of funny dances and actions. I almost felt like it is my own DND. I took some funny videos too but I cant post them yet. I will post when they are ready~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-4554945305250366451?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/4554945305250366451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=4554945305250366451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/4554945305250366451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/4554945305250366451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQzw5SBgGCI/AAAAAAAAKA4/aTDTxHKVpS0/s72-c/DSC04604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-6250801718890941095</id><published>2010-12-18T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T11:56:44.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspaper cuttings</title><content type='html'>It has been a long long time since I last cut any newspapers or magazine articles. Although I really love Wang Li Hong and Jay Chou very much, I never collect their magazine articles. I just love their songs that's all (ok, I admit, I do like LeeHom's handsome face). Weijun asked me if I have anyone that I idolise so much thatI will do crazy things. I told him no. Then he asked what about opera. Is there anyone I love very much that I will go backstage and take photos with them. I told him nope too. I don't really go to any backstage to take photos of anyone. I just watch and go. I only enjoy the art they show us on stage. I don't need to know them personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only actor I was really really crazy is Ekin! LOL. He is the only one that I will cut magazines and newspapers for. I even keep like about 10 files of newspaper articles of him. It all started when I was 14 years old and I just keep the hobby of liking him till now. Talking about this. My dearest EKIN is going to have another concert in HK next year in March. There is an offer for all fans to buy tickets at the first few rows but I can't go lah. I got performance at that period and plus I can't keep going HK! Siong you know.... So never mind lor. Give it a miss.. MY heart is bleeding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weijun always tease me and say Ekin is my future husband but I don't think of such ridiculous stuff. I always stop him from saying such nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Weijun started passing me magazines and newspapers with HIS ad or articles inside. LOL. I told him,"I don't anyhow collect newspapers and magazines for people one you know. I only collect for Ekin and I stopped collecting already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, now you do lor. I will always buy an extra copy of newspaper for you with me inside from now on..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should feel honoured that I am doing this for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yah I feel honoured to be of same status as Ekin..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQwuHPIXSlI/AAAAAAAAKAw/OPrKFO64mzw/s1600/DSC04687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551863142496553554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQwuHPIXSlI/AAAAAAAAKAw/OPrKFO64mzw/s400/DSC04687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I am starting to collect all these again.. It's very tedious one leh. Last time when I collected Ekin's stuff, I piled up a high mountain of magazines and spent lots of time arranging his articles in my files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The files are still around. If you are interested to see my Ekin collection, do let me know. I can show you my handsome Ekin's collections.. you will be surprised at how much I collected over the years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my home got so many things already. Got opera things, got Ekin, got books, got comics, now still got Weijun. I think I will ki siao leh. I must do housekeeping soon.... My mum keep telling me to throw my comics away but noooooo.. I love my comics too..... And my books... They are like my babies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-6250801718890941095?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/6250801718890941095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=6250801718890941095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6250801718890941095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6250801718890941095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/12/newspaper-cuttings.html' title='Newspaper cuttings'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQwuHPIXSlI/AAAAAAAAKAw/OPrKFO64mzw/s72-c/DSC04687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-27298949472786150</id><published>2010-12-17T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T02:14:03.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Days</title><content type='html'>If you often see my blog, you will realised that I have blogged less these 2 weeks. Actually it's not that I have done nothing and that I have got nothing to blog. In fact, I have done many things and there are many things for me to write about. It's just that most of the things I am busying of is about my work with Weijun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom blog about a particular person constantly in a blog because it will seems very boring to always read about the same person so I stopped writing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Amai will be like,"What? Your boss again? Boss trip again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I have got many many boss trips that I can write about but I think it will be very boring lah... Then again it's actually quite interesting to get the inside view of how an artiste works. Many people might not be interested tho so I didn't write too much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May they all will prefer to read something that is related to COI or the COI ppl. I would love to blog about them but we haven't done anything interesting lately. We only go for rehearsals and then dinner that's all. I didn't even go for the dinners.. I wanna save money... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I had a lot of Amai's so called Boss Trips. For example, one that I went to was at Zouk. He was there hosting a D&amp;amp;D for a company called AT&amp;amp;T. AT&amp;amp;T is a very big American communications company. It's like the American's equivelant to Singtel. So interesting right, the D&amp;amp;D was at Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Weijun that it is my first time going to Zouk and his jaws dropped in astonishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How is it possible that you never went Zouk before?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am not a Zouk person you know?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I used to chiong Zouk when I was a teenager.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But now you chiong GCB lor.. HAhahaha..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we both laughed hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weijun is chiong GCB one. If you got there often, you will see him there praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So using Weijun's GPS, we reached Zouk safely.... It was really a crazy night. Weijun hosted with very high energy and the people there were so crazy. They absolutely love his hosting as he was very funny too. At this time, Amai smsed me... LOL, asked me what I am doing. I told her I am at Zouk, watching my boss host an event. She wonders why I am always helping my boss to do all these misc stuff. I am becoming like his personal assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't mind doing all these nitty gritty stuff (he is not good at doing these) because he also taught me alot. He brings me to many places, know many people, taught me social skills, gave tips on how to act, gave tips on how to host... and so much more. All these things that he taught me are priceless. It might not worth a cent to people who are not interested in the entertainment circle but it is really priceless to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not everyday that someone offers to teach me how to host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therefore, doing a little favours like managing his computer stuff and going to his events are really fine with me. It's like barter trading.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I went to ION Topman with Nick to choose clothes for his photo shoot. We took like 20+ pieces of clothes (not buy, just borrow). Then we went to a photo shoot studio to take pictures for his new ad. I took some videos of the process but I can't post it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I went to an event with him at somewhere near Expo. It was a SMRT party and Nick was hosting with Michelle Chong. He told me to watch how it is like to co-host. I also learnt a lot from Michelle Chong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Nick came to my place to do some computer stuff and then we went to meet Xiao Qi Lin's troupe to discuss some event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, which is today, I went to Passion hair salon (owned by David Gan) with him to style his hair, then we went to MAC to do his make up and lastly we went for a photo shoot for his new ad. It was also an eye opener to see Passion Hair Salon. That place is really very classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, there will be a hosting for Hyundai but I have no idea what event that is. Probably it's D&amp;amp;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see.. I actually do a lot of things and if I wanna take photos and blog, I can blog alot but I think it's a little boring lah for people who are not interested in events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say that my boss cum friend is a nice person. He has taught me many things, I am grateful. He seems to be very serious and stern at first but actually, he is also quite gila.. Like me.. LOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took a photo with him at the studio.. just for fun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQpWBSOqdpI/AAAAAAAAKAo/ErfrCYRib9E/s1600/HAPY1515-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551344070760756882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQpWBSOqdpI/AAAAAAAAKAo/ErfrCYRib9E/s400/HAPY1515-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute right~ I mean the bear.. LOL.. Sorry ah I look like ghost. I never put on make up so I photoshopped everything on my face away.. Hahaha.. I didn't photoshop my boss, he is real.. I am fake.. :P Never mind la.. fake is better than showing my real face. No make up, my face cannot see one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-27298949472786150?