<?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-2242131549239983062</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:05:44.607+08:00</updated><category term='fml'/><category term='bomb'/><category term='malaysia'/><category term='me'/><category term='scott pilgrim'/><category term='pulau ketam'/><category term='ashton kutcher'/><category term='black'/><category term='photography'/><category term='tickets'/><category term='kampung'/><category term='fernando torres'/><category term='field trip'/><category term='Arthur&apos;s Day'/><category term='hot male celebs'/><category term='liquor'/><category term='Pyramid'/><category term='the social network'/><category term='love the way you lie'/><category term='josh hartnett'/><category term='peter facinelli'/><category term='church'/><category term='Mid Valley'/><category term='Forever 21'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='drink'/><category term='chinese new year'/><category term='bradley cooper'/><category term='orange'/><category term='tangled'/><category term='jackson rathbone'/><category term='annoying orange'/><title type='text'>unparalleled intensity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>320</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-5924885302096316946</id><published>2012-01-16T02:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T03:34:12.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Wanna Seem So Weak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I lied. I am too darn lazy to update my blog. But I'll try (I know you're doubting me right now).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like supergirl. Being able to survive 15+ hours with only 3 hours of sleep is common when you're me. Thanks to these thoughts bothering me again. Maybe I'm just paranoid. Maybe.. But what if all these thoughts turn out to be real? The reality that I fear would take over this fantasy I'm living in, will it ever take over my nearly-perfect fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nGdwcbtkog4/TxMf_nQIOzI/AAAAAAAACmM/9c7u2HmPP3o/s1600/5658163245_e54078f5fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nGdwcbtkog4/TxMf_nQIOzI/AAAAAAAACmM/9c7u2HmPP3o/s320/5658163245_e54078f5fd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697933131282660146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder. Wonder. And wonder. I wonder about so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I ask for too much. I try not to care, yet I'm so afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-5924885302096316946?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5924885302096316946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=5924885302096316946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/5924885302096316946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/5924885302096316946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-wanna-seem-so-weak.html' title='I Don&apos;t Wanna Seem So Weak'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nGdwcbtkog4/TxMf_nQIOzI/AAAAAAAACmM/9c7u2HmPP3o/s72-c/5658163245_e54078f5fd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-7946601430933171256</id><published>2011-09-20T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T03:21:40.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything About You</title><content type='html'>Never have I felt so much pain, guilt, regret and remorse. I am not one to take people for granted, especially those I love. But yesterday and the day before, I took him for granted. I cried, I begged, I apologized, I promised. I knew, oh how I knew, that even if he did forgive me, his trust towards me would never be the same again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he did, he did forgive me. That moment when he wiped my tears away and hugged me tight. That moment when he told me that I was forgiven. I knew. I just knew. He is the one. He is the one I want to spend my life with forever. The one I want to watch the sunset with when we're old and wrinkly. The one whose hand I am going to hold until the day I die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could see the sadness in his eyes. i could hear the disappointment in his voice. i could smell the hurt in his breath. his sweet breath. how could i be so, so stupid? to hurt this man who loves me more than anyone can ever love me? the one and only person who made me cry a river of joy just by saying he loves me, and will love me, forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't imagine my life without him. Not now, not ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, I am a fool if I were to ever let you go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-7946601430933171256?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7946601430933171256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=7946601430933171256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7946601430933171256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7946601430933171256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2011/09/everything-about-you.html' title='Everything About You'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-4720386621713379466</id><published>2011-08-23T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T02:11:59.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Made of Paper.</title><content type='html'>a most uneasy thought has been bothering me as of late. needless to say, i've got 101 things to do to get it off my mind. like always, i am never really idle. i am like a ball being tossed back and forth by two people named college and work. i'm glad i've got him by my side to ease the stress. but i always end up procrastinating, being extremely lazy, and irresponsible to some point.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the past 6 months have been heavenly. that is, until now. i've never really thought about this before. that's because i was never given  the chance to. now that things are.. not as heavenly as before, a disturbing thought has been running around in my head. obviously that thought is not going to be revealed. not here at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am dead tired. so tired i can sleep for days and not awaken. but work and college do not allow me to engage in days of sweet slumber. sleep is what i want right now. what i need. sleep was snatched away from me because of more important matters just now. now, i can barely empty my mind for sleep to enter it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i am left clueless. i thought this time things would be different. then again, that's what i think almost everytime. i read something that hurt me so deeply. never during the past 6 months have i felt such pain in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because never did i expect you to say such a thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-4720386621713379466?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4720386621713379466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=4720386621713379466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/4720386621713379466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/4720386621713379466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-made-of-paper.html' title='I&apos;m Made of Paper.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-8038718305811583679</id><published>2011-08-18T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T02:29:09.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr.</title><content type='html'>I finally created a &lt;a href="http://glhdenise.tumblr.com"&gt;Tumblr account&lt;/a&gt;! Sadly I have got no freakin' idea how to work it. But no worries, I will find a way.. if I have the time to go meddle around with it. How difficult can it be anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have clicked on the link, I apologize for it being totally empty. I am just too damn lazy to get started on anything for now. However I will update here once I manage to get a few things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-8038718305811583679?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8038718305811583679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=8038718305811583679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8038718305811583679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8038718305811583679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2011/08/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-7674380458533039819</id><published>2011-08-17T01:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T02:50:29.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a Revamp.</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to start. It's been long since I have last blogged. Don't know how to start. Then again all my style of writing was never really organized. I just write down whatever is on my mind before I forget. I had this sudden urge to blog about.. something, anything. So here I am. It took me God knows how long just to think of a title for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time for a Revamp&lt;/span&gt;? Because it's time for my blog to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; revamped. It's been the same for too long. My eyes, they burn because of how messy my blog is. Full of weird emotional rants which sometimes don't make sense to anyone. It's not meant to make sense to anyone anyway. Tee hee. Last year, I decided that I did not have the time to continue blogging. Thus, only visiting my blog when I am feeling emotionally unstable and needed to rant somewhere. In case you have not noticed, most of my recent posts were written when I needed to express my negative feelings. The only change I wanna bring is to the content of my blog I suppose. I don't want to come here just because I feel upset. I do not want this place to be a chest of unhappy memories. But I really doubt I would have the time to even post anything here even after revamping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got like loads and loads of things on my mind. I just can't express them all here because of my blog being public. I'll find a way around that. I suppose I'll be blogging constantly now. Not everyday, but just enough to keep this place alive. From now on, expect my thoughts and criticisms instead of emotional rants. I would probably even become like most bloggers and blog about what I did today, where I went, what I ate, who I met, etc. Hahahahha! Nah. That'll only happen if I am bored as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you guys haven't noticed, I have changed my boring ol' layout! Hooray! Same picture though. I'm too lazy to go look for a better picture. And yes, Torres isn't going anywhere. For now. It will seem weird without him hanging around my blog anymore. However, removing him is under consideration. Something I thought I would never ever consider. Hahah. And also, in case you haven't noticed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again,&lt;/span&gt; I have begun this post without the "Listening to:" that I never fail to include in all of my blog posts. Like I said, revamp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anybody actually still comes here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-7674380458533039819?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7674380458533039819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=7674380458533039819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7674380458533039819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7674380458533039819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-for-revamp.html' title='Time for a Revamp.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-7687886988404436362</id><published>2011-02-20T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:46:34.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression Much.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: That Girl by David Choi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I let it happen? Why... What the fuck was I thinking? Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling depressed since last night after foosball. This is so frustrating. I can't even write about it right now because my dad is beside me nagging my ass off. HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO LET OUT AT LEAST 50% OF MY PENT-UP FEELINGS IF I CAN'T EVEN BLAB IT OUT HERE?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do. Philip Morris isn't helping one bit. Watching Family Guy isn't helping either. I don't want to spend my money drinking. I studied last night from 3 AM till 6 AM WHATTHEFUCK. I think I'll go study later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I think I should be depressed more often so that I can study more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, it all comes down to this. My friends. Every. Single. Time. This is so stupid I don't even want to talk about it. But I have to, it's eating me up inside. I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do now is be left alone. I just want to cry everything out. I think I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-7687886988404436362?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7687886988404436362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=7687886988404436362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7687886988404436362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7687886988404436362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2011/02/depression-much.html' title='Depression Much.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-7374238175018577130</id><published>2011-02-04T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T21:32:57.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to: Fireworks. Not by Katy Perry. But real fireworks going off outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is Chinese New Year getting more and more boring as the years go by? I am stuck in Taiping for the next 3 days. I have been here since Tuesday. It's already Friday and I can already feel my skin beginning to rot. It has been exactly 80 hours since - no, Chong, not since Shen left, but since - I met with Philip Morris. I never really had the urge to meet him. Until just now when I told him I wouldn't be able to make it to Ipoh because I have to be back by midnight. It's not really his fault. I just need to see someone else I know besides my relatives because staying in this house doing nothing all day is driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so agitated at everything and everyone. I don't blame them. I'm the one who is down with a running nose and who is feeling exceptionally grumpy. I just need to get out of the house and see someone, talk to someone. It's only been, what, 3 days+? And I'm almost half-insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I did what I never thought I would do. Not while seeing Philip Morris was a secret to my family members. I crept outside while everyone was gambling or watching TV, hid somewhere strategic, and met up with my dear friend for a few minutes. Though I have to admit, those few minutes with him got my heart beating so fucking fast I swore if you were right next to me, you could hear it. I'm sorry, I was exaggerating. But it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; beating fast, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am, waiting for - OH HE'S ONLINE ALREADY. Goodbye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-7374238175018577130?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7374238175018577130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=7374238175018577130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7374238175018577130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7374238175018577130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2011/02/listening-to-fireworks.html' title=''/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-5592941531322886708</id><published>2011-01-25T03:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T03:58:48.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Tears, They Burn.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Break Even by The Script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only assume. I can only understand so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me just now, right between the eyes. But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know if what I guess is going on, is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I'm shedding tears for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this feeling, crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss actually having emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel more human now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TT3Z09wOJQI/AAAAAAAAClQ/27mT0XpoM10/s1600/2413786635_152da503bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TT3Z09wOJQI/AAAAAAAAClQ/27mT0XpoM10/s320/2413786635_152da503bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565844218453042434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-5592941531322886708?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5592941531322886708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=5592941531322886708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/5592941531322886708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/5592941531322886708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2011/01/these-tears-they-burn.html' title='These Tears, They Burn.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TT3Z09wOJQI/AAAAAAAAClQ/27mT0XpoM10/s72-c/2413786635_152da503bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-8718823597562433695</id><published>2011-01-07T05:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T05:59:58.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Welcome.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Hosanna by Planetshakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words are still lingering in my mind. Did someone really think of me in such a way that made my heart feel all soft and squishy again? Shocked, surprised, stoned. I never thought that was what they thought of me. Somehow or other, no one has been able to make me feel appreciated. It all happened so long ago, so many years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet they could still remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I, never took sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I, never judged them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I, was the only friend they had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I listened to those people. Those people I called friends. Those people I loved, and still do till this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to their mockeries. I listened to their insults. I listened to their judgments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the guilt build up inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I'm glad you remembered me as that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TSY7PBFdblI/AAAAAAAAClA/LnI_rTTRVaU/s1600/1258061481919_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TSY7PBFdblI/AAAAAAAAClA/LnI_rTTRVaU/s320/1258061481919_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559195919210868306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm glad I was the only friend you ever had.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TSY7PBFdblI/AAAAAAAAClA/LnI_rTTRVaU/s1600/1258061481919_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-8718823597562433695?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8718823597562433695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=8718823597562433695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8718823597562433695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8718823597562433695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2011/01/youre-welcome.html' title='You&apos;re Welcome.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TSY7PBFdblI/AAAAAAAAClA/LnI_rTTRVaU/s72-c/1258061481919_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-6475011108305156245</id><published>2011-01-04T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T05:15:16.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Emo.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Monster by Lady GaGa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew what I was getting myself into. But somehow or other I refused to back down. Why did I let myself into this mess? After all that I have been through. I guess what he said was true. It screws you back in the ass.. hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was I even afraid? Why did I hesitate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's to blame except myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-6475011108305156245?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6475011108305156245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=6475011108305156245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6475011108305156245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6475011108305156245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunny-emo.html' title='Sunny Emo.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-880486006648090622</id><published>2010-12-10T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:31:39.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And When She Says She Wants Somebody Else.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Breathless by Shayne Ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my car so fucking much I'm gonna hug it once it is back. I can't go out and stone alone. I can't go out to get my necessities. I can't drive around while stoning. I can't I can't I can't. And those are the things I need to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also, think I am falling sick. Again. My throat is giving up on me. I'm not bothered to do anything about it. I have come to realize that I am anything but bothered about my well-being and health. I think everyone has come to realize that as well. Isn't it quite obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TQJDuaEVUwI/AAAAAAAACk0/QyNLfqb2AzU/s1600/9021_by_karil-d34kt2r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TQJDuaEVUwI/AAAAAAAACk0/QyNLfqb2AzU/s320/9021_by_karil-d34kt2r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549072155424412418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I shall also stay away from Facebook for tonight as it contains a lot of posts and updates I do not want to see. I will resume Facebook-ing when I am feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really consider being my old self again. Nobody would know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I'll change the song on my blog soon. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to seek refuge in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU ASSHOLES WHO DRIVE LIKE ASSHOLES AND END UP IN CAR ACCIDENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-880486006648090622?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/880486006648090622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=880486006648090622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/880486006648090622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/880486006648090622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-when-she-says-she-wants-somebody.html' title='And When She Says She Wants Somebody Else.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TQJDuaEVUwI/AAAAAAAACk0/QyNLfqb2AzU/s72-c/9021_by_karil-d34kt2r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-201021293362358062</id><published>2010-11-17T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T18:27:42.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Back!</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Monster by Lady GaGa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chemical Romance is back! Loves! I was wondering where they disappeared to after they released The Black Parade 3 years ago. Anyway Gerard Way is back. But this time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TOOmH8qyuaI/AAAAAAAACkU/pvZUKHEU8qo/s1600/gerard-way-comicon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TOOmH8qyuaI/AAAAAAAACkU/pvZUKHEU8qo/s320/gerard-way-comicon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540454622070749602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. his hair isn't a jet-black mop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TOOmIGosOHI/AAAAAAAACkc/XjIPuNMkv8I/s1600/PunkRockGerard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TOOmIGosOHI/AAAAAAAACkc/XjIPuNMkv8I/s320/PunkRockGerard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540454624746289266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. and neither is it a shiny blonde patch, but instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TOOmIed05-I/AAAAAAAACkk/q2-ED3-OSrg/s1600/rockthishair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TOOmIed05-I/AAAAAAAACkk/q2-ED3-OSrg/s320/rockthishair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540454631143172066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. Way's hair is cherry-redtastic! Something different, much. It's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After not keeping up with the band for years ever since I attended their concert in KL, I found out that Bob Bryar, the drummer for MCR ever since 2004, has departed from the band. I am not too sure of the reasons he left though. So currently they have this substitute, Michael Pedicone, who goes on tour with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their new song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Art is the Weapon&lt;/span&gt;, sounds so different compared to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Brought You My Bullets &lt;/span&gt;(2002)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, You Brought Me Your Love &lt;/span&gt;(2004), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Black Parade&lt;/span&gt; (2007). Their sound never really changed until The Black Parade. But judging from the song from their new album, I have a feeling there's gonna be quite a distinct change in their genre of music. I might be wrong. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Art is the Weapon&lt;/span&gt; sounds so&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kick-Ass&lt;/span&gt;! No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danger Days: The True Lives of The Fabulous Killjoys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; featuring their new hit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Art is the Weapon (Na Na Na&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;will be released on November 22, 2010. I don't know when it will be released here though. But I definitely will get my hands on it as soon as it's out (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TOOqzdh0dwI/AAAAAAAACks/j_cowkffVhc/s1600/gerardwayredhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TOOqzdh0dwI/AAAAAAAACks/j_cowkffVhc/s320/gerardwayredhair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540459767672370946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you, Gerarrrrrrrrd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-201021293362358062?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/201021293362358062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=201021293362358062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/201021293362358062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/201021293362358062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/11/theyre-back.html' title='They&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TOOmH8qyuaI/AAAAAAAACkU/pvZUKHEU8qo/s72-c/gerard-way-comicon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-6067332199442630956</id><published>2010-11-12T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T02:26:46.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Hug Me To Sleep.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Break Even by The Script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it feels. Did the look on my face really change? Can't doubt his sharp eyes no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm hanging by a thread, the web I spin for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this payback for what I've done? Karma, I suppose. Good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don't want the world to see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know whether to ignore or to take notice of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ignorance is your new best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TNw1AY9eAdI/AAAAAAAACkE/R9DlcBP-6gw/s1600/jo-parry-dreaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TNw1AY9eAdI/AAAAAAAACkE/R9DlcBP-6gw/s320/jo-parry-dreaming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538359922575409618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fuck lah I regret not buying fags. I thought I wouldn't need them. Looks like I was wrong. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also&lt;/span&gt;, I should try to stop relying on Philip Morris. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; new best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And also&lt;/span&gt;, I know you people are concerned but I would appreciate it if no one asks me whether I am okay or not, etc. I will sleep it off and be okay the next day. Thank you very much, good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-6067332199442630956?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6067332199442630956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=6067332199442630956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6067332199442630956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6067332199442630956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/11/someone-hug-me-to-sleep.html' title='Someone Hug Me To Sleep.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TNw1AY9eAdI/AAAAAAAACkE/R9DlcBP-6gw/s72-c/jo-parry-dreaming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-7183237394301336461</id><published>2010-10-31T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T00:25:38.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angie's Hectic Birthday.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Inconsolable by Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMxAwcd-FTI/AAAAAAAACjM/cndf0Vc7PSo/s1600/33551_10150104325413056_684483055_7585073_3635421_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMxAwcd-FTI/AAAAAAAACjM/cndf0Vc7PSo/s320/33551_10150104325413056_684483055_7585073_3635421_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533869243151291698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated her birthday 2 days earlier at Rootz, KL. Apparently the second best night club in KL, after Zouk. It was good: the interior is amazingly classy and the DJ was Joey G! I've been to the third and fourth best clubs in KL which are Ministry of Sound and Mist. This time I managed to try out Rootz. Next would be Zouk I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMxAwozMm-I/AAAAAAAACjU/N-O09BeOdXE/s1600/36172_10150104326988056_684483055_7585151_6104810_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMxAwozMm-I/AAAAAAAACjU/N-O09BeOdXE/s320/36172_10150104326988056_684483055_7585151_6104810_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533869246461549538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We opened 6 bottles of .. Actually I don't even know what liquor I drank last night. All I did was just take the drinks. I think it was Black Label. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;.. So anyway 6 bottles of Black Label for 20 people. I was the last to go in so by the time I entered, everyone was already happily drinking. Without me. Which was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMxAw3jPhLI/AAAAAAAACjc/BM7yqUtEq6o/s1600/66373_10150104325813056_684483055_7585094_3541132_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMxAw3jPhLI/AAAAAAAACjc/BM7yqUtEq6o/s320/66373_10150104325813056_684483055_7585094_3541132_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533869250421163186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This fella, I don't know what's his name, saved me from Siew Fai. Siew Fai is known for walking around making people drink a lot. He killed me before. Ass. I managed to slip away and hide beside Jovi when this fella and his friends cornered Siew Fai and made him drink. Thank you! But eventually Siew Fai almost died and I had to take care of him until he was sober. Better than me being taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMxAxjhghKI/AAAAAAAACjs/bHE2gAYpQyw/s1600/73211_10150104326003056_684483055_7585103_776689_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMxAxjhghKI/AAAAAAAACjs/bHE2gAYpQyw/s320/73211_10150104326003056_684483055_7585103_776689_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533869262225048738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Sohai - Siew Fai, and Party Animal - Quek. If it were not for Joshua I think we would have to drag Zy out of the club. I was useful for once. Instead of dying, I helped the dead! Or more like semi-dead. I can't recall how many people I had to guide to the washroom last night. Vincent was one of them and he poked my eye. It hurt ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMxAxL7KotI/AAAAAAAACjk/WeEQNI-Pqoc/s1600/66686_10150104325583056_684483055_7585082_4159107_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMxAxL7KotI/AAAAAAAACjk/WeEQNI-Pqoc/s320/66686_10150104325583056_684483055_7585082_4159107_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533869255890215634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our man of the night, Vincent Chan. You did a good job, don't worry about whatever that happened that night after the party. Everybody appreciated what you did to make this happen. And I forgive you for poking me in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Angie. Don't be such a bitch on your birthday next year. Xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: For more pictures, visit my Facebook profile! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-7183237394301336461?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7183237394301336461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=7183237394301336461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7183237394301336461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7183237394301336461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/10/angies-hectic-birthday.html' title='Angie&apos;s Hectic Birthday.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMxAwcd-FTI/AAAAAAAACjM/cndf0Vc7PSo/s72-c/33551_10150104325413056_684483055_7585073_3635421_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-3968544090260859905</id><published>2010-10-23T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:47:56.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Emo.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Who's That Chick by David Guetta feat. Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMKs1Bt69wI/AAAAAAAACi8/SmGmsQQkISk/s1600/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMKs1Bt69wI/AAAAAAAACi8/SmGmsQQkISk/s320/DSC00110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531173319358478082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Swedish meatballs, John Malkovich, Heineken, and Tequila. Could my day have gotten any better? Besides the fact that I threw  up in the bucket for the very first time. I never threw up in the bucket before. Never. And last night thanks to my ego (yes friend I admit I ego okay), I did it! Nothing to be proud of but whatever, I'm bored and stoning and I've no idea what to do right now besides sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMKso9p8qpI/AAAAAAAACis/OWtZgGA4pxo/s1600/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMKso9p8qpI/AAAAAAAACis/OWtZgGA4pxo/s320/DSC00106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531173112109640338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Altogether 4 pints of Heineken and 6 shots of tequila. But they took away the empty glasses. Why decide to drink all of a sudden? Well it was RM30 for 2 pints of Heineken at Laundry during Happy Hour (5 PM - 9 PM). By the time our movie ended, we still had half an hour until happy hour ended. So ... faham2 lah. The waiter walked up to us and offered tequila shots for RM8. I was considering it but before I could say anything KP shoo him away already. He bought the shots lah eventually. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning: Singing emo songs in the car after having a few drinks can be extremely enjoyable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMKspDoB_gI/AAAAAAAACi0/onFokWP4xAA/s1600/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMKspDoB_gI/AAAAAAAACi0/onFokWP4xAA/s320/DSC00108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531173113712213506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night was a night I would never forget. Thanks, KP (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-3968544090260859905?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3968544090260859905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=3968544090260859905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3968544090260859905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3968544090260859905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-emo.html' title='No Emo.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TMKs1Bt69wI/AAAAAAAACi8/SmGmsQQkISk/s72-c/DSC00110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-1595746296732125032</id><published>2010-10-19T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:42:21.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Break, Denise. Have a Kit-Kat.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Your Call by Secondhand Serenade &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in a sea of confusion. I am not playing my part, not living up to my role, not putting in any effort, not willing, and not giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TLyF1Tx2UMI/AAAAAAAACik/MCLe_In5MdI/s1600/girl+smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TLyF1Tx2UMI/AAAAAAAACik/MCLe_In5MdI/s320/girl+smoking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529441593393041602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am obviously the worst person who has ever walked the Earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-1595746296732125032?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1595746296732125032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=1595746296732125032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/1595746296732125032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/1595746296732125032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/10/have-break-denise-have-kit-kat.html' title='Have a Break, Denise. Have a Kit-Kat.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TLyF1Tx2UMI/AAAAAAAACik/MCLe_In5MdI/s72-c/girl+smoking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-58604578219871257</id><published>2010-10-17T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T01:02:36.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Not Ego.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Collide by Howie Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was a fucking fucked up night. Thanks Fei, Quek and JJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt; Siew Fai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TLnXLNXwOWI/AAAAAAAACiU/Ur_bohW-Pc8/s1600/FML-420x488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TLnXLNXwOWI/AAAAAAAACiU/Ur_bohW-Pc8/s320/FML-420x488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528686605141817698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-58604578219871257?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/58604578219871257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=58604578219871257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/58604578219871257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/58604578219871257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-not-ego.html' title='I Not Ego.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TLnXLNXwOWI/AAAAAAAACiU/Ur_bohW-Pc8/s72-c/FML-420x488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-1532965951165160204</id><published>2010-10-12T19:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:13:03.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scott pilgrim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love the way you lie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liquor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the social network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tangled'/><title type='text'>No More Scott Pilgrim.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Get Down by Paul Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TLQ8ZP1gWkI/AAAAAAAACiE/0BBRL88sWj8/s1600/scott_pilgrim_vs_the_world_teaser_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TLQ8ZP1gWkI/AAAAAAAACiE/0BBRL88sWj8/s320/scott_pilgrim_vs_the_world_teaser_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527109047135787586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the most anticipated movies on my list is officially not going to be shown in Malaysia. Thanks, &lt;a href="http://www.lowyat.net/v2/scott-pilgrim-vs-the-world-is-no-show-in-malaysia-the-story.html"&gt;Lowyat.NET&lt;/a&gt;. If it were not for you I would still be sitting idly waiting for it to be released here. Right now, besides &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0398286/"&gt;Tangled&lt;/a&gt;, I'm not looking forward to any other movie which is "Coming Soon" to a theater near me. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1285016/"&gt;The Social Network&lt;/a&gt; seems interesting, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scott Pilgrim vs. The World&lt;/span&gt; is still on the top of my list. I'll just have to get someone do download it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TLRCNqma1dI/AAAAAAAACiM/vm5VCpGq1Cg/s1600/IMG_2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TLRCNqma1dI/AAAAAAAACiM/vm5VCpGq1Cg/s320/IMG_2374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527115445231605202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#%21/profile.php?id=744823977"&gt;Siew Fai&lt;/a&gt; wants his revenge from 2 weeks ago when he lost to me during our padang drinking session, ahha. I told him I'll be going but deep down I don't really feel like going because I've got work on Saturday. We're gonna be drinking at Grand Dorsett, Subang on Friday night. Since the place so high class, I am sure they're supplying Chivas, Black Label and XO instead of padang equivalent liquor. Which is cheap liquor. Which I had to drink a plus minus a fortnight ago. It wasn't funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott Pilgrim and drinking aside, I changed the little music video box on the top right of my blog already. Which made me realize that I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; watched the MV of Love the Way You Lie before. I always manage to only catch a glimpse of the music video coming to an end (when the house is on fire) and that's about it. Somehow or other I was mesmerized by the story - although I barely understood it. A common song very often played nowadays but enjoy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-1532965951165160204?