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/27298949472786150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=27298949472786150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/27298949472786150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/27298949472786150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/12/busy-days.html' title='Busy Days'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQpWBSOqdpI/AAAAAAAAKAo/ErfrCYRib9E/s72-c/HAPY1515-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-7731663482043387268</id><published>2010-12-09T15:47:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T13:37:31.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USS</title><content type='html'>Think about 2 months ago, FM and Amai asked me if I want to join them at Universal Studio on 3rd Dec. They are very funny, planned so far ahead. :) FM took leave specially that day to go USS but it was still crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met them at the Harbourfront MRT for breakfast. Thinking about breakfast make me very hungry leh.. aiyoh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Harbourfront shopping centre, FM and Amai couldn't resist taking photos with the xmas decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FM shows the door number '23' of the cake house here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548600605633081874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCW2mNG8hI/AAAAAAAAJ4Y/cun5CWKB8iA/s400/DSC04383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548601966982673234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCYF1oJM1I/AAAAAAAAJ4g/wd2Z3xJF3Zc/s400/DSC04388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I hereby announce that Feng min is the posing queen. She is so full of nonsense postures! Never ending!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai Jie had a good suggestion, ask us to perform 18 miles send off here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548642204393248018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQC8r9qZlRI/AAAAAAAAJ84/QY3h-120RoU/s400/154248_1500525638057_1381650879_31190225_7246226_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548642207472713442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQC8sJImfuI/AAAAAAAAJ9A/KpuJGHEtsZU/s400/155700_1500525158045_1381650879_31190223_237509_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shanbo very cool, still must wear cap... 十八里相送到Vivo. Then we took bus into Sentosa..... It was the first time Fengmin visit the Casino in Sentosa but she didn't go in (tho she can go in free). She just took pictures outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here is an array of Fengmin's photos posing outside the USS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCYG7ZbBMI/AAAAAAAAJ44/qgNgYDZ5-oE/s1600/DSC04393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548601985711408322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCYG7ZbBMI/AAAAAAAAJ44/qgNgYDZ5-oE/s400/DSC04393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548601981210170626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCYGqoPlQI/AAAAAAAAJ4w/htFlMzWIdqM/s400/DSC04392.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549477530371950338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQO0aVbVBwI/AAAAAAAAJ9I/t5kvmpWp0Ws/s400/150877_1500529718159_1381650879_31190230_7246446_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;武生+武旦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCYGcaxaBI/AAAAAAAAJ4o/IWtpCTQVZK4/s1600/DSC04391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548601977395570706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCYGcaxaBI/AAAAAAAAJ4o/IWtpCTQVZK4/s400/DSC04391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I realise that I have more photos of FM than Amai, probably cuz FM likes to take photos more ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548601987344202018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCYHBeteSI/AAAAAAAAJ5A/AmtuX3m4XNU/s400/DSC04394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have got one of her posing with her camera~~~ LOL, the camera that didn't take good photos. Yay, our Sony cameras take better pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCW2J-PumI/AAAAAAAAJ4Q/rKLZQhoyzU0/s1600/031220101126.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548603912100624450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCZ3DwZuEI/AAAAAAAAJ5I/2eMGnKIDqjc/s400/DSC04400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big ass ship crashed in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548603915606594210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCZ3Q0SkqI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/qKTFCV68biI/s400/DSC04401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This notice is very funny. Look at the icon for pregnant woman.. I mean... It's very lame lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548603924724520834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCZ3yyLF4I/AAAAAAAAJ5Y/3Wu5B-CFT6k/s400/DSC04402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly we saw this Kungfu panda running and hopping around! It is so bulky but it managed to hop and jump around very lightly, FM was amazed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549477560584487154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQO0cF-jwPI/AAAAAAAAJ9o/Iqv-adk5qNs/s400/154646_1500556278823_1381650879_31190279_2434598_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The uncle of the below store was very nice, we requested to take photo with his stall and he told us that we might as well carry the dolls and take photos with them... Very friendly, very nice uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549477549479854834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQO0bcnAgvI/AAAAAAAAJ9g/UqL3XQFPTF0/s400/154158_1500556078818_1381650879_31190278_8293495_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The first ride we took was this dragon coaster thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548603934757886066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCZ4YKUGHI/AAAAAAAAJ5g/wr9_G8syJx0/s400/DSC04403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548603938783051730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCZ4nJ_P9I/AAAAAAAAJ5o/EbZCUzaSzhM/s400/DSC04404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It didn't look too scary actually so I agreed to take this coaster thing with Amai they all. Who knows when the roaster started climbing up, I got very stressed out and I keep saying,"why? why ask me to ride this? Oh no..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FM was sitting beside me and she was holding my wrist like telling me not to be too stressed out. Suddenly the coaster plunged and FM also shouted and tightened her grip on my wrist. We both screamed like mad... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got off, FM told Amai that she wanted to tell me not to be afraid but suddenly the coaster sped up and she screamed while grabbing me instead. Hahaha.. Amai said that she tot FM wil save me (the maiden in distress) skali she herself screamed her head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took photo with FM's favourite Shrek~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549477540970613234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQO0a86PyfI/AAAAAAAAJ9Y/AlICLZzjd58/s400/150221_1500556718834_1381650879_31190280_1671211_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aedes mosquito kana trap in this crystal~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605096796510338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCa8BF6WII/AAAAAAAAJ5w/umx2-R678pw/s400/DSC04409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took another ride that guaranteed us that we will be splashed soaking wet. So the staff advised us to get some disposabe poncho at $2 each. Well, me and FM didn't want to waste money to buy so we went to the exit of the ride and wait for the people to come out... We then took the ponchos from them!!! LOL.. Tho the ponchos were worn once, they are still good, so I recycled them~ Clean and green singapore mah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my poncho which FM and me picked up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605115554513714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCa9G-KwzI/AAAAAAAAJ6A/jjGg_qCjYjo/s400/DSC04411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549477536650696290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQO0as0TFmI/AAAAAAAAJ9Q/67qyQKwJufM/s400/149312_1500557238847_1381650879_31190282_5076221_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548600580854827426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCW1J5gyaI/AAAAAAAAJ34/jVYFpkwRdnE/s400/031220101121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Amai brought her own one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCa8sWAgfI/AAAAAAAAJ54/22tFGqKh5mw/s1600/DSC04410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605108406747634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCa8sWAgfI/AAAAAAAAJ54/22tFGqKh5mw/s400/DSC04410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FM so poor thing! She found one that was broken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605126792458946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCa9w1gMsI/AAAAAAAAJ6I/Jz3acHEmFto/s400/DSC04412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See she still show off the hole in her poncho. Anyway.. we took the ride. It was quite and exciting ride tho I didn't really enjoy much because the spinning made me dizzy. I have got motion sickness.. We were also very lucky because when the big splash came, we kana the least and I didn't get wet at all... Hahaha.. so happy... FM got her hair and jeans a little wet though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came out of the ride, FM was styling her hair and said,"还好，我帅度不减！"