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1532965951165160204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=1532965951165160204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/1532965951165160204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/1532965951165160204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-more-scott-pilgrim.html' title='No More Scott Pilgrim.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TLQ8ZP1gWkI/AAAAAAAACiE/0BBRL88sWj8/s72-c/scott_pilgrim_vs_the_world_teaser_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-6061078353045857687</id><published>2010-10-07T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:22:06.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Wanna Be Left Alone.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: For the First Time by The Script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time to update ever since my last update because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My parents are always on my PC,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've been "studying" for midterms, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I just lost my inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say I've always had much that inspired me before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood swings are destroying me, constantly making me feel like shit all the time. And what's so freaking awesome is that I am not doing anything to fight it off. If you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;fight off mood swings, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why I can not have a relationship. Not for now, at least. After one of my relationships, I have closed my heart, not willing to open it up again after a long time. I suppose you all will think that I am contradicting my own words because not long after one of my break-ups, I hooked up with this guy I barely knew. If I opened up myself to him, we wouldn't have broke up one month later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this quiz on Facebook: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What color is your heart? &lt;/span&gt;I got the color black. Cold and heartless, much. And I do agree. I have become so immune to everything that used to hurt me before. Right now, I do not monitor the things I say and do. Don't even bother to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TK3JVxhIEzI/AAAAAAAAChs/EBuSUewJKHE/s1600/black-heart-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TK3JVxhIEzI/AAAAAAAAChs/EBuSUewJKHE/s320/black-heart-40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525293693760181042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, I have reached a dead-end. Not knowing what to do to make things better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-6061078353045857687?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6061078353045857687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=6061078353045857687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6061078353045857687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6061078353045857687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-just-wanna-be-left-alone.html' title='I Just Wanna Be Left Alone.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TK3JVxhIEzI/AAAAAAAAChs/EBuSUewJKHE/s72-c/black-heart-40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-5249578829794761559</id><published>2010-09-18T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T02:37:14.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tickets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mid Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever 21'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arthur&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pyramid'/><title type='text'>I Love Black. Arthur's Day, You Know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TJO0Tm7F4qI/AAAAAAAAChg/gn7SArR36k8/s1600/chicago6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TJO0Tm7F4qI/AAAAAAAAChg/gn7SArR36k8/s320/chicago6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517952217417900706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Hard To Say I'm Sorry by Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Pyramid in hopes of achieving my goal: getting my Arthur's Day tickets. Sadly the tickets I were aiming to get (RM79) were sold out. Which means I would have to go to either Mid Valley, Lot 10, Bkt Jalil, and some other places I can't recall to get the tickets. Which is quite the troublesome for me ya.  Anywho I ended up buying a black top from Forever 21, which was so not on my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop buying black-colored items before I get labeled as emo or goth. But I can't stop! This is me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;. I love the color black and nobody can stop me from loving it! I feel so comfortable wearing black clothes. But of course I do own clothing of other colors. Except orange. I hate orange. Like the annoying orange. You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TJOztEGTpOI/AAAAAAAAChY/kdVuCtITpbQ/s1600/lasse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TJOztEGTpOI/AAAAAAAAChY/kdVuCtITpbQ/s320/lasse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517951555234669794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEY APPLE. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuckkkkkkkkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-5249578829794761559?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5249578829794761559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=5249578829794761559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/5249578829794761559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/5249578829794761559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-black-arthurs-day-you-know.html' title='I Love Black. Arthur&apos;s Day, You Know?'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TJO0Tm7F4qI/AAAAAAAAChg/gn7SArR36k8/s72-c/chicago6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-7471933899594977517</id><published>2010-09-17T03:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T03:34:21.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Were My Voice When I Couldn't Speak.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Animal by Neon Trees (Such an awesome song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't make promises I can't keep. Or at least promises I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't keep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TJJu6OwuihI/AAAAAAAAChQ/W_jdTOyxKWM/s1600/Bild+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TJJu6OwuihI/AAAAAAAAChQ/W_jdTOyxKWM/s320/Bild+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517594440156219922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why are you so sure that I love you? Actually I shouldn't even be asking you that question because I already know what the answer will be. And it all comes down to me. My actions which have been totally out of my control the past few months. Those things I did to show you that I  have feelings for you, were not real. My deepest, sincerest apologies to you. All I ask from you is to leave me alone because I know what I'm gonna do next. And it'll hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll receive a text message from you very soon questioning me about this. There will be nothing for me to say. All is said here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I hope &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; don't text me asking me if I'm talking about you 'cause if you do I'm going to step on your foot when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna listen to an extremely awesome song? How about the song playing right now on my blog (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-7471933899594977517?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7471933899594977517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=7471933899594977517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7471933899594977517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7471933899594977517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-were-my-voice-when-i-couldnt-speak.html' title='You Were My Voice When I Couldn&apos;t Speak.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TJJu6OwuihI/AAAAAAAAChQ/W_jdTOyxKWM/s72-c/Bild+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-3108591530917528837</id><published>2010-09-14T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T18:25:12.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Tell You I Love You.</title><content type='html'>Listening to : Hey Baby (Drop It To The Floor) by Pitbull ft. T-Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago I typed out a message on my phone. I was about to send it out to him, not giving a damn about what people would say or think about me. I was so fed-up, fed-up with myself and my never-ending excuses to avoid.. it. The feelings that overcame me that night are so very rare, as of late. I've just been so depressed lately, so snappy at everyone. I've been known as someone who hides their feelings perfectly. But no.. Not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I sent out that message, I would regret it now. I just need more time. More time for myself to overcome my fucking mood-swings and to become a better person for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-3108591530917528837?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3108591530917528837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=3108591530917528837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3108591530917528837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3108591530917528837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-i-tell-you-i-love-you.html' title='When I Tell You I Love You.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-4490705732879145565</id><published>2010-09-08T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T18:56:50.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviving a Dead Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TIdr0epJ8uI/AAAAAAAACgw/4MnF4sWS3MQ/s1600/blg1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TIdr0epJ8uI/AAAAAAAACgw/4MnF4sWS3MQ/s320/blg1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514494818061513442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Hero/Heroine by Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayumm I don't know when was the last time I entered my blogsite. Nothing to talk about. Actually loads to but I am just too darn lazy. Thank God I didn't go and get myself a tumblr account if not I think I would just shut down my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway just a short post to let you people know that I will still be updating my blog so don't leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I think the real reason why I stopped updating was because I had nothing emo to talk about anymore. Is that good? Or bad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-4490705732879145565?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4490705732879145565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=4490705732879145565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/4490705732879145565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/4490705732879145565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/09/reviving-dead-blog.html' title='Reviving a Dead Blog.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TIdr0epJ8uI/AAAAAAAACgw/4MnF4sWS3MQ/s72-c/blg1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-7473350453495631473</id><published>2010-08-09T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T15:06:51.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song That Never Fails to Bring Me to Tears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TF7rKL1O0MI/AAAAAAAACgg/viSnRLU_YtM/s1600/oasis1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TF7rKL1O0MI/AAAAAAAACgg/viSnRLU_YtM/s320/oasis1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503094354900603074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Wonderwall by Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to this. Everything is my fault. Nobody else is to blame. Everything I am doing now, everything I have been through, everything I know I am about to face.. I am to be blamed. I already know what I will become very soon. I just don't want to prevent myself from becoming that. Don't ask me why because I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TF7rB5Q0zgI/AAAAAAAACgY/dfLTxJLgRzY/s1600/spain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TF7rB5Q0zgI/AAAAAAAACgY/dfLTxJLgRzY/s320/spain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503094212477111810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I kena sound from my dad because of staying up late every night. I can't help it. I just keep on thinking and thinking and thinking. I am seriously considering sleeping pills. If I can afford them. Those dark eye circles are fucking killing me. And constantly having thoughts swimming around your head when you are dead tired isn't really the best feeling in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do anymore. I don't know what to think. I don't know... if I should just fall into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all the lights that lead the way are blinding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-7473350453495631473?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7473350453495631473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=7473350453495631473' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7473350453495631473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7473350453495631473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/08/song-that-never-fails-to-bring-me-to.html' title='A Song That Never Fails to Bring Me to Tears.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TF7rKL1O0MI/AAAAAAAACgg/viSnRLU_YtM/s72-c/oasis1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-6259620231318394598</id><published>2010-08-06T02:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T21:19:23.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josh hartnett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bradley cooper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peter facinelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot male celebs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fernando torres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashton kutcher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jackson rathbone'/><title type='text'>Not My Average Blog Entry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TFsE_7wRSZI/AAAAAAAACgA/78i1mniZE50/s1600/14oayvk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TFsE_7wRSZI/AAAAAAAACgA/78i1mniZE50/s320/14oayvk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501996866181613970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Dong Jie by Lin Jun Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been surrounded by so many good looking guys recently, they're hard to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start with Mr Demi Moore, Ashton Kutcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TFr5D6lNzVI/AAAAAAAACfo/a0IYfrKfy-0/s1600/Ashton_Kutcher_2008-09-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TFr5D6lNzVI/AAAAAAAACfo/a0IYfrKfy-0/s320/Ashton_Kutcher_2008-09-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501983740446756178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I totally forgot about him after he got married to Demi Moore. He's been like on the low down and Punk'd isn't around anymore and stuff. And all these new good looking celebs are popping up like nobody's business, so I'm sorry Ashton, 'cause I ditched you. I still love you, even though you fucked God knows how many girls in the movie Spread. That movie rekindled my love for you Hahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TFr5CbZ7R5I/AAAAAAAACfQ/g3qkBR6CyGc/s1600/jackson-rathbone9ig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TFr5CbZ7R5I/AAAAAAAACfQ/g3qkBR6CyGc/s320/jackson-rathbone9ig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501983714898036626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson Rathbone. I never really fancied him until I watched Eclipse a few days ago and The Last Airbender just now. I watched the first two installments of the Twilight Saga, only that I never really noticed him because he didn't really say much and I am not much of a vampire fan. He was always too pale. But he was alright in The Last Airbender even though he didn't say much. Again. He's a handsome young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TFr5DAQkzvI/AAAAAAAACfg/2AK5ygs0G5w/s1600/JOSH_HARTNETT_LONDON.0.0.0x0.397x500.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TFr5DAQkzvI/AAAAAAAACfg/2AK5ygs0G5w/s320/JOSH_HARTNETT_LONDON.0.0.0x0.397x500.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501983724790927090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't he look like a young Ethan Hawke? Or more like Ethan Hawke without the scruffiness and shit. I have not seen Josh Hartnett star in any movie in YEARS. I don't know what the hell happened to this hottie but I can't wait to see some action coming from him. I suddenly feel like watching Pearl Harbour, starring both of my fave hunks, Ben Affleck and Josh here. Anyone up for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TFr5ENL4Z6I/AAAAAAAACfw/RK5LyRI1_4Q/s1600/bradley_cooper_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TFr5ENL4Z6I/AAAAAAAACfw/RK5LyRI1_4Q/s320/bradley_cooper_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501983745440769954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been seeing so much of Bradley Cooper lately, his voice and smile is always playing around in my mind whenever it is blank. Valentine's Day, The Hangover, and A-Team are already added into my list of favorite movies. Thanks to Mr Cooper here. My friend showed me a preview of this TV series he starred in, Kitchen Confidential. Holy shit I need to get my hands on it. More of Bradley, YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TFsBQtcrLHI/AAAAAAAACf4/ZoobNU6T2mE/s1600/PeterFacinelli3peterfacinelli2933249274400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TFsBQtcrLHI/AAAAAAAACf4/ZoobNU6T2mE/s320/PeterFacinelli3peterfacinelli2933249274400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501992756352593010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Omaigawd Peter Facinelli is so much more hotter compared to Robert Pattinson. Dude, your dad in Twilight owns your ass x 1000 hahaha. Somehow he looks like Ethan Hawke here too. Hmm.. Or maybe it's just me. He looks alright in Twilight but of course much better without the pale makeup and terrible blond hair. Damn I need to get myself a bib soon because of the excess drool leaking outta my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TFr5Cy49fpI/AAAAAAAACfY/X8K0NCZaow8/s1600/torres19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TFr5Cy49fpI/AAAAAAAACfY/X8K0NCZaow8/s320/torres19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501983721202220690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least, Fernando Jose Torres Sanz (I know he's not an actor but whatever, he still makes my list). No words can describe my love and loyalty to you. Since 2006 okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-6259620231318394598?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6259620231318394598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=6259620231318394598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6259620231318394598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6259620231318394598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-my-average-blog-entry.html' title='Not My Average Blog Entry.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TFsE_7wRSZI/AAAAAAAACgA/78i1mniZE50/s72-c/14oayvk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-783517592479192431</id><published>2010-07-24T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:52:53.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dee.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Duhhhhhhhh. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, I don't know why every time I hear you call me by that name I soften and feel all queasy and shit. Why does it have to be now? Why? Why did you have to do what you did to me? Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define me. Define Denise. I would say.. smudged eyeliner. Almost everyone I know tells me that my eyeliner is smudged and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why don't you get waterproof eyeliner&lt;/span&gt;? I don't want to. I like my smudgy eyeliner. It's me. It's what makes me, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubting myself has always been an issue. I wonder why people tell me I've got plenty of skills when I myself know I've got none. Probably one or two common ones but that's about it. I can't see myself doing anything successful in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delirious. A feeling I have not felt in such a long time. Right now nothing much makes me feel thrilled, or, delirious. Everyday I go thru the same ol' same ol'. I wonder how much more of this I can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to ask about what you want. I don't even know what I want. Actually I do know what I want. I'm just too selfish to let myself have what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Okay time to  harvest my crops on Farmville. Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-783517592479192431?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/783517592479192431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=783517592479192431' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/783517592479192431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/783517592479192431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/07/dee.html' title='Dee.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-928753584974609414</id><published>2010-07-18T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T03:35:18.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Looked Into Your Eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TEIFFcxbKYI/AAAAAAAACfA/8N5ITPVwGP4/s1600/005f5d77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TEIFFcxbKYI/AAAAAAAACfA/8N5ITPVwGP4/s320/005f5d77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494960086526404994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Please Don't Go by CL and Minzy (2NE1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me. Talk to me. Talk to me. Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this fear of quiet people. I try to strike up a conversation but get no response. Making me feel stupid. Stoooopid. Not only because I feel stupid. But also because I've had bad experiences with quiet people. When people are quieter than usual, I start feeling uneasy. Up till now, I still fear quiet people. It's a fear that I fear I would not be able to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in like.. forever? I finally talked to someone who.. talked almost the whole night, and I felt a gush of relief. Finally, someone who talks. Obviously he gave me a chance to talk too, but I prefered to listen to him talk. Since I rarely come across people who talk a lot. Besides, a lot of the things he said made sense and were indeed wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO TALK TO ME. I am attracted to people who talk. Not too much. But, you know, just enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TEIDwWpkPWI/AAAAAAAACe4/48nBVDnumQ0/s1600/l6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TEIDwWpkPWI/AAAAAAAACe4/48nBVDnumQ0/s320/l6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494958624593952098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS: Why did I tell myself that it wouldn't happen? Now I am in a state of confusion I find quite tough to overcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-928753584974609414?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/928753584974609414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=928753584974609414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/928753584974609414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/928753584974609414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-looked-into-your-eyes.html' title='I Looked Into Your Eyes.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TEIFFcxbKYI/AAAAAAAACfA/8N5ITPVwGP4/s72-c/005f5d77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-3835068910373127061</id><published>2010-07-16T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T04:03:29.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Cry If You Saw Me Crying?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TD9oqEmLxrI/AAAAAAAACew/M4bN6zbUJOg/s1600/19as3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TD9oqEmLxrI/AAAAAAAACew/M4bN6zbUJOg/s320/19as3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494225142412986034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Big Girls Don't Cry by Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming someone cold-hearted was never my intention. I hate being this way, feeling this way. It hurts the people around me too. Having a heart of stone, I thought, was a good thing. But it turns out that to some extent, it isn't. Obviously it isn't, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TD9ndPm6ALI/AAAAAAAACeY/f8W7Y6xRmqk/s1600/heart+of+stone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TD9ndPm6ALI/AAAAAAAACeY/f8W7Y6xRmqk/s320/heart+of+stone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494223822518878386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the anger, sadness, and frustration balled up inside me. Not being able to confide in anyone, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried that my friends will judge me for the decisions I make, the things I tell them. I barely have any good ones left. Where did you guys go to? No, seriously. None of you take me seriously. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do to release a partial amount of my feelings is through blogging. But it only helps so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I am not someone who has constant mood swings. As a matter of fact, I barely even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; mood swings. But as of late, my emotions have been running wild and turning my life upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt anybody notices that I am, after all, not a very happy person in the flesh. I have this tendency to hide everything by talking a lot. I guess some people get annoyed, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love it when people talk to me. I love seeing people's facial expressions and their focus on the conversation. It impresses me. It makes me smile, outside and inside. So talk to me more often, you're doing me a huge favor, I guarantee you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, am I a fake? Am I not being myself in front of everyone? Sometimes it's better that way. That way, I am not seeking attention. People don't come asking me what's wrong. But it doesn't matter, everybody sees my emo remarks on Facebook or here anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the pain in my eyes every time you talk to me? I hope you can't. I want to be someone who is happy, inside and out. But for now, I'll just stick to being happy on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to smile at you and let you know I am fine, that everything is okay, and is going to be okay. I want to laugh. Laugh and just forget about all my worries. Just for that split-second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just look at Torres. He makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TD9n5mub_YI/AAAAAAAACeg/EJVxijCdgRg/s1600/torres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TD9n5mub_YI/AAAAAAAACeg/EJVxijCdgRg/s320/torres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494224309760818562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-3835068910373127061?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3835068910373127061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=3835068910373127061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3835068910373127061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3835068910373127061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/07/would-you-cry-if-you-saw-me-crying.html' title='Would You Cry If You Saw Me Crying?'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TD9oqEmLxrI/AAAAAAAACew/M4bN6zbUJOg/s72-c/19as3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-8694728544283566221</id><published>2010-07-14T04:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:48:07.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDzLzrlBImI/AAAAAAAACeI/BQqJPtQb_cI/s1600/nao.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDzLzrlBImI/AAAAAAAACeI/BQqJPtQb_cI/s320/nao.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493489734216917602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Jajauma Hime by Kagrra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights.. Sleepless nights. Why do you torture me so? Why, brain, WHY?! I thought I would be able to get proper sleep tonight. I reached home before midnight and had nothing else to worry about. Group Dynamics - done. Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDzGVg_4UyI/AAAAAAAACdw/6YIEvCt_gNc/s1600/Sleepless_Nights_by_Skybase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDzGVg_4UyI/AAAAAAAACdw/6YIEvCt_gNc/s320/Sleepless_Nights_by_Skybase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493483718422582050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not much of a thinker. Hence, my stupidity. Hence, all the mistakes I've made. Hence, me being me. But lately I've been thinking. A lot. One thought brings me on to another, and another, and another.. You get the point. I always think about having fun, fun, and more fun. But you, me, and the whole damn world knows that life doesn't work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I have screwed up my life upsidedowninsideout from all angles possible. My relationships. My studies. My finances. My priorities. Whatever it is, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDzKKijWT2I/AAAAAAAACd4/kMUDeqJwvVM/s1600/IMG_0895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDzKKijWT2I/AAAAAAAACd4/kMUDeqJwvVM/s320/IMG_0895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493487927907733346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, I am thinking. Right now. At this very moment. Should I turn everything around? Or at least try to? If I do, I won't be me anymore. But I can't do a hundred and one things all at once. I can't be the person everyone wants me to become. I can't fucking please everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am selfish. I've been told. I am. I know. What I'm doing now.. What I am doing now isn't making any sense. Not to anybody. Not to myself. I don't even know whether I need time alone. Or whether I need to get my mind off everything and just go to sleep - which is obviously out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To lighten up my dreary mood a lil', Spain won the World Cup 2010 for the very first time! I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;know everybody knows this already, but I don't care. I am still proud of them and happy for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;them! Denise has been supporting you guys since Day 1 and didn't back down no matter what all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;those assholes out there said about Espanol. It was all worth it! Torres, Casillas, Villa, Iniesta, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fabregas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Puyol, Ramos, Alonso, Xavi, Pique, Capdevilla, Pedro, Llorente. Viva Espana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDzKK5_Io9I/AAAAAAAACeA/lWwYtazCWBM/s1600/37664_410065343140_645013140_4635567_4019812_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDzKK5_Io9I/AAAAAAAACeA/lWwYtazCWBM/s320/37664_410065343140_645013140_4635567_4019812_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493487934198293458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-8694728544283566221?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8694728544283566221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=8694728544283566221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8694728544283566221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8694728544283566221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-sick-and-tired-of-being-sick-and.html' title='I&apos;m Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDzLzrlBImI/AAAAAAAACeI/BQqJPtQb_cI/s72-c/nao.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-1868595205992452368</id><published>2010-07-04T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T18:58:36.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Leave You Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDBpEgzGNqI/AAAAAAAACdQ/sh_dHITNNos/s1600/74274a8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDBpEgzGNqI/AAAAAAAACdQ/sh_dHITNNos/s320/74274a8f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490003472009279138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: I Can Wait Forever by Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone is as lucky as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDA-gVnNaoI/AAAAAAAACcg/9r2GfMimFX8/s1600/IMG_0707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDA-gVnNaoI/AAAAAAAACcg/9r2GfMimFX8/s320/IMG_0707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489956671042972290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To have friends who love you for who you are and not who they want you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDA-htJsvSI/AAAAAAAACco/WCa5yNIvoO4/s1600/IMG_0722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDA-htJsvSI/AAAAAAAACco/WCa5yNIvoO4/s320/IMG_0722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489956694541516066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To have friends whom you can cuss and swear at and they respond by showing you the middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDA-izHAY4I/AAAAAAAACc4/xns2Gob6z2k/s1600/IMG_0735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDA-izHAY4I/AAAAAAAACc4/xns2Gob6z2k/s320/IMG_0735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489956713320702850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To have friends who are dead afraid of heights but still accompany you on a crazy-ass theme-park ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDA-iDFX2HI/AAAAAAAACcw/3oc1L58ZtkE/s1600/IMG_0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDA-iDFX2HI/AAAAAAAACcw/3oc1L58ZtkE/s320/IMG_0732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489956700428949618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To have friends who will stand by you no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDBcanNg7RI/AAAAAAAACdI/uZaB3bsPcO0/s1600/IMG_0777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDBcanNg7RI/AAAAAAAACdI/uZaB3bsPcO0/s320/IMG_0777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489989558036655378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-1868595205992452368?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1868595205992452368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=1868595205992452368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/1868595205992452368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/1868595205992452368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-i-leave-you-tomorrow.html' title='If I Leave You Tomorrow.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TDBpEgzGNqI/AAAAAAAACdQ/sh_dHITNNos/s72-c/74274a8f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-2881281943087125237</id><published>2010-06-29T02:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T02:27:46.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe It's Just Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TCjorqD-KfI/AAAAAAAACbw/Iq2IWHV173g/s1600/hyde3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TCjorqD-KfI/AAAAAAAACbw/Iq2IWHV173g/s320/hyde3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487891982673914354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: New World by L'arc~en~Ciel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could get out of the house before everyone is awake and come back home once everyone is sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would just be there for me when I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would just don't pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would be that person I once knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could tell you everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would just call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would have more time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I am aware of whatever the fuck I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we were strangers again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TCjnUXeiquI/AAAAAAAACbo/Bm6-Qp2mBLw/s1600/2005-10-24-make-a-wish-dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TCjnUXeiquI/AAAAAAAACbo/Bm6-Qp2mBLw/s320/2005-10-24-make-a-wish-dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487890483036465890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish life were that simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-2881281943087125237?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2881281943087125237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=2881281943087125237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/2881281943087125237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/2881281943087125237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/06/maybe-its-just-me.html' title='Maybe It&apos;s Just Me.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TCjorqD-KfI/AAAAAAAACbw/Iq2IWHV173g/s72-c/hyde3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-874667678171504767</id><published>2010-06-27T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T02:29:41.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beloved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TCZG-AC0woI/AAAAAAAACbQ/GtPEwQzPXa0/s1600/8b34aec0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TCZG-AC0woI/AAAAAAAACbQ/GtPEwQzPXa0/s320/8b34aec0.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487151226975208066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Casting Dice by Kanno Youki (Amatsuki OST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PC aku dah pulang kepadakuuuuuuu! I missed using my PC so much. I missed the awesome music blasting from my beloved speakers. Ahhhhh the comfort I seek in thou, my PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all I'm updating about today. Good night :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TCZGvBn-1eI/AAAAAAAACbI/NybvNYMTjBo/s1600/IMG_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TCZGvBn-1eI/AAAAAAAACbI/NybvNYMTjBo/s320/IMG_0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487150969701455330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so hungry I wanna eat egg tarts from Canton-i! Drooooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/Requiem%20for%20a%20Dream_%20The%20Remix%20Project.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-874667678171504767?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/874667678171504767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=874667678171504767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/874667678171504767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/874667678171504767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-beloved.html' title='My Beloved.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TCZG-AC0woI/AAAAAAAACbQ/GtPEwQzPXa0/s72-c/8b34aec0.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-1289689028920109026</id><published>2010-06-24T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T01:15:27.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Control Ahhhhhhh.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: NO MUSIC I LIKE IN MY BRO'S PC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask myself if I have self-control. I am not so sure myself 'cause my level of self-control depends on what I have to control myself doing. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess most of you know that when it comes to me and drinking, I can't control shit. But when it comes to everything else, controlling myself is much more easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TCI9Vpyh6xI/AAAAAAAACa4/cdoPw-kAcTk/s1600/IMG_0610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TCI9Vpyh6xI/AAAAAAAACa4/cdoPw-kAcTk/s320/IMG_0610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486014738295024402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This assignment practically killed my brain cells. It wasn't because it was tough. It was because I can never go out and do assignment with friends. It took me roughly 10 hours to complete this assignment when I could have done it in 3 hours. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*OP: Meet in SS15 at 2 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**WH: Ended up waiting for Angie (again) at college until 3.30 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OP: Do work in SS15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WH: Ended up in McD Taipan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OP: Finish work in McD Taipan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WH: Finished work in Star Cafe, USJ 9. Don't ask me how I managed to do it there, of all places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OP: Complete assignment before 12 AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WH: Completed assignment at 2 AM. And I was the earliest to finish lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OP: Everyone goes home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WH: Jovi &amp;amp; Tanzy slept outside my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing that went right that night was that we went to play L4D after we completed our work. Which was a big mistake 'cause I ended up with a killer migraine the next day in class and had to leave during break. I think my lecturer hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Original Plan&lt;br /&gt;**What Happened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-1289689028920109026?