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Amai turned our heads at her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the food court and something happened that caused FM to 帅度大减.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCa-J11jnI/AAAAAAAAJ6Q/f9Bmp6XC0tA/s1600/DSC04414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605133504745074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCa-J11jnI/AAAAAAAAJ6Q/f9Bmp6XC0tA/s400/DSC04414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The receipt of the food we bought in the foodcourt! The food was like super expensive. That box of fried u see here cost like around $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to see the special effects show which was so crowded with people you can see here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605874131825650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCbpQ5F8_I/AAAAAAAAJ6Y/YBY3W8X3g9k/s400/DSC04415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This guy here was sitting behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCbqEfnGsI/AAAAAAAAJ6o/37nKxwjnnCA/s1600/DSC04417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605887983590082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCbqEfnGsI/AAAAAAAAJ6o/37nKxwjnnCA/s400/DSC04417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was preparing ot spray water at the audiences. Fortunately, he didn't spray any at me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCbprG-aUI/AAAAAAAAJ6g/yAX6fydNg0w/s1600/DSC04416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605881169373506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCbprG-aUI/AAAAAAAAJ6g/yAX6fydNg0w/s400/DSC04416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the show, the performers constantly splashed water at the audience. I quite like the show tho. The stunt men were fantastic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the egyptian theme area!! I love all the statues, the drawings, the building etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605892392147794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCbqU6sW1I/AAAAAAAAJ6w/wodRAQPpLCI/s400/DSC04421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548606911356106642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCclo2od5I/AAAAAAAAJ7A/lo3TxhklncY/s400/DSC04425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548606916045570274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCcl6UsAOI/AAAAAAAAJ7I/IjLMCh9YlEc/s400/DSC04426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549659457967756306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQRZ36iOFBI/AAAAAAAAJ9w/jqy498nLRWE/s400/163080_1500561598956_1381650879_31190289_147249_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;王魁负桂英在埃及殿前上演！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548605907204748466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCbrMGStLI/AAAAAAAAJ64/9SF7x3h5Sl8/s400/DSC04423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then we went to queue up for another ride but I dunno why FM keep peering out thru the crowd to look at the ride that we are taking... See my expression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549659462914495202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQRZ4M9nUuI/AAAAAAAAJ94/po-4qajo8-w/s400/156199_1500562078968_1381650879_31190291_7282109_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;茫然的脸跟茫然的屁股.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548606924367474226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCcmZUyLjI/AAAAAAAAJ7Q/sNfYVzAn18A/s400/DSC04428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Suddenly dark clouds gathered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548606932171377602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCcm2ZYS8I/AAAAAAAAJ7g/KYPdxpurnqQ/s400/DSC04430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And when it was our turn to go for the ride, it was being suspended due to the rain!!!! MERDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548620956464071842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCpXK9URKI/AAAAAAAAJ7o/38j9Z6PPVfk/s400/DSC04431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548620964835943794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCpXqJU5XI/AAAAAAAAJ7w/F8jyRQAKXh0/s400/DSC04435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See the rain... in the end we still manage to go for the ride when the rain became lighter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548600586841222690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCW1gMx7iI/AAAAAAAAJ4I/b_g0O7Palws/s400/031220101124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548600585592730002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCW1bjHcZI/AAAAAAAAJ4A/wKLISXeiGwE/s400/031220101123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One day, Scholar Min was reading outside her university...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548620982881301442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCpYtXrM8I/AAAAAAAAJ8A/4u234g0cMmc/s400/DSC04438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She came across problems that she didn't understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548620993740270514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCpZV0p67I/AAAAAAAAJ8I/X8yLFnsThBs/s400/DSC04439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Suddenly... a lightbulb lighted up inside her and she got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548620970853508450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCpYAkBpWI/AAAAAAAAJ74/3r620WfVlis/s400/DSC04437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;'The red shirt girl is taking photo of me!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548627006365786290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCu3UmSYLI/AAAAAAAAJ8Q/dWM3AAVCbog/s400/DSC04441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548627017641216562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCu3-mjyjI/AAAAAAAAJ8Y/vM9nZHWh6bI/s400/DSC04447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ET go home.... Which finger belongs to the ET and which one belongs to the boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548627026791917986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCu4gsQaaI/AAAAAAAAJ8g/sCireem40jk/s400/DSC04452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went to see this indoor show that stimulate the real typhoon scene and Amai got splashed so badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548627052391658242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCu6ADtcwI/AAAAAAAAJ8w/k6mzz02v5NA/s400/DSC04453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCu5AZ3ibI/AAAAAAAAJ8o/YDU2QHtM0LY/s1600/DSC04455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548627035304724914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCu5AZ3ibI/AAAAAAAAJ8o/YDU2QHtM0LY/s400/DSC04455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, to end the day, we had cheese cake in a cafe there.. Amai was complaining why is that her fork has irregular teeth. Is it that FM is buey song about something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQReaBg4_CI/AAAAAAAAJ-A/uxoK7uAoyUE/s1600/DSC04457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549664442003291170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQReaBg4_CI/AAAAAAAAJ-A/uxoK7uAoyUE/s400/DSC04457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why is my fork like this???'&lt;br /&gt;*Gasp* ' I dunno! It was an accodent! You sure it wasn't you who bite that teeth off? I am innocent!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, FM's boss called her like twice asking her where she put some stuff. I still thought that her unreasonable boss was going to ask her to go back for work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my boss happened to call me like 6/7 times that day and Amai was like,'Your boss is more kua zhang than FM boss lor. Hers only called twice, yours called like 3 times more than her!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is a nice person la, just happened that on that particular day, he went berserk over something and started calling me... Poor boss, I was enjoying myself in USS and he was going berserk on the other end of Singapore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-7731663482043387268?