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1289689028920109026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=1289689028920109026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/1289689028920109026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/1289689028920109026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/06/self-control-ahhhhhhh.html' title='Self-Control Ahhhhhhh.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TCI9Vpyh6xI/AAAAAAAACa4/cdoPw-kAcTk/s72-c/IMG_0610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-6926503010451453978</id><published>2010-06-23T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T11:16:24.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOWWWWWW.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Nothing. My bro's PC has sucky music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been like forever since I last updated my blog. That's because I was busy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that but my PC crashed and now the only usable PC in the house is my brother's. Which, of course, everybody fights for. And at the end of the day, my mum gets to use it 'cause she is our mother after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once she gets hold of it she sticks to it for a few hours playing Facebook applications. OHMYG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my PC fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah I update already. Short and boring, I know. Just give me some time I'll post up a picture or two soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-6926503010451453978?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6926503010451453978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=6926503010451453978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6926503010451453978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6926503010451453978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/06/wowwwwww.html' title='WOWWWWWW.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-65966324477911057</id><published>2010-06-11T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:20:53.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotyped.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TBINUj_vfpI/AAAAAAAACaw/b0JcDPoDuz4/s1600/61xPSGQdidL._SL500_SS90_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TBINUj_vfpI/AAAAAAAACaw/b0JcDPoDuz4/s320/61xPSGQdidL._SL500_SS90_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481458343374454418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: The Hell Song by Sum 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, I was at Hartamas with a few friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jovi    : Denise, how often do you go to clubs? I'm sure you go damn often wan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tanzy: Yeah, she go damn often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me     : I never step foot in a club before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jovi's jaw dropped. Me and Tanzy laughed. No, seriously. I have never step foot into a club before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't believe nobody believes me every time I say I don't club and have never been in a club before! Is it so unbelievable? Kena stereotype already );&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-65966324477911057?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/65966324477911057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=65966324477911057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/65966324477911057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/65966324477911057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/06/stereotyped.html' title='Stereotyped.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TBINUj_vfpI/AAAAAAAACaw/b0JcDPoDuz4/s72-c/61xPSGQdidL._SL500_SS90_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-6050270145519742828</id><published>2010-06-11T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:08:59.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eff Off Please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TBENiX2r2-I/AAAAAAAACao/seaAO0TwYDE/s1600/mariah-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TBENiX2r2-I/AAAAAAAACao/seaAO0TwYDE/s320/mariah-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481177105656699874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: When You Believe by Mariah Carey &amp;amp; Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I last went to church. A few days ago, I was having a conversation with a good friend of mine on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A   : B asking me whether you still going to church a not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Lol. Then what did you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A   : I said I don't know. But I told them you got go church with friends once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Oh, okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A   : B told me, they always ajak you go church but you always cannot make it. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Huh? B never text me at all. ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A   : No meh? B said they got call you wor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Goddammit, NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, B? Can you please stop telling A that you ajak me go church when you actually didn't contact me for, say, almost 2 months already? And then you tell him that I always not free to go to church?! Like wtf please? Please don't overdo it (not that I can do anything about it, but yeah). Now I lagi don't feel like going to church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-6050270145519742828?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6050270145519742828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=6050270145519742828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6050270145519742828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6050270145519742828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/06/eff-off-please.html' title='Eff Off Please.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TBENiX2r2-I/AAAAAAAACao/seaAO0TwYDE/s72-c/mariah-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-2204716886090845284</id><published>2010-06-08T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T18:39:11.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is an Extremely Small World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TA4drvKKnWI/AAAAAAAACag/0_URyZZn4gU/s1600/mariah-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TA4drvKKnWI/AAAAAAAACag/0_URyZZn4gU/s320/mariah-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480350433787157858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: I Wanna Know What Love Is by Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or so ago I was talking to a friend of Angie's. Blablabla, then I wanted to ask him which high school he was from. Before I could pop the question, Angie's boyfriend, Vincent, told me that this guy was his high school junior. From what I know, Vincent was from SMK USJ 12. So this guy should be from USJ 12 too! He was the same age as me so I asked him if he knew a friend of mine from USJ 12. The look on his face immediately changed. Ha ha ha! What a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TA4dDz50sjI/AAAAAAAACaY/-yp-Cor1150/s1600/IMG_0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TA4dDz50sjI/AAAAAAAACaY/-yp-Cor1150/s320/IMG_0467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480349747866022450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend, I was having a few drinks with Hy, Ah Boy and Angie. Somehow or other I was talking about this guy I used to like. Angie wasn't really paying attention. Until later when she heard me mention his name, she asked me what his English name is. After I told her, she downed her Tiger beer without hesitation with a look of anger on displayed all over her face. She told me why she hated him later on. What a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, I was shisha-ing with Angie and Vincent. I asked Vincent if he knew Jin Young. Previously, I went through some photos in Angie's phone. And I saw a picture of Jin Young. I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know Jin Young&lt;/span&gt;?! Angie said he was Vincent's best friend. And then I remembered, Jin Young was from USJ 12 before coming over to SMKBK. What a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why all 3 paragraphs involve Angie and her boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-2204716886090845284?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2204716886090845284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=2204716886090845284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/2204716886090845284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/2204716886090845284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-is-extremely-small-world.html' title='It Is an Extremely Small World.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TA4drvKKnWI/AAAAAAAACag/0_URyZZn4gU/s72-c/mariah-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-8883843797303587786</id><published>2010-06-07T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:37:36.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid, Much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAyrvkEXC0I/AAAAAAAACZo/LfVNWjit3sE/s1600/hayley2312.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAyrvkEXC0I/AAAAAAAACZo/LfVNWjit3sE/s320/hayley2312.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479943680227216194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Airplanes (Part 2) by B.o.B. ft. Hayley Williams &amp;amp; Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was chatting with Fcy almost an hour ago on MSN. She told me that she collected her exam results already. Her results weren't satisfactory, much. I am fearful of mine now. All I can do now is pray and hope that I did not fail my Macroeconomics paper. I am, after all, quite bad at it. No matter how many people tell me how amazingly easy it is, I never really quite understood it. Maybe it was because I was never interested in it. Or maybe it was because I saw mushrooms floating around the class during Ms. Chaw's lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it is because I am just plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tommy Cheong Wan Fei, I miss talking to you. Let's meet up soon when you're back in KK - and bring Stephy (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-8883843797303587786?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8883843797303587786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=8883843797303587786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8883843797303587786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8883843797303587786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/06/stupid-much.html' title='Stupid, Much?'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAyrvkEXC0I/AAAAAAAACZo/LfVNWjit3sE/s72-c/hayley2312.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-6532377541551600012</id><published>2010-06-05T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T03:52:18.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pianoforte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAos13p2lVI/AAAAAAAACZY/bw0WJMitPAE/s1600/0005wtxq.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAos13p2lVI/AAAAAAAACZY/bw0WJMitPAE/s320/0005wtxq.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479241200633812306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Fifteen by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not touched my piano in months. Two months? Or maybe even more. I'm not so sure. My dad wanted to sell off my piano because it takes up a lot of space and no one touches it. Very true. But no matter what, I would not agree to the selling of my piano. It is there for me whenever I am feeling down. Somehow when I feel unhappy (which is quite rare), I seek comfort in my piano. Even though I am not very good at it and can only memorize &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; song by heart, it gives me the refuge I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAosQPP1FxI/AAAAAAAACZQ/6ufUx70W87Q/s1600/piano_keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAosQPP1FxI/AAAAAAAACZQ/6ufUx70W87Q/s320/piano_keys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479240554132084498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was feeling quite depressed during lunch time, and no one is to be blamed except myself. I was not thinking straight. I was asking myself so many Whys and Hows, all those questions clogged up my brain. I wasn't in the mood to do anything. My undying hunger was already dying. To those of you who don't know, I need to eat at least every 3 hours. I did not have any breakfast before work. My usual self would be starving after work. But today, I barely felt those hunger pangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had my lunch at almost 3 with Zk at McDs. McDs for lunch two days in a row is not what I fancy but I could not think of anything else to eat at that time. Thanks for accompanying me for lunch, Nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAosPw_GImI/AAAAAAAACZI/JeL222BS6Vk/s1600/DSC00981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAosPw_GImI/AAAAAAAACZI/JeL222BS6Vk/s320/DSC00981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479240546008834658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came home tired and not very satisfied with my large Big Mac set. I rotted around the house contemplating between sleeping or going online. I went online. Obviously. Couldn't hold in my emotions and let them go on MSN. Wanna thank Beng, Yiwei and Fuu for asking whether I was okay. Wanna thank Fuu for just talking to me even though you didn't help out much lol. But yeah, thanks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed playing my piano. I was still feeling depressed and all the Whys and Hows started swirling around my head again. I saw my piano. I saw my brother sleeping. I looked at the thin layer of dust settled comfortably on top of my piano lid. I lifted it up, sat on my piano bench, and my fingers automatically played the keys of the only song I can memorize by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear streamed down my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am feeling so much better compared to this afternoon. I can think more clearly. All those Whys and Hows are finally answered. Well, most of them are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-6532377541551600012?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6532377541551600012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=6532377541551600012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6532377541551600012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6532377541551600012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/06/pianoforte.html' title='Pianoforte.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAos13p2lVI/AAAAAAAACZY/bw0WJMitPAE/s72-c/0005wtxq.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-916762584963204098</id><published>2010-06-04T16:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T15:44:15.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss Time Life.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Do You Know (The Ping Pong Song) by Enrique Iglesias &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAjUpa7t37I/AAAAAAAACYo/g1GjBtszqeo/s1600/1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAjUpa7t37I/AAAAAAAACYo/g1GjBtszqeo/s320/1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478862754765725618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would you do if you knew that your time in life is ticking away by  the minute? A mysterious "referee" appears in front of individuals in  their dying moments while living their usual lives, and announces the  exact amount of time they have left to live. Each individual must make a  quick decision on how to best spend the time remaining before his or  her time expires.  --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/User:Groink" title="User:Groink"&gt;groink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAixKvHk-HI/AAAAAAAACXg/GDCBmx3kgYc/s1600/200912-26-131421-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAixKvHk-HI/AAAAAAAACXg/GDCBmx3kgYc/s320/200912-26-131421-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478823744701266034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drama has got me thinking about what I would do if I had a certain amount of time left to live. Until now I can't really think about what I would want to do if, say, I had another 3 hours left to live my life. Would I want to spend it all on my friends? My family? My boyfriend? One hour for each then, ha ha. If I really was given a few hours left to live, I would probably be crying my eyes out telling everyone how much I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAi2C0EzoqI/AAAAAAAACXo/6au60cw2RPM/s1600/Image0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAi2C0EzoqI/AAAAAAAACXo/6au60cw2RPM/s320/Image0099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478829106151006882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would withdraw all my money out from my bank account and spend it all on my loved ones. A PS3 for my dad. A PC for my mum. A graphic card for my brother. A Sony Ericsson hand phone for my sister. A carton of cigs for my boyfriend (ha ha, you wish lah) - buy Fred Perry shirts for you okay? I don't know what Yi Zhong wants so I'll give her an ang pau ha ha. And then I'll belanja every one else drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAn-y5fraxI/AAAAAAAACYw/jBnRO5j6Kzs/s1600/29842_441044098055_684483055_5807675_2174872_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAn-y5fraxI/AAAAAAAACYw/jBnRO5j6Kzs/s320/29842_441044098055_684483055_5807675_2174872_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479190572053523218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAjUIFpTt5I/AAAAAAAACYg/6wOj6KlI2Ls/s1600/IMG_0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAjUIFpTt5I/AAAAAAAACYg/6wOj6KlI2Ls/s320/IMG_0395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478862182115686290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAi2Eu9bzNI/AAAAAAAACYI/d-vGn2oEcno/s1600/18875_246941155894_727785894_3854716_2965389_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAi2Eu9bzNI/AAAAAAAACYI/d-vGn2oEcno/s320/18875_246941155894_727785894_3854716_2965389_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478829139137645778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAi2D4bBwDI/AAAAAAAACX4/k_bdhuyLt2k/s1600/IMG_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAi2D4bBwDI/AAAAAAAACX4/k_bdhuyLt2k/s320/IMG_0246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478829124497817650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAi2gcqSEvI/AAAAAAAACYQ/BT72B59R9R8/s1600/Image0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAi2gcqSEvI/AAAAAAAACYQ/BT72B59R9R8/s320/Image0120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478829615261815538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAi2EJ6hb0I/AAAAAAAACYA/RlveAUwD704/s1600/25246_109359029098248_100000724545321_113243_2501644_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAi2EJ6hb0I/AAAAAAAACYA/RlveAUwD704/s320/25246_109359029098248_100000724545321_113243_2501644_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478829129193320258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All in 3 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Credits to &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/"&gt;http://wiki.d-addicts.com/&lt;/a&gt; for the paragraph in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Italic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-916762584963204098?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/916762584963204098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=916762584963204098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/916762584963204098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/916762584963204098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/06/loss-time-life.html' title='Loss Time Life.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAjUpa7t37I/AAAAAAAACYo/g1GjBtszqeo/s72-c/1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-6736365300535476408</id><published>2010-06-03T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T13:36:01.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Watch Toy Story 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAc_HJC6OqI/AAAAAAAACXY/BezbRyXIy_M/s1600/003y6x12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAc_HJC6OqI/AAAAAAAACXY/BezbRyXIy_M/s320/003y6x12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478416863639255714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: 하루 하루 (Haru Haru) by Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna watch it bad! Despite all the rubbish coming from some friends who say that cartoons are for kids, I beg to differ. I grew up watching Toy Story 1 and Toy Story 2. Being 19 isn't going to stop me from watching the long-awaited Toy Story 3! I was so excited about it, I actually thought it was going to be showing in cinemas almost 2 months ago. That was because I saw the poster for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toy Story 1 &amp;amp; 2 Marathon in 3D&lt;/span&gt; - not Toy Story 3 ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new toy that really caught my attention when I watched the trailer a few months back was, of course, none other than Ken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAc6NS7HkyI/AAAAAAAACXQ/C0X_UVVKaHI/s1600/ken_toy_story_3_new-resized-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAc6NS7HkyI/AAAAAAAACXQ/C0X_UVVKaHI/s320/ken_toy_story_3_new-resized-600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478411471812006690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at him! Doesn't he just look adorable? That sexy charming smile and body clad in blue (not really my favorite color but it works for me anyway). Oh, and let's not forget that nice ascot Barbie pointed out in the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I still laugh every time I watch the trailer and Ken wails out that he isn't a girl's toy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-6736365300535476408?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6736365300535476408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=6736365300535476408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6736365300535476408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6736365300535476408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wanna-watch-toy-story-3.html' title='I Wanna Watch Toy Story 3!'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/TAc_HJC6OqI/AAAAAAAACXY/BezbRyXIy_M/s72-c/003y6x12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-2332037655082877009</id><published>2010-05-26T02:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T02:54:57.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WoOying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S_waFhOSt5I/AAAAAAAACXI/yPCcIKd919s/s1600/002wc72k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S_waFhOSt5I/AAAAAAAACXI/yPCcIKd919s/s320/002wc72k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475279929095665554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Undisclosed Desires by Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything will change, but love remains the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I gaze into those eyes, I can't help but smile. Smile at how incredibly great every thing has been for me the past week. I'm caught up in my own world, a world where nothing and no one can interrupt me basking in the joy that only he can bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long? How long can this feeling last? I only have 4 days left. 4 days to lie down on my bed of roses. 4 days. Too fast. It's going by too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come June, every thing will be different. Will I be able to take the hard hit which is slowly making it's way towards me? I don't know. I thought I could, but after opening my eyes and thinking. Thinking and thinking. I might not be able to take control of everything the way I thought I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope dangles on a string.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not felt so down in quite some time. All I've been doing is enjoying my freedom for a month plus. I was not willing to give up my freedom. Wasn't it obvious? The night I made you a promise and broke it a few hours later. I could see the disappointment and anger written all over your face. I misused your trust. And who else is there to blame except myself. Up till now, I am still sad and disappointed with myself. What I did was so selfish and inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Baby, I think my decision to accept you into my life is something not worth thinking twice about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I both know this is gonna be tough, but you and I both know, too, that I love you Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S_wY6bSfeRI/AAAAAAAACXA/8gGIQC8g8_I/s1600/IMG_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S_wY6bSfeRI/AAAAAAAACXA/8gGIQC8g8_I/s320/IMG_0292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475278639012477202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-2332037655082877009?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2332037655082877009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=2332037655082877009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/2332037655082877009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/2332037655082877009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/wooying.html' title='WoOying.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S_waFhOSt5I/AAAAAAAACXI/yPCcIKd919s/s72-c/002wc72k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-3693666566610882188</id><published>2010-05-20T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T13:08:55.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry Your Eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S_OVOOyWyqI/AAAAAAAACWo/zJb-8hxyNAs/s1600/11692646.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S_OVOOyWyqI/AAAAAAAACWo/zJb-8hxyNAs/s320/11692646.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472882043905297058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: 不能说的秘密 [Bu Neng Shuo De Mi Mi] by 周杰伦 [Jay Chou]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S_OUKwhA5jI/AAAAAAAACWg/DIkZsvdDpAY/s1600/Image0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S_OUKwhA5jI/AAAAAAAACWg/DIkZsvdDpAY/s320/Image0123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472880884728260146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-3693666566610882188?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3693666566610882188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=3693666566610882188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3693666566610882188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3693666566610882188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/dry-your-eyes.html' title='Dry Your Eyes.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S_OVOOyWyqI/AAAAAAAACWo/zJb-8hxyNAs/s72-c/11692646.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-3976860423243640328</id><published>2010-05-19T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T04:19:13.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S_L18HDrjiI/AAAAAAAACWY/_OM_XJ3r2Zk/s1600/000309we.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S_L18HDrjiI/AAAAAAAACWY/_OM_XJ3r2Zk/s320/000309we.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472706910244015650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: 웨딩드레스 (Wedding Dress) by 태양 (Taeyang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There has just been so much going on lately, I missed the chance to go watch some stand-up comedy show at Jaya One. Bleh. I won a pair of tickets from Nuffnang, but with all the shit going on, I forgot to check my mail to confirm the reservation and now my tickets have been revoked. And I only have myself to blame. The show is tonight. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It hurts every time I look at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got so, so many things going thru my head right now. I don't know how to handle the situation. I don't know whether things will improve or not. I have a feeling it will, but I can't risk taking anything for granted. Once the new semester starts, I'm gonna be quite fucked. All I can do is hope for the best and pray that God would help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S_L1uZyK8jI/AAAAAAAACWI/73zyiQirXN0/s1600/a-prayer-for-times-like-these.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S_L1uZyK8jI/AAAAAAAACWI/73zyiQirXN0/s320/a-prayer-for-times-like-these.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472706674752680498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I need to go back to church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-3976860423243640328?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3976860423243640328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=3976860423243640328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3976860423243640328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3976860423243640328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/whatever.html' title='Whatever.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S_L18HDrjiI/AAAAAAAACWY/_OM_XJ3r2Zk/s72-c/000309we.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-3636058563300660456</id><published>2010-05-10T03:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:26:31.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad, The KS-er.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S-cLfLu07YI/AAAAAAAACVs/7NwDCoL4a6U/s1600/adam16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S-cLfLu07YI/AAAAAAAACVs/7NwDCoL4a6U/s320/adam16.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469352902817803650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Whataya Want From Me by Adam Lambert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was - still am actually - so hungry, I started scavenging the house for food. Usually, lady luck is never on my side. But tonight, I found food, sweet food! But an unfortunate event took place, and now I am sleepy and hungry. I can't decide whether to sleep or to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking around the house looking for food, then I spotted the last Chipsmore in the biscuit container. YESSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa: What are you eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did I forget to mention that my dad was at his PC playing with some random application on Facebook? Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, Chipsmore.&lt;br /&gt;Pa: Give me one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But.. it's the last one.&lt;br /&gt;Pa: You ate at mamak just now, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But I didn't eat at mamak.&lt;br /&gt;Pa: You go out mamak so long, don't eat? Then do what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um.. But you always pao the Chipsmore at night, and every thing else that doesn't need to be cooked.&lt;br /&gt;Pa: Who call you to stay out all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Me: But.. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gave my cookie to him. Big bully ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, to cook or not to cook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Happy Mother's Day Mummy! I love you! Hope you like the card the 3 of us got for you and the, ouch, expensive dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S-cKfouSqJI/AAAAAAAACVk/XAjVQz6ieHg/s1600/Image0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S-cKfouSqJI/AAAAAAAACVk/XAjVQz6ieHg/s320/Image0099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469351811088558226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do excuse the bad quality picture. My phone sudah cacat and I've got no camera ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-3636058563300660456?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3636058563300660456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=3636058563300660456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3636058563300660456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3636058563300660456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-dad-ks-er.html' title='My Dad, The KS-er.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S-cLfLu07YI/AAAAAAAACVs/7NwDCoL4a6U/s72-c/adam16.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-8363740274672688106</id><published>2010-05-04T04:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T02:27:39.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Oh Oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S984v_quouI/AAAAAAAACVU/GX20jDG2N-w/s1600/jay1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S984v_quouI/AAAAAAAACVU/GX20jDG2N-w/s320/jay1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467150869846729442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: 暗號 [An Hao] by 周杰倫 [Jay Chou]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;030510, Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed out until 5.30 AM with Kai Rong, JJ and Quek. I got fucked by my mum. Then she fucked my dad. Then my dad dulan and fucked me. Okay that sounded wrong but I suppose you get the point. I ended up sleeping at 6.30 AM because my parents were nagging me. I finally have a curfew - 1 AM. My dad set my curfew at midnight but I argued for 1 AM. 12 AM is just nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for this week I am going to be home by 1. Just to make my parents, especially my dad, happy. Then I'll go back to my usual ways (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;040510, Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was 2.30 AM, I received a call from Kr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kr: I'm coming to KK now. I'll pass you your phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you didn't know, I left my phone in his car the night before. He called my sister's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was 3.30 AM, I received a call from Kr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kr: Hello? You sleeping is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Yesssssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kr: I'm coming over now to pass you your phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we talked a bit more. But all small talk. I am too lazy to include everything here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked downstairs because I wasn't sleepy already. My dad was still awake, playing some game apps on Facebook. I walked downstairs and sat beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pa: Cannot sleep ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: No, my friend coming over to pass me my phone now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pa: WHAT?! So late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pa: Okay then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was like 10 seconds of silence. Then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pa: Eh, eh, is he on his way here now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Yeah, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pa: Can you ask him to get me a box of ciggies? Kent Silver Neo. I pay him back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: ... ... Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Kr, he said he had no cash on him so he brought me out to 7e to get my dad's ciggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and passed him his ciggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pa: Why you come home so fast wan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down beside him and booted up my PC. Here I am blogging because I just don't know how to respond to the last question Papa asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S984NLVre-I/AAAAAAAACVM/0QLRSKqcezk/s1600/IMG_6165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S984NLVre-I/AAAAAAAACVM/0QLRSKqcezk/s320/IMG_6165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467150271684246498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know you're reading this Kai (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-8363740274672688106?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8363740274672688106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=8363740274672688106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8363740274672688106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8363740274672688106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-oh-oh.html' title='Oh Oh Oh.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S984v_quouI/AAAAAAAACVU/GX20jDG2N-w/s72-c/jay1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-6932809889109441752</id><published>2010-05-02T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T02:46:32.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S9xtNItsgPI/AAAAAAAACU0/6BFMrjmhfnQ/s1600/227.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S9xtNItsgPI/AAAAAAAACU0/6BFMrjmhfnQ/s320/227.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466364120165810418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Because Of You by Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am trying very hard to hold back the urge to pour out everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been eating like a monster. I can't really figure out why. Never bothered to Google  it up, and most probably not going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S9xre-SS6iI/AAAAAAAACUs/5TMTo2WBK_Y/s1600/food2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S9xre-SS6iI/AAAAAAAACUs/5TMTo2WBK_Y/s320/food2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466362227580922402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but miss you sometimes. Sometimes. You pop up in my mind every once in a while, especially when I am alone doing nothing. I need to get my mind off you. And quick. Before I start to have a change of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry if I have been a bit emotional lately. I tend to become someone different occasionally. Which sucks. It's unfair for you to put up with it. But I'm not being this way only to you. I have not been myself in front of everyone lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna go out with you. But I can't find a reason to go out with you. Am I being paranoid? I think I am. I don't know why we suddenly drifted apart. But it hurts, kind of. Should I just tell you? I think I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I should do with you. Seriously. I am kind of stuck in a rut here. And it ain't fun. I wanna go out with you but then again, I don't. I am not willing to risk anything. But I feel happy when I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have enough to deal with. You telling me things I don't want to hear isn't really making my life any easier. I guess you don't need me to tell you this again. but you know what my decision is and what it always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just chill the fuck out lah Denise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you, Haziq Riza, for chatting with me on Facebook and saving me from boredom (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-6932809889109441752?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6932809889109441752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=6932809889109441752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6932809889109441752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6932809889109441752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-know.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S9xtNItsgPI/AAAAAAAACU0/6BFMrjmhfnQ/s72-c/227.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-8244539631857035242</id><published>2010-04-22T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:27:29.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S89BrJseePI/AAAAAAAACUE/u0Dx-uK6QVc/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S89BrJseePI/AAAAAAAACUE/u0Dx-uK6QVc/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462657082616346866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Never Knew I Needed by Ne-Yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have got a lot. A lot of rubbish in my house. A lot of studying to do. A lot of sleeping hours to replace. A lot of friends (cheh). A lot of things to catch up on. A lot of freedom. A lot of.. things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why the title?! 'Cause I love that song! It's awesome. Together with "I Will Always Love You" by Whitney Houston. Classics. Yes, Charice Pempengco is really good at singing these two songs and made my hair stand on end. But Whitney will always be #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Happy Birthday Brandon Ho! Bila mau pool? I belanja. Or most likely me and your sis lah :p hehe. I can't believe I have already known you for 8 freaking years (same goes to you Audrey)! I have watched you grow up from this lil' kid with red lips and centred-parting hair into this good-looking young man with a great personality. Keep it up dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna thank all of you who have been there for me. Despite the title of my post, I have got everything I could ever ask for. Especially you guys. I love the all of you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S886RFXvmRI/AAAAAAAACTM/brcSBWyeHAI/s1600/IMG_5850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S886RFXvmRI/AAAAAAAACTM/brcSBWyeHAI/s320/IMG_5850.