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/7731663482043387268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=7731663482043387268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7731663482043387268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7731663482043387268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/12/uss.html' title='USS'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TQCW2mNG8hI/AAAAAAAAJ4Y/cun5CWKB8iA/s72-c/DSC04383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-5975592784647549847</id><published>2010-12-05T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:52:26.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Mung = Sadako</title><content type='html'>One day I was combing the wig when I suddenly got the idea to put it on Scrump and take photo. I think scrump looks very cute with the wig on her head!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TPp-HfCMIZI/AAAAAAAAJ2g/QQ__18cP-sE/s1600/141120101043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TPp-HfCMIZI/AAAAAAAAJ2g/QQ__18cP-sE/s400/141120101043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546884558115053970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does she looks like some rock singer or what? So funny lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum walked past my room and started laughing at ah scrump. So bad.. laugh at my dearie Scrump. Then she put the wig on my Da mung instead but I think Da mung looks like Sadako...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TPp-H0xUHQI/AAAAAAAAJ2o/RbvO3Anzxo4/s1600/141120101044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TPp-H0xUHQI/AAAAAAAAJ2o/RbvO3Anzxo4/s400/141120101044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546884563949853954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so Da mun decided to cosplay as Sadako!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TPp-IWTU6XI/AAAAAAAAJ2w/qRLa6qyz2aM/s1600/141120101045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TPp-IWTU6XI/AAAAAAAAJ2w/qRLa6qyz2aM/s400/141120101045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546884572950882674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sadako is climbing onto my bed!!!! My god!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it was my mother who was manipulating my Da Mung. We even got a video of Da mung cosplaying Sadako! I was trying to stifle my laughter when taking the video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AqKnD6etOic?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AqKnD6etOic?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-5975592784647549847?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/5975592784647549847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=5975592784647549847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/5975592784647549847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/5975592784647549847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/12/da-mung-sadako.html' title='Da Mung = Sadako'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TPp-HfCMIZI/AAAAAAAAJ2g/QQ__18cP-sE/s72-c/141120101043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-959981577854291042</id><published>2010-11-30T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T01:51:54.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boin Boin</title><content type='html'>2 Boin Boins in the bus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TPPmgQ0sV9I/AAAAAAAAJ2Y/WL5d0tn2Y2s/s1600/281120101098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545029008169392082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TPPmgQ0sV9I/AAAAAAAAJ2Y/WL5d0tn2Y2s/s400/281120101098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The orange one belongs to my mum which she will pass to my sis and the yellow one belongs to May which she will pass to her son, Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 boin boins are gifts from dearest Ang. She bought them all the way from Taiwan. So nice right? She even bought things for the little ones at home. This boin thing is supposed to give out light when being thrown. I told dearest teacher Ang that she should use this to throw at the naughty xiao sheng in our troupe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yellow on belongs to May and YH asked May why her one has got a 'mole' on the face. May said that's because her boin boin is a 3花. My mum's one is a hua dan lor cuz it's redish. Then May said probably Ang want to hint her that she should be a 3花 that's why give her a boin boin with a mole on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad right, I mean if teacher want her be 3花 ca directly tell her one lor. Dun need to hint her like that. I believe May will be able to take it one. Like that so subtle, if may never get the hint then how right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, we are very bright students, we always read into our teacher's mind so we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah never mind la, since teacher already give u this hua dan role u just do lah. 20 hair pieces all put on ur head. Never mind one. We will support you ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-959981577854291042?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/959981577854291042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=959981577854291042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/959981577854291042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/959981577854291042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/11/boin-boin.html' title='Boin Boin'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TPPmgQ0sV9I/AAAAAAAAJ2Y/WL5d0tn2Y2s/s72-c/281120101098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-3214997374310925242</id><published>2010-11-29T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T01:35:35.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE steamboat</title><content type='html'>Things jus cannot be more coincident. Or is it fated? Destined? LOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to office with Weijun and I was like so damn hungry! Cuz in the afternoon I met Amai to shop at Nexx for awhile then when I got home, Weijun is there already. I didn't know that he is coming to my place but anyway, I chop chop packed my things and went to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't get to eat breakfast nor lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weijun told me that he also didn't eat breakfast and lunch, reason being he want to diet.. and look good for his photo shoot tomorrow. Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at 7+pm, we left office and Weijun said go to eat steamboat and he knows a very nice one around the same area. Ok, I like steamboat mah and Weijun is soup god. He told me he can be spokeperson for that restaurant already cuz he eat there so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he drove on, I suddenly burst out in enthu... "Which restaurant you going?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a bit shock and asked me if I am very hungry, must exclaim like that. I said no lah, cuz last week I came this are for steamboat also with Amai they all. Weijun said,"Aiyah, this restaurant very ulu one. confirm you never go before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end it turns out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TPPf_GUe3OI/AAAAAAAAJ2A/aO0P3X6tNY8/s1600/291120101103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545021841344486626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TPPf_GUe3OI/AAAAAAAAJ2A/aO0P3X6tNY8/s400/291120101103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To be the same restaurant!!! Weijun asked me,"sure or nt?! got so qiao mah, this restaurant so ulu u also know ah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told him is Amai de fren brought us here one. So qiao right and he so confident tat I never been here before... In the end.. LOL... So just now I went to this restaurant for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545021865512331362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TPPgAgWi6GI/AAAAAAAAJ2I/ZGQ7StL2gVA/s400/291120101105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the one.. And that is weijun at the counter. How coincident right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Amai the first time we went there.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545026399638478338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TPPkIbSdXgI/AAAAAAAAJ2Q/lMIbHDbvDCM/s400/IMG_0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-3214997374310925242?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/3214997374310925242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=3214997374310925242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3214997374310925242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3214997374310925242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/11/steamboat.html' title='THE steamboat'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TPPf_GUe3OI/AAAAAAAAJ2A/aO0P3X6tNY8/s72-c/291120101103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-7876792206342093515</id><published>2010-11-28T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T03:52:28.