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462648938197653778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother, Nic *bodoh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S886P-5bFzI/AAAAAAAACS0/fOTnwR0cM0A/s1600/IMG_5275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S886P-5bFzI/AAAAAAAACS0/fOTnwR0cM0A/s320/IMG_5275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462648919279998770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my sister, Hannah *hearts you retard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S886PW1wlxI/AAAAAAAACSs/a21AJgz8TMQ/s1600/IMG_6053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S886PW1wlxI/AAAAAAAACSs/a21AJgz8TMQ/s320/IMG_6053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462648908527212306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tanzy and Fcy *hearts!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S889MyTxImI/AAAAAAAACTU/U1Wa8p8LqPs/s1600/Photo0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S889MyTxImI/AAAAAAAACTU/U1Wa8p8LqPs/s320/Photo0351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462652162896110178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason *beat you in pool!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S88-QqkPg5I/AAAAAAAACTc/IOXwKN0ajfY/s1600/Image235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S88-QqkPg5I/AAAAAAAACTc/IOXwKN0ajfY/s320/Image235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462653329048830866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joshuas Ng and Quek. I will remember this night forever *heartshearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course how could I ever forget, Liew Yi Zhong! I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S89AgP7D1hI/AAAAAAAACTk/sBfwC6qt-TE/s1600/n727785894_1545396_6303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S89AgP7D1hI/AAAAAAAACTk/sBfwC6qt-TE/s320/n727785894_1545396_6303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462655795797939730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;High school ARGHHHH I miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S89Ags-6-nI/AAAAAAAACTs/j1wumqcaW8c/s1600/21561_254571769480_569904480_3047242_7650462_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S89Ags-6-nI/AAAAAAAACTs/j1wumqcaW8c/s320/21561_254571769480_569904480_3047242_7650462_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462655803598764658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Significant event: Your 19th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S89Ag-wns6I/AAAAAAAACT0/oZL9pk7Pquc/s1600/22261_1299656258991_1457947230_30821748_4642095_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S89Ag-wns6I/AAAAAAAACT0/oZL9pk7Pquc/s320/22261_1299656258991_1457947230_30821748_4642095_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462655808370619298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And just some high school reunion (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You extra special so dapat 3 pictures &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: To those whose pictures I did not post up, I'm sorry it's because I don't have a picture of us! But you definitely know who you guys are *HEARTS!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-8244539631857035242?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8244539631857035242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=8244539631857035242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8244539631857035242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8244539631857035242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-nothing.html' title='I Have Nothing.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S89BrJseePI/AAAAAAAACUE/u0Dx-uK6QVc/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-773134602968441670</id><published>2010-04-20T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:16:59.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S82a_I28OQI/AAAAAAAACSc/fsMyzrHEYAA/s1600/6s456o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S82a_I28OQI/AAAAAAAACSc/fsMyzrHEYAA/s320/6s456o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462192332570638594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: In The Closet by Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, I am sorry for no updating on the stuff I said I would update on. Been really busy lately! Still am actually. Nothing is inspiring me. Give me some inspiration people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My assignments are 90% done. Now all that's left is my photography portfolio. I can't seem to decide on a good landscape picture. Because I don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; a good landscape picture. Which sucks. Warghhhhh! Oh, talking about photography, I'm going out with Angie to Subang or wherever to snap her Creative and Black and White photos later. I am so damn tired but she offered to spend me Shisha so I said okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S82YeW9lOQI/AAAAAAAACSU/r1PXV4To2oQ/s1600/5491_276290575248_712415248_8573941_5581667_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S82YeW9lOQI/AAAAAAAACSU/r1PXV4To2oQ/s320/5491_276290575248_712415248_8573941_5581667_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462189570397649154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG Kevin Ravi Choo it has been forever since I last saw you. Come back to KK lah woi. Miss you lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-773134602968441670?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/773134602968441670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=773134602968441670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/773134602968441670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/773134602968441670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S82a_I28OQI/AAAAAAAACSc/fsMyzrHEYAA/s72-c/6s456o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-3544190019170175546</id><published>2010-04-15T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:00:01.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8ZzAMCFF7I/AAAAAAAACSM/UMHW0kQAkyk/s1600/sara01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8ZzAMCFF7I/AAAAAAAACSM/UMHW0kQAkyk/s320/sara01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460178045300447154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Gravity by Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you the surge of emotions I am feeling right now, and was feeling yesterday. I sobbed so badly. So badly... I guess you did too, because I only started crying after I heard your voice breaking. It pains me so, to see you like this. I'm sorry. Don't wait up for me. Don't waste your time. Don't love me like anymore like how you did before. It hurts seeing you love me so much while mine can't even compare to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to say anymore. I'd rather not talk about anything we talked about over here. Those are our personal memories, our last few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8ZxsAVd89I/AAAAAAAACSE/fbnv6sWOJ1U/s1600/6169_142946428055_684483055_3422119_3121353_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8ZxsAVd89I/AAAAAAAACSE/fbnv6sWOJ1U/s320/6169_142946428055_684483055_3422119_3121353_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460176599051531218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, I'll always remember the sound of your heartbeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-3544190019170175546?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3544190019170175546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=3544190019170175546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3544190019170175546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3544190019170175546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/collide.html' title='Collide.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8ZzAMCFF7I/AAAAAAAACSM/UMHW0kQAkyk/s72-c/sara01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-118759294781034173</id><published>2010-04-06T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:49:32.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Things Don't Go As Planned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S7tXvkQYkJI/AAAAAAAACRs/mTdmJR6fSEw/s1600/coldplay_speed4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S7tXvkQYkJI/AAAAAAAACRs/mTdmJR6fSEw/s320/coldplay_speed4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457051848187351186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: The Scientist by Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to update my blog a few days after the previous entry. But Streamyx had to be a bitch and cut my internet off for one fucking week. If it weren't for my dad who threatened to write in to the newspaper about their crappy service, I would be far away from being able to access the World Wide Web. While I am enjoying my internet service at home, Tanzy has been unable to access the internet over at his side of KL. Soooo ngammmm. He is, therefore, rotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides my internet not being able to function the past week, I went back to Taiping for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ching Ming&lt;/span&gt;. Which was not as bad as I thought it was going to be. Besides getting attacked by leeches and mosquitoes of sizes you would not want to imagine - oh and also partially hiking the cemetery placed on top of the hill - it was okay. Weather back there was awesome. So cooling compared to the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, should I update on one of the topics I previewed in my previous post. But.. that will come up in my next post I suppose. Aku mintak maaf! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Baby I had an awesome day today with you. And your funny friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-118759294781034173?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/118759294781034173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=118759294781034173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/118759294781034173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/118759294781034173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-things-dont-go-as-planned.html' title='When Things Don&apos;t Go As Planned.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S7tXvkQYkJI/AAAAAAAACRs/mTdmJR6fSEw/s72-c/coldplay_speed4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-2436229984972303418</id><published>2010-03-25T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:16:13.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Late, But Happy Anniversary Anyway Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sNLeaE2QI/AAAAAAAACRk/1S8kDPbLh84/s1600/lumiicon_kjk_01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sNLeaE2QI/AAAAAAAACRk/1S8kDPbLh84/s320/lumiicon_kjk_01.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452466264654272770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Only Wind by Kim Jong Kook &amp;amp; SG Wannabe (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At last my informative speech and drama performance for P. Speaking is over. Next, persuasive speech. BAH! I have not been updating frequently because, well, life's just been hectic lately. My Macroeconomics midterm result is very, very bad. I have decided to dedicate an hour of my day to studying properly. Don't laugh at me. Don't tell me I've got strong willpower. Please give me your full support. I really don't want to flunk this subject. Or any subject for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;170310, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to  Pyramid with Baby. After such a long, long, long time. It has just been so long since we've actually went out together properly. What was different about this outing was that, I bought stuff! We usually go to Pyramid and just rot our assess off. Baby bought me a new pair of wedges, buffet lunch at Sakae Sushi, a new novel - Lovely Bones, earrings, something else I don't want to reveal, and a new pet! I was a happy happy girl. Thank you so much Baby. Sayang youuuu (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sCz8KeVeI/AAAAAAAACQ0/KFSC3hnwRO0/s1600/IMG_4694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sCz8KeVeI/AAAAAAAACQ0/KFSC3hnwRO0/s320/IMG_4694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452454865208759778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Sakae Sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sCzEe1NKI/AAAAAAAACQs/ZJi5D5jN0AY/s1600/IMG_4698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sCzEe1NKI/AAAAAAAACQs/ZJi5D5jN0AY/s320/IMG_4698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452454850261759138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have never been to Sakae Sushi before. We order through this! Service is quick and efficient but food quality was not really up to my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sCyqwY0RI/AAAAAAAACQk/5sSMsYyI3rk/s1600/IMG_4699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sCyqwY0RI/AAAAAAAACQk/5sSMsYyI3rk/s320/IMG_4699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452454843356074258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first round of sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sCx7olHbI/AAAAAAAACQc/802Kv00v3jA/s1600/IMG_4700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sCx7olHbI/AAAAAAAACQc/802Kv00v3jA/s320/IMG_4700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452454830706859442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby was emo-ing me this time ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sCveUHPaI/AAAAAAAACQU/ofAQLHdOx9U/s1600/IMG_4705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sCveUHPaI/AAAAAAAACQU/ofAQLHdOx9U/s320/IMG_4705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452454788476648866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time to go home! Hugs and kisses :3 (I look weird, sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Happy 10 Months Baby! Sorry I'm late..&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;So many things to update about, so little time! A sneak peek at what I am going to update on soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sI_qC6S1I/AAAAAAAACRE/2C7nolrh6zU/s1600/IMG_4835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sI_qC6S1I/AAAAAAAACRE/2C7nolrh6zU/s320/IMG_4835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452461663573396306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Public Speaking drama rehearsal;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sJAtIEU-I/AAAAAAAACRU/-excIRFl5Ag/s1600/IMG_4778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sJAtIEU-I/AAAAAAAACRU/-excIRFl5Ag/s320/IMG_4778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452461681580200930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My works of art: Orang Minyak;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sJAFprxbI/AAAAAAAACRM/22DOMzhSJmE/s1600/IMG_4816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sJAFprxbI/AAAAAAAACRM/22DOMzhSJmE/s320/IMG_4816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452461670983779762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new pet(s) given to me by Zekey Wong :D, and;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sI_L5tp7I/AAAAAAAACQ8/WwKxGsNG6Bw/s1600/IMG_4708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sI_L5tp7I/AAAAAAAACQ8/WwKxGsNG6Bw/s320/IMG_4708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452461655481755570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photography trip to Orchid Park, KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got no idea what I am gonna update on so please visit soon to find out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-2436229984972303418?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2436229984972303418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=2436229984972303418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/2436229984972303418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/2436229984972303418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-late-but-happy-anniversary-anyway.html' title='A Day Late, But Happy Anniversary Anyway Baby!'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S6sNLeaE2QI/AAAAAAAACRk/1S8kDPbLh84/s72-c/lumiicon_kjk_01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-3898288063781146952</id><published>2010-03-16T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:17:51.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hath Recovered!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5-E3HRxwrI/AAAAAAAACPk/5aZKzX3gfIc/s1600-h/all-americanrejectsicon4copy2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5-E3HRxwrI/AAAAAAAACPk/5aZKzX3gfIc/s320/all-americanrejectsicon4copy2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449220156522873522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Swing Swing by The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally recovered! My throat still hurts a bit but otherwise, I can eat, drink, talk, and do anything else that requires me to open my mouth. That sounded a bit wrong. I recovered last Saturday, allowing me to teach the kids properly without hurting my throat. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I bought stickers for the kids from Summit yesterday. Knowing them, they would remember that I promised to bring them stickers the next Saturday. Oh, and I promised Jingwei we would play musical chairs and make cardboard cars too. I hope everything would go along smoothly with the children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omgomgomgomg I'll be going out with Baby tomorrow. It's been like forever since I've went out shopping with him. I can't wait! And... sushi, yay! (No PS section for you today Baby!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-3898288063781146952?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3898288063781146952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=3898288063781146952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3898288063781146952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3898288063781146952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hath-recovered.html' title='I Hath Recovered!'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5-E3HRxwrI/AAAAAAAACPk/5aZKzX3gfIc/s72-c/all-americanrejectsicon4copy2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-5118738581986890561</id><published>2010-03-12T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:36:38.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Being Sick Sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5ng1mGqi-I/AAAAAAAACPM/pCqE6j0F9UU/s1600-h/tbs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5ng1mGqi-I/AAAAAAAACPM/pCqE6j0F9UU/s200/tbs1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447632435647515618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Make Damn Sure by Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick for a week now. I don't recall ever being sick for this long, and it sucks. It's so inconvenient for me. I can't eat, nor can I drink, without going through agonizing pain. Yawning and talking pains me so. I can't go to coffee shops or go near people who smoke because it would irritate my throat and cause even more pain. I skipped Public Speaking on Tuesday and Photography today. I've got work tomorrow and Public Speaking rehearsal tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should I go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5nbeAoJYtI/AAAAAAAACO0/q7CTIm2_27U/s1600-h/IMG_4156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5nbeAoJYtI/AAAAAAAACO0/q7CTIm2_27U/s320/IMG_4156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447626532892271314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder how long it's been since I smiled wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'd like to thank everyone who has cared for me while I'm sick. You people know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Baby I'm sorry I can't go bowling with you and your friends today. We'll go once I'm well (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-5118738581986890561?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5118738581986890561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=5118738581986890561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/5118738581986890561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/5118738581986890561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-being-sick-sucks.html' title='Hey, Being Sick Sucks.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5ng1mGqi-I/AAAAAAAACPM/pCqE6j0F9UU/s72-c/tbs1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-597487755416250798</id><published>2010-03-11T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:01:55.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jMrIW1UeI/AAAAAAAACOs/JF68HnU-ZNg/s1600-h/terry_jieluncross.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jMrIW1UeI/AAAAAAAACOs/JF68HnU-ZNg/s320/terry_jieluncross.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447328790654308834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Dui Bu Qi by Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for updating almost a month later. I rarely get to use my PC and I've been sick recently (still am actually).  