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Carpark</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine came to look for me today. He called me and told me that he has reached my home but he cannot find his car. I asked him how come? He told me that he parked his car and then went Sheng Siong to buy something. When he came back, he couldn't find it. He asked me to help him find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went downstairs and asked him if he already checked the stretch of carpark directly in front of my place. He said he did and he has already walked that stretch 4 times at least but couldn't find his car. So I told him maybe it is at the carpark on the other side of my block but he told me that he has also checked that side and couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so worried that his car might be stolen with his laptop inside. I told him not to worry. I don't think anyone will steal his car at broad daylight. I asked him which direction he walked when he went to Sheng Siong. He told me the direction and then said that he felt he has walked quite far today than usual. I told him in that case he probably parked at another block that is further down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He agreed, chances very high. So we walked to the other blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we reached block 531 (I am staying at 538) and found his car safely parked there. He was so relieved to find his car! And I find it so funny that he actually didn't realised that he has parked so far away from my place even after getting off his car and walking to sheng siong. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that such things happens often to him and he forgive himself for being blur. Hahaha.. I find it very funny lor. I am so happy that I am borned with a not bad sense of direction... At least I don't get lost easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-7876792206342093515?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/7876792206342093515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=7876792206342093515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7876792206342093515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7876792206342093515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/11/lost-in-carpark.html' title='Lost in Carpark'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-6528281741044422361</id><published>2010-11-22T01:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T01:47:34.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sis Bday</title><content type='html'>Today is Monday le. Since May Teng always got monday blues, let me blog this happy event to sweep away her monday blues~! Provided she got read it la.... But since she said that she is a loyal reader of mine, I trust that she will read this monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's bday, 19 Nov. In the morning Weijun called me and asked me what kind of cake my sister like. I was a bit groggy cuz I just woke up so I was like,"huh? You still remember my sister's bday ah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then so coincidently he suddenly ask if my sis love Doreamon. I told him my sis is a die hard fan of Doraemon lor. So super qiao that he asked this and my sister is a fan. So he bought my sis a Doraemon cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that my father also bought a Doraemon cake for my sis liao! So my sis very happy lah. Ended up got 2 cakes for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542055724831322994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TOlWUZP9s3I/AAAAAAAAJyg/vVNgDodcDls/s400/191120101059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My father bought this square cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542055731837806738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TOlWUzWcKJI/AAAAAAAAJyo/JJq2MFnZGXs/s400/191120101060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Weijun bought this round one. Since Weijun got my sis a cake and a bday present, we decided to wait for Weijun to come our place before my sister cuts the cake. So we waited... lol, until my sister like very tired.. and impatient le. So I called Weijun asked him if he is coming. He said he is on the way. My sister very funny lor. She go and pray... that Weijun will come faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542055748201539570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TOlWVwT25_I/AAAAAAAAJyw/7EiPJJ2csMs/s400/191120101061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In the meanwhile I asked her to take photo with her cakes lah. Finally weijun came and my sister was very happy. Finally can cut cake le.. We sang bday song for her and she insisted that she the lights must be off... when we sing the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542055767674609010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TOlWW42mXXI/AAAAAAAAJy4/FLG5Z-RbfVQ/s400/191120101062.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Family photo, weijun took for us. Then my sister decided to take photo with us individually.. The first person she chose to take photo with was weijun. Wah liew, never give us face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542055776271675074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TOlWXY4TLsI/AAAAAAAAJzA/e1NeXOEElCE/s400/191120101064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then with my mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542056388451584946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TOlW7BbXS7I/AAAAAAAAJzY/Er8SObfrWIU/s400/191120101068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then with my aunt. They position like that as if she and my aunt are sisters leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542056358919426210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TOlW5TaWUKI/AAAAAAAAJzI/s8ZiJ4_uEyA/s400/191120101066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then with my brother... and they positioned like that as if they dunno each other or just met only... My god. Are they really siblings?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542056379066509762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TOlW6edyacI/AAAAAAAAJzQ/32jUxkI4tFo/s400/191120101067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TOlW81PTNYI/AAAAAAAAJzo/Hl-1yffP0fQ/s1600/191120101069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542056419539498370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TOlW81PTNYI/AAAAAAAAJzo/Hl-1yffP0fQ/s400/191120101069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lastly with my father LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TOlW7wRIiWI/AAAAAAAAJzg/Qfu3bkjcvsQ/s1600/191120101070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542056401025141090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TOlW7wRIiWI/AAAAAAAAJzg/Qfu3bkjcvsQ/s400/191120101070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then my sister insisted that my mum should cut her bday cake with her. Like she dunno how to cut cake like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542056762068038546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TOlXQxQd85I/AAAAAAAAJzw/oaRyNANtKes/s400/191120101071.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And then she wanted weijun to cut the other cake with her.. And look at her face.. like she very stress when cutting cake leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542056775927423858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TOlXRk4zY3I/AAAAAAAAJz4/-pR_L8Sgxms/s400/191120101072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542056796609603938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TOlXSx70aWI/AAAAAAAAJ0A/P0Ox-pxp2yw/s400/191120101073.jpg" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;My mum said my sister is pretending that she is very good frens with weijun issit.. And look at her eyes! She always does that when taking photos! Told her so many times not to look up when taking pic she never listen lor. But that day my sister super happy lah. Got 2 cakes and got many bday presents. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-6528281741044422361?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/6528281741044422361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=6528281741044422361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6528281741044422361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/6528281741044422361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-sis-bday.html' title='My Sis Bday'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TOlWUZP9s3I/AAAAAAAAJyg/vVNgDodcDls/s72-c/191120101059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-7524647607103938763</id><published>2010-11-19T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T23:56:35.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and downs</title><content type='html'>There have been a lot of ups and downs lately in my life. I am busy doing a lot of things but at the same time, I am very lost. Sometimes I will suddenly feel that I dunno what I am doing. My life has recently jumped out of its daily routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I will work on the weekdays, go home after work for dinner or sometimes I will meet friends outside for dinner. Then on the weekends, Saturday is my free day where I can meet friends for shopping or sometimes I go SL. Then Sunday is very standard, COI practice from 3pm till 7pm then dinner with the COI ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week it has been like this. Very routined and somehow I got used to that sort of routine life. Suddenly I have no idea what I am doing. My life is not routine anymore. Sometimes I do this, sometimes I do that. Sometimes I have very last minute things popping up. Now I can't tell my friends exactly which day I am free because I don't know. Things will just pop up. I felt myself being swallowed into this tornado of things.. assorted things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, maybe I am just not used to it. Maybe I don't have a sense of security in this non-routine life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-7524647607103938763?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/7524647607103938763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=7524647607103938763' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7524647607103938763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/7524647607103938763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/11/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups and downs'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-8796244490242196344</id><published>2010-11-07T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T22:35:38.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Gu Bday</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Ah gu's bday some time ago. Ah Gu is still ah gu. She is still as cow as ever. Very attitude and unfrenly! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that day for the first time, I saw Bala and his wife. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536727950723476146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZovIDZarI/AAAAAAAAJrA/LJaBMtPH2us/s400/08102010920.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Her name is Cindy. Bala is as usual, kping alot about the food, the drinks, the place.. everything that he can complain, he complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536727954352447874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZovVknIYI/AAAAAAAAJrI/tk8zPQ4_J3Y/s400/08102010921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Recently YH has a rule, she doesn't want me to blog her photos anymore. There isn't any actual reason. She just doesn't want people to know what she is doing and doesn't want ppl to know how she looks like. Very lame. So I didn't take any photos of her but I took one of her hand. Yep, holding the fishball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May was very busy that night, taking care of EVERYTHING. Her father, her brother, her sister, her everyone will be calling her every 5 minutes. MAY MAY MAY!! Like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very jialat. She didn't get to take a break or sit down with us to talk. When she talked to us for like 5 minutes, her someone will call her, MAY! She didn't get to eat much also. Then finally when she was eating, Cow was at the table with us carried by her brother. May cannot let Cow see her because if Cow see her then she will want May to carry her. Then May cannot eat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZovwu1pLI/AAAAAAAAJrY/CJFVb3jag00/s1600/08102010923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536727961643099314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZovwu1pLI/AAAAAAAAJrY/CJFVb3jag00/s400/08102010923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So May was eating, back facing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZovh7jVLI/AAAAAAAAJrQ/bPvUOak4mOY/s1600/08102010922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536727957669893298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZovh7jVLI/AAAAAAAAJrQ/bPvUOak4mOY/s400/08102010922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see, May's brother was carrying Cow while May was eating back facing them. It's silly lah anyway. I mean you think cow cannot recognise your back meh? It's so obvious lor. Like she dunno. I think she just give u face only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536728196110422226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZo9aMNENI/AAAAAAAAJro/4xM6cAcd6yQ/s400/08102010926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cow is finally 1 year old! But she is still so small. Like that how to be xiaosheng when she grows up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536727969855690210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZowPU31eI/AAAAAAAAJrg/BKqSZogF_DY/s400/08102010925.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cow's first bday.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-8796244490242196344?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/8796244490242196344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=8796244490242196344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8796244490242196344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8796244490242196344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/11/ah-gu-bday.html' title='Ah Gu Bday'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZovIDZarI/AAAAAAAAJrA/LJaBMtPH2us/s72-c/08102010920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-3532937661640264065</id><published>2010-11-07T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:48:35.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilli Crab?</title><content type='html'>Last week I went to Ponyo's home for a swim with her then we went to this indian kopitiam to eat dinner. I accidentally saw this picture of Chilli crab with a funny name below it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZnVAiRDtI/AAAAAAAAJq4/Rwa7KM9iHiU/s1600/011120101017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536726402517241554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZnVAiRDtI/AAAAAAAAJq4/Rwa7KM9iHiU/s400/011120101017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I was like stunned and was laughing my head off when I saw this! LOL, Ponyo asked me what was it and I explained to her the mean of Chilli Crap. She laugher her head off too. I mean, I believe someone would have told the shop owner or the shop owner must have realised it too but how come they didnt change it? Maybe they thought that this funny picture will attract more people to come eat their chilli crab ba.. so damn funny sia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-3532937661640264065?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/3532937661640264065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=3532937661640264065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3532937661640264065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/3532937661640264065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/11/chilli-crab.html' title='Chilli Crab?'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZnVAiRDtI/AAAAAAAAJq4/Rwa7KM9iHiU/s72-c/011120101017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-1657726077971995771</id><published>2010-11-07T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:44:33.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping with Amai</title><content type='html'>Some people find it odd that me and Amai went shopping together but to think of it, it's not that odd is it? I mean I have known her for quite some time already just that we didn't use to meet up often. And now that there is a catalyst between us, that is FM, we got to meet up more often. I get to know more about her and her personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah, we went shopping at Bugis yesterday which was arranged last week. FM wanted to join us but poor girl, has to work like a cow and when she reached Bugis, her boss actually called her and tell her to return to the office to do some more work! How ridiculous is that? I cannot imagine such a boss. Damn stingy and make use of foreigners. I felt quite sad for FM, I mean I am not the kind to stand this type of nonsensical boss. I would have thrown in my letter long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, it's only me and Amai shopping. We went to Bugis then went to Bugis Village. There were some really nice stuff in Bugis village that I was tempted to buy but I have to control! Because I am not working and my new venture probably won't take off for the first few months. I must be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amai on the other hand did find things she likes and bought some stuff too. It's a great feeling to have bought something cheap and nice. I mean for me, I will feel good and happy with my purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZlJok6MNI/AAAAAAAAJqg/GpQOctSoYyM/s1600/Photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536724008084058322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZlJok6MNI/AAAAAAAAJqg/GpQOctSoYyM/s400/Photo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZlJd9s79I/AAAAAAAAJqY/uKBpRaSrACY/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536724005235257298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZlJd9s79I/AAAAAAAAJqY/uKBpRaSrACY/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heh, Amai took these pictures for me. She didn't take any pictures of herself tho.. And she said that her camera very good, cuz cannot see my pimples! Hhaha, yah cuz the pictures are not razor sharp. Too good a camera is not good for me cuz can see very single zit and pimple on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Iluma to see the Harry Potter exhibit. FM is a great Harry Potter fan and she wanted to see this exhibit so much. I didn't know that she is a fan too but the Harry Potter series is really a fantastic one. The story just totally suck you into it like you are part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZmDzB4CwI/AAAAAAAAJqw/7ZTctbkZUoc/s1600/Photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536725007322319618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZmDzB4CwI/AAAAAAAAJqw/7ZTctbkZUoc/s400/Photo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nowhere is safe, but I seems very happy to be hiding there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZmDpOK6bI/AAAAAAAAJqo/xX9evNIJRK0/s1600/Photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536725004689533362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZmDpOK6bI/AAAAAAAAJqo/xX9evNIJRK0/s400/Photo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like this photo! LOL, it looks like Voldemort is pointing his wand at my head! And it says the Hunt Begins so I am being hunted! LOL......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor FM didn't get to join us and she reached home at 9+pm. So poor thing right. It was a Saturday sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are friends, simple. There is no need to think too much or try to find out what we are up to! LOL, cuz we are not up to anything. We just found out that we are suitable shopping partners so we met up and shop together. It doesn't mean anything at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short. Live it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-1657726077971995771?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/1657726077971995771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=1657726077971995771' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1657726077971995771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1657726077971995771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/11/shopping-with-amai.html' title='Shopping with Amai'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNZlJok6MNI/AAAAAAAAJqg/GpQOctSoYyM/s72-c/Photo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-8405593268518518551</id><published>2010-11-04T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T00:03:45.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tok Tok Chiang!</title><content type='html'>Today is a historical day for me and also for Nick. Because today, we finally made one big leap towards our goal! Nick was so excited that he told me can't sleep last night and then he woke up at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited too but I slept well. Thanks to my mum for pardoning me all the noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wore pink as it is somewhat auspicious, Nick wore very formally which is quite unusual. He said that he wants to dress up for the historical moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at this Association of Small and Medium Enterprises at 10am and started the ball rolling~ Nick surprised me by telling me that he is going to register both company names that he came up with. Tok Tok Chiang and Painted Faces Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a discussion on which name to use. Many people voted Tok Tok Chiang and few people voted Painted Faces Team. However, I tot that for long term use, painted faces team might be more appropriate cuz eventually, opera is only going to be a part of the business, not the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to decide, Nick registered both companies on this auspicious day, 4 Nov 2010. It is a memorable day! We took pictures while doing the registration. LOL. I am so happy that this is happening too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that we have the company name, I am going to make the namecards and do up a portfolio. I went to Hougang Mall with Nick to meet one of his friend and also approach the mall's management. LOL I suggested we go Hougang mall... it's nearer to my home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this memorable day, I write this blog and I want to post photos but Nick doesn't allow me to post his photos! He said that the photos I post must let him see first. After he approve then I can post. My god. So I am posting this photo which doesn't show his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535725220418354658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNLYwik0_eI/AAAAAAAAJqI/jsySDagBxUI/s400/041120101020%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;This one I think no need his approval la cuz cannot see his face mah.... Then I have one that he approved below.. LOL, this one is he mms me one so I think must be he approve liao... but it's very small la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535725229010384610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNLYxClU9uI/AAAAAAAAJqQ/oNPEd-gl0DI/s400/IMG_3047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We even recieved angbaos as a good luck from Nick's friend! Everything is auspicious today. I believe we will soar! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear friends, Must support us!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-8405593268518518551?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/8405593268518518551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=8405593268518518551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8405593268518518551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/8405593268518518551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/11/tok-tok-chiang.html' title='Tok Tok Chiang!'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TNLYwik0_eI/AAAAAAAAJqI/jsySDagBxUI/s72-c/041120101020%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-9215549853694309631</id><published>2010-11-03T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:36:34.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Busy ok</title><content type='html'>I am quite busy leh. Counting the things that I need to do... and that I haven't do.. Gosh. I must start doing tomorrow le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a very long day for me. I had a very bad sleep last night because I can't fall asleep! I ended up sleeping at 4am. Then my mum comes into my room at 7am, made alot of noise then went out.. Later at 8am, she came in again with the vacuum cleaner, made a lot of noise and then went out.. Later at 9am, she came in again with a mop, made a lot of noises then went out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost KI SIAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must find a resolution to this. If not I will ki siao one day. I told her that I cannot tahan all that noises in the morning. I will go mad so I am going to think of something, move to my sis's room when she comes in etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today when finally I get to sleep after her last noise making session, Nick called me at 10am... ZZzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jie jie, please wear nice today, we going to see MP.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, I woke up.. took a bath, decide what to wear that is considered nice.... Then I went out to meet Nick at his friend's office. I did some photo editing for Nick and some other misc computer stuff. Then a business consultant came and we had a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting though the business consultant talked mostly about borrowing loans from bank.  I did learn a lot from what he said and know more about bank loans. Actually, Nick and me dun need bank loans but its still good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we went off to meet MP and New York University. MP is actually Nick's friend. We met up with the MP and his wife to tour the New York University, Tisch Asia, which is an institute for film and TV. NYU is a prestigious university and this Film and TV degree that they are offering is one of the best ones around. Zhang Yi Mou's daughter is actually studying in this course in NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was an eye opener to visit the Uni. I saw those professional equipments that they used, the sets that they film in. Nick commented that their set doesn't lose to mediacorp. It was very interesting but too bad I din take photo, I didn't dare! LOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They actually got this motion capturing room that doesnt use markers! Normally motion capturing uses markers to mark the person's actions but apparently, this new technology doesn't use markers. I think they are using Infra red lights or something. Very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Nick for this chance to see this school which reminded me so much of my days in Poly. Though our equipments were not that high-end at that time, it really reminded me of how I used to do projects thru days and nights. How I fooled around while doing projects.... Sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so damn tired. Tomorow got to wake up early to pa bia.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-9215549853694309631?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/9215549853694309631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=9215549853694309631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/9215549853694309631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/9215549853694309631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/11/damn-busy-ok.html' title='Damn Busy ok'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-1415401078087975774</id><published>2010-10-27T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T01:52:53.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Aunty</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was having lunch with Nick Shen. You know, the mediacorp artiste, Shen Wei Jun. We were at this coffee shop eating fish soup when this auntie who order drinks for us asked Weijun,"Eah, u recently don't have new drama ah? Very long never see you on TV."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weijun: No leh, recently don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the aunty went off to get our drinks. Later when she came back and collecting money from Weijun, she looked at me for a very very long time. I was very uncomfortable with her stare. Dunno she was looking at my pimple or what leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she asked," Then you leh, you never act ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used the word 做戏.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly cannot react to the fact that she is asking about TV programmes, I almost said,"have, recently alot of shows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortuantely, I stopped myself and replied to her,"No I am not an actress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAhaa.. damn funny lor... I told Weijun that I should have said, yes, I am acting Da Xi. Want to see or not? Then maybe I will have one more audience liao.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a funny incident lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-1415401078087975774?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/1415401078087975774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=1415401078087975774' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1415401078087975774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1415401078087975774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/10/funny-aunty.html' title='Funny Aunty'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-684305205318807998</id><published>2010-10-23T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T23:10:56.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle and JackRabbits.</title><content type='html'>Eagles have got eyes bigger than their brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagles have vision 3 times cleared than a human being. It can see a hopping rabbit high above the ground. Eagles has very fast flying speed which I forgot what it is already. It's claws with very long talons are built for catching rabbits. For very big eagles, they can even sometimes catch a small deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jack rabbit on the other hand, sounds like it stands very low chance in out running the eagle if the eagle wants to catch it. Today, however, I saw a documentry of this rabbit which is actually very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbits has got neck bones that are shock absorbing, thus stablizing its head and ensure that it maintains a clear vision even when it is hopping at full speed. The speed of a jackrabbit or hare can reach 72km/h! That is like the speed of a car already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This documentry I saw the hare was hopping very quickly while an eagle was swooping down with its claws stretched out. Suddenly the hare stopped hopping abruptly. The eagle therefore overshot and did not land on the hare. It rolled on the ground a little while the hare quickly hopped away. The eagle, though much stronger than the rabbit, did not manage to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I think the scene was funny. The hare was hopping at 72km/h when it just suddenly stopped. It is very smart right? I mean it managed to estimate the correct timing when the eagle is about to reach the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-684305205318807998?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/684305205318807998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=684305205318807998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/684305205318807998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/684305205318807998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/10/eagle-and-jackrabbits.html' title='Eagle and JackRabbits.'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-1231823254341284215</id><published>2010-10-18T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:56:49.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>伯牙绝弦为子期</title><content type='html'>Recently I have been listening to Lee Hom's album. I have also posted some videos of him on my FB~ There quite a few songs that I like in this album and one of them is 伯牙绝弦. The lyrics was very interesting but I have no idea what this song is about so I googled the story of 伯牙 and 子期.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes that 伯牙 was a very talented musician in ancient China and he is a master in playing the 古琴. However, being so famous and talented in his field, he was not able to find a person who can share his passion with him. Often he will play in loneliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he was playing on a boat when he noticed that there was a man standing on the river bank, looking at him. He stopped playing. The man on the bank told 伯牙 not to be worried about him standing there as he is just a wood cutter. He was mesmerised by 伯牙's music and hence stood at the river bank to listen to him. The wood cutter even knew which piece and which line 伯牙 was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitedly, 伯牙 asked the wood cutter to come to his boat. The wood cutter was 钟子期. 伯牙 and 子期 talked about music through the night and eventually they 结拜 to be brothers. At that time, 伯牙 had official matters to do and had to leave the city where he met 子期. However, he made a pact with 子期 to see him again next year, same time, same place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year passed, 伯牙 came back to the river and waited for 子期. However, 子期 did not turn up. Anxiously, he walked around that area to look for him. He asked an old man if about 子期. The old man was shocked and asked him if he is 俞伯牙. Eyes reddened, the old man told 伯牙 that he is 子期's father and 子期 has contracted a illness and died 3 months ago. Before he died, he has requested his father to bury him by the river so that he can listen to 伯牙 again when he comes to find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destraught, 伯牙 went to the tomb of 子期 to play for him one last time. After playing, he cut the strings of his 古琴 and broke the instrument in front of 子期's tomb. 伯牙 felt that he has lost the one and only 知音 he has and he has no reason to continue playing anymore. Therefore the title of my post, 伯牙绝弦为子期. And the word 知音 dervied from this story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I read the story, I felt very touched. This story is not really that 高潮迭起 but I pictured the scene of 伯牙playing alone in front of his friend's tomb and imagine the 幽怨的琴声. The whole image just let me feel very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;文章记叙了伯牙喜欢弹琴，钟子期有很高的音乐鉴赏能力。不管伯牙弹奏什么，钟子期都能准确地道出伯牙的心意。伯牙因得知音而大喜。子期死后，伯牙绝弦，终生不再弹琴。表明了“士为知己者死”的一种真知己的境界。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oPB3lzN_dHU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oPB3lzN_dHU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-1231823254341284215?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/1231823254341284215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=1231823254341284215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1231823254341284215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/1231823254341284215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='伯牙绝弦为子期'/><author><name>Miko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909891589039762291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/SGnt21gcYsI/AAAAAAAADno/RrNmUnOHNJQ/S220/DSC02454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16447166.post-4339308498534288077</id><published>2010-10-17T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T00:54:48.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitch Hat</title><content type='html'>My brother works in a petrol station. Everytime a car with Stitch's decorations drives in, he will ask the car owner if he can take a photo of the decoration or ask where the driver bought it from. Apparently, using this method, he has gotten a lot of free Stitch's decorations from the generous car owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he 'kop' this pair of Stitch hat from a driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hats were really funny and my mum actually automatically wore it on her head. I didn't ask her to do it. She just did it and she even struck me some poses with the hat. I think she actually likes stitch too but she just deny it to maintain her matured mother image. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528685969293487474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TLnWmMpsrXI/AAAAAAAAJYw/AXo7jVeP65c/s400/10102010928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TLnWnK_UTFI/AAAAAAAAJZI/MWHOp-TOs7E/s1600/10102010932.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See how happy she is with the hat on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528685972279815778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TLnWmXxsbmI/AAAAAAAAJY4/VItAQdw7m98/s400/10102010929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The hat sort of looks like a helmet. My mum told me to use this instead of the real helmet when I am riding a bike. You think the police will let me off wearing this? Or maybe she wants me to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528685986027162706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TLnWnK_UTFI/AAAAAAAAJZI/MWHOp-TOs7E/s400/10102010932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TLnWmk2MMRI/AAAAAAAAJZA/V_4pRgftb08/s1600/10102010931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528685975788335378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2nc9OQAQn8/TLnWmk2MMRI/AAAAAAAAJZA/V_4pRgftb08/s400/10102010931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not bad right? Who dares to wear this to Orchard road??? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16447166-4339308498534288077?l=mikolah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikolah.blogspot.com/feeds/4339308498534288077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16447166&amp;postID=4339308498534288077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16447166/posts/default/43393084