Anywho, I won't be posting many pictures. If you wanna take a look at more pics, just access my Facebook account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left for Taiping at 7 AM in the morning. By the time we reached Taiping was around 10 AM+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5ikac01GjI/AAAAAAAACJM/i8cGALyVHmI/s1600-h/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5ikac01GjI/AAAAAAAACJM/i8cGALyVHmI/s320/DSC01289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447284523625945650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cacat brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were starving when we reached Taiping so we decided to stop by our favorite coffeeshop in Taiping, Prima. I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuih pai ti&lt;/span&gt;, awesomenesssssss. Satisfied one craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5ikbPYOSmI/AAAAAAAACJU/9idE_OKc7RM/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5ikbPYOSmI/AAAAAAAACJU/9idE_OKc7RM/s320/DSC01296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447284537196169826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While at the coffeeshop, I caught sight of this adorable baby which did not look like a girl nor a boy. The baby looks more like a girl, so I shall call the baby &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her/she&lt;/span&gt;. Every time I smiled at her, she would start smiling and laughing and gurgling which was oh-so-adorable! But when anybody else from my family smiled at her, she wouldn't show a single reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5ikbqh25jI/AAAAAAAACJc/toTpEyT42T8/s1600-h/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5ikbqh25jI/AAAAAAAACJc/toTpEyT42T8/s320/DSC01298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447284544484337202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken by me and as you can see, she ain't smiling because I wasn't smiling at her (it was difficult to maintain eye contact with her and smile while I was trying to take her picture)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5ikcHkEjBI/AAAAAAAACJk/zgu0vMqZ7yQ/s1600-h/DSC01299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5ikcHkEjBI/AAAAAAAACJk/zgu0vMqZ7yQ/s320/DSC01299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447284552278248466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and here's a picture of her smiling when I was smiling at her! The photographer, was of course, my sister, Hannah. Isn't she just the cutest?! And it went on for almost half an hour. Her grandma kept trying to feed her food but she kept on turning around to look at me. Zomfg so adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5ikcgGlk6I/AAAAAAAACJs/CgYbUcX44K4/s320/DSC01300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447284558865470370" border="0" /&gt;Rex Box (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5irRWsy1oI/AAAAAAAACJ0/eK-7qaUS2jg/s1600-h/DSC01302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5irRWsy1oI/AAAAAAAACJ0/eK-7qaUS2jg/s320/DSC01302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447292063944201858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camwhoring in Taiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually forgot that my relatives knocked down the old wooden house and started building a new house since last year. When we entered the Green House area, I suddenly remembered that we had a new house to stay in while in Taiping. Boy was I excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5irR4HSCEI/AAAAAAAACJ8/j9aJd6DeEdY/s1600-h/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5irR4HSCEI/AAAAAAAACJ8/j9aJd6DeEdY/s320/DSC01306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447292072913668162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadahhh! Our new house! Not literally ours, but, whatever. My jaw dropped. I didn't expect it to look this modern. That little boy in yellow is my cousin, Gary. And that emo girl in... dark colors is Hannah. Once we entered the house, my eyes started to tear. The incense coming from the prayer altar was stuck in the house because of the low ceiling. We never did have that problem when we were livin' in the old wooden house. I started to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5irSmMxb_I/AAAAAAAACKE/dyTArlx8ikM/s1600-h/DSC01311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5irSmMxb_I/AAAAAAAACKE/dyTArlx8ikM/s320/DSC01311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447292085284728818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first aunt was folding those papers for prayers. Hannah got the hang of it in less than half an hour. I gave up after an hour of trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After unpacking everything, I noticed my cousin, Justin, using the laptop. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, internet!&lt;/span&gt; I walked back into our room, grabbed the laptop, and started using it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5irTJS9zKI/AAAAAAAACKM/wlWjCm2Dm9M/s1600-h/DSC01314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5irTJS9zKI/AAAAAAAACKM/wlWjCm2Dm9M/s320/DSC01314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447292094705945762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later on, my 9 year-old cousin, Gary appeared, showing me his Gameboy SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5irTuRXWAI/AAAAAAAACKU/ondpmmBWlwY/s1600-h/DSC01319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5irTuRXWAI/AAAAAAAACKU/ondpmmBWlwY/s320/DSC01319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447292104631343106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His younger brother, 7 year-old Darren wasn't as naughty as last year. Nic had to hold him down just to take a picture. Poor Darren is camera shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5iw3AIdcuI/AAAAAAAACKc/S3XMgRL8Vfo/s1600-h/DSC01329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5iw3AIdcuI/AAAAAAAACKc/S3XMgRL8Vfo/s320/DSC01329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447298208279392994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Terry the Shih-Tzu. I guess he is getting more attention compared to the past few years when Goldie was around. Goldie is my grandma's hybrid Terrier + Pomeranian and is allowed in the house. I never really did like Goldie because she's a grumpy old bitch. I was quite happy when she died (ho ho). Soon after, Lucky the Pomeranian passed away too. I bet Terry was happy. I always caught Lucky sodomizing poor Terry ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5iw3mc2BCI/AAAAAAAACKk/IzDB_AzolLY/s1600-h/DSC01344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5iw3mc2BCI/AAAAAAAACKk/IzDB_AzolLY/s320/DSC01344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447298218565436450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And at last, the long-awaited reunion dinner! Nic and my other 3 cousins escaped before I could take a picture of them eating together.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a blink of an eye, it was already Chinese New Year. I woke up to the sound of Gary's shouts in my room. Gary and Darren were already begging me to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5iw4LMnIRI/AAAAAAAACKs/KhJjRJYZLSA/s1600-h/DSC01351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5iw4LMnIRI/AAAAAAAACKs/KhJjRJYZLSA/s320/DSC01351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447298228429463826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad bought them chewing gum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5iw4qx0rhI/AAAAAAAACK0/taPyYTg9pLA/s1600-h/DSC01360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5iw4qx0rhI/AAAAAAAACK0/taPyYTg9pLA/s320/DSC01360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447298236907040274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CNY calls for red clothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow everyone was toying around with this pink ribbon. I don't know where it came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5iw5DjKT3I/AAAAAAAACK8/Hvih-dCdyLk/s1600-h/DSC01363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5iw5DjKT3I/AAAAAAAACK8/Hvih-dCdyLk/s320/DSC01363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447298243556429682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i1Ii1mKMI/AAAAAAAACLM/zsyYQZcdzjI/s1600-h/DSC01365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i1Ii1mKMI/AAAAAAAACLM/zsyYQZcdzjI/s320/DSC01365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447302907699800258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i1IS73Z3I/AAAAAAAACLE/NJ5EnNrLz54/s1600-h/DSC01366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i1IS73Z3I/AAAAAAAACLE/NJ5EnNrLz54/s320/DSC01366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447302903431128946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then it was time for the family portraits. I only managed to snap a few though. The only people missing were my first uncle and my cousin, Andrew. They're staying in the US. But at least I managed to talk to them on Skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i1JEpT2zI/AAAAAAAACLU/v5XlYczXmPM/s1600-h/DSC01378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i1JEpT2zI/AAAAAAAACLU/v5XlYczXmPM/s320/DSC01378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447302916775074610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i1Jz36eaI/AAAAAAAACLc/CV9yiWGyIWs/s1600-h/DSC01380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i1Jz36eaI/AAAAAAAACLc/CV9yiWGyIWs/s320/DSC01380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447302929452792226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma's grandchildren. Little, I know ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i1KMx1kuI/AAAAAAAACLk/oBsP0bonrTU/s1600-h/DSC01402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i1KMx1kuI/AAAAAAAACLk/oBsP0bonrTU/s320/DSC01402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447302936138191586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry :p&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i4ulncGaI/AAAAAAAACLs/slquPsTUmIA/s1600-h/DSC01433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i4ulncGaI/AAAAAAAACLs/slquPsTUmIA/s320/DSC01433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447306859815639458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Taiping Sentral. Hannah was eager to check out the indoor rollerblading rink. Mum said going there would be a bad idea. It's like, the only shopping mall in Taiping. Whaddya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i4uw0YHEI/AAAAAAAACL0/ZDBgAxkEBgc/s1600-h/DSC01442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i4uw0YHEI/AAAAAAAACL0/ZDBgAxkEBgc/s320/DSC01442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447306862822693954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Oldtown. Like usual, I ordered my mee jawa which didn't taste as good as the ones served in the KL branches. But I guess it's 'cause of the crazy crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i4vQiRKyI/AAAAAAAACL8/jYAlFB9a_TY/s1600-h/DSC01448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i4vQiRKyI/AAAAAAAACL8/jYAlFB9a_TY/s320/DSC01448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447306871336676130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't ask me why my dad likes to act like a retarded kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached home, I took a nap and woke up to see my sister going through some photos. Being the inquisitive me, I headed over to her bed and started going through the photos. They were photos of grandma's grandchildren (basically us okay) when we were younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i4v0zIEuI/AAAAAAAACME/QC972ua8TzU/s1600-h/DSC01453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i4v0zIEuI/AAAAAAAACME/QC972ua8TzU/s320/DSC01453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447306881071059682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nic and I. I haven't changed much, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i4wZzOc3I/AAAAAAAACMM/SJBtqRQs65A/s1600-h/DSC01460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i4wZzOc3I/AAAAAAAACMM/SJBtqRQs65A/s320/DSC01460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447306891003589490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justin, Nic and Hannah (awww). &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;More pictures in my Facebook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, my last uncle's friends came over to gamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i-_bEQcRI/AAAAAAAACMU/d46IkmTNWBQ/s1600-h/DSC01486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i-_bEQcRI/AAAAAAAACMU/d46IkmTNWBQ/s320/DSC01486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447313746111262994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In half an hour, he won my parents money - RM300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i_AShjNzI/AAAAAAAACMk/5L17_pXFqEU/s1600-h/DSC01488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i_AShjNzI/AAAAAAAACMk/5L17_pXFqEU/s320/DSC01488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447313760998078258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at all that cash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i-_4MCYMI/AAAAAAAACMc/e2zA01fhLnE/s1600-h/DSC01485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i-_4MCYMI/AAAAAAAACMc/e2zA01fhLnE/s320/DSC01485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447313753928523970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wake up early in the morning to follow my second aunt, her boyfriend, and Ah Ma to the Lake Garden. After years of always going back to Taiping, I have never walked around the lake before.  So this time, I decided to discover the wonders of Taiping's Lake Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i_A1p7TbI/AAAAAAAACMs/c03y7loKhwI/s1600-h/DSC01506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i_A1p7TbI/AAAAAAAACMs/c03y7loKhwI/s320/DSC01506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447313770428452274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i_BET_jyI/AAAAAAAACM0/fU_8rrrkD7k/s1600-h/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5i_BET_jyI/AAAAAAAACM0/fU_8rrrkD7k/s320/DSC01515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447313774362988322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am still amazed at the sight of these trees which are at least a century old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jEu_9jUmI/AAAAAAAACM8/vR9FKaLgcJI/s1600-h/DSC01516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jEu_9jUmI/AAAAAAAACM8/vR9FKaLgcJI/s320/DSC01516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447320061027242594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jEveyjeeI/AAAAAAAACNE/lxqoh6C0Vgs/s1600-h/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jEveyjeeI/AAAAAAAACNE/lxqoh6C0Vgs/s320/DSC01517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447320069302614498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jEv-YrZGI/AAAAAAAACNM/qXAthIkJnLE/s1600-h/DSC01540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jEv-YrZGI/AAAAAAAACNM/qXAthIkJnLE/s320/DSC01540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447320077784015970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jEwuj6edI/AAAAAAAACNU/k_bKESkSUlY/s1600-h/DSC01545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jEwuj6edI/AAAAAAAACNU/k_bKESkSUlY/s320/DSC01545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447320090716043730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jExAN5RCI/AAAAAAAACNc/NL8UzthGRwE/s1600-h/DSC01549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jExAN5RCI/AAAAAAAACNc/NL8UzthGRwE/s320/DSC01549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447320095455527970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do much after our trip to the lake gardens. I went home, took a nap again, and started to Facebook and watch TV. Later at night we played with fireworks. I was busy trying to do light art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jHG_sn7QI/AAAAAAAACNk/Npyi0CGTQ3k/s1600-h/DSC01604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jHG_sn7QI/AAAAAAAACNk/Npyi0CGTQ3k/s320/DSC01604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447322672296357122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few dragon eggs exploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light art isn't easy. I had to try more than ten times just to get one perfect character/alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jHHtsWy8I/AAAAAAAACNs/wQDJqtghyNg/s1600-h/DSC01616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jHHtsWy8I/AAAAAAAACNs/wQDJqtghyNg/s320/DSC01616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447322684643265474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Denise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jHIaNJtEI/AAAAAAAACN0/-drjmmWECjI/s1600-h/DSC01630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jHIaNJtEI/AAAAAAAACN0/-drjmmWECjI/s320/DSC01630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447322696591979586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jHI2xHRTI/AAAAAAAACN8/JbhclPl7sXk/s1600-h/DSC01637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jHI2xHRTI/AAAAAAAACN8/JbhclPl7sXk/s320/DSC01637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447322704259007794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zekey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jHJ3sZQFI/AAAAAAAACOE/JxxM7obWQ64/s1600-h/DSC01628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jHJ3sZQFI/AAAAAAAACOE/JxxM7obWQ64/s320/DSC01628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447322721687519314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gary doing some circle in the air.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fourth Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we left Taiping ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jK13fH8MI/AAAAAAAACOM/DVNgsf3sOyw/s1600-h/DSC01641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jK13fH8MI/AAAAAAAACOM/DVNgsf3sOyw/s320/DSC01641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447326776080986306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gary chasing us. Weeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jK3R1Z8TI/AAAAAAAACOc/XXM-h9UvIbw/s1600-h/DSC01648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jK3R1Z8TI/AAAAAAAACOc/XXM-h9UvIbw/s320/DSC01648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447326800333631794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first time my mum came back with my dad to Taiping, he told her it was a space station. She believed him. It's a cement factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Baby I need you sayang my throat for me ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-597487755416250798?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/597487755416250798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=597487755416250798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/597487755416250798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/597487755416250798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/03/chinese-new-year-2010.html' title='Chinese New Year 2010'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S5jMrIW1UeI/AAAAAAAACOs/JF68HnU-ZNg/s72-c/terry_jieluncross.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-8626023024885948912</id><published>2010-03-03T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:30:13.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaunt Investments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S446CSTvXrI/AAAAAAAACIk/j7QMDt3GMyo/s1600-h/mrschustercopuchento_by_Cammiel.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S446CSTvXrI/AAAAAAAACIk/j7QMDt3GMyo/s320/mrschustercopuchento_by_Cammiel.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444352810486292146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Somebody To Love - Glee Cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather funny. I was trying to give support to my friend. He just created his own forum and had asked he to check it out. As a good friend of course I did check it out. Though I am not an investment person, I found his forum quite 'investment enlightening'. When the forum mentions about 'magic of dividend yield', I thought it was real magic. Somehow, it was not the 'magic' I had thought of but the explanation provided was also a type of magic. I think his effort is kinda cool. So my dear followers, do check this forum out. For those who like investment, I think it is beneficial for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.vauntinvestments.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-8626023024885948912?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8626023024885948912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=8626023024885948912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8626023024885948912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8626023024885948912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/03/vaunt-investments.html' title='Vaunt Investments.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S446CSTvXrI/AAAAAAAACIk/j7QMDt3GMyo/s72-c/mrschustercopuchento_by_Cammiel.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-7596753339310851563</id><published>2010-02-24T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T12:50:06.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma Liverpool Farmer with Pink Lips.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S4Su-nOpsdI/AAAAAAAACIU/zm8XmMW6jyQ/s1600-h/gackt3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S4Su-nOpsdI/AAAAAAAACIU/zm8XmMW6jyQ/s320/gackt3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441666640475959762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Rain by Gackt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promised myself I would not get addicted to Facebook when I created my account 3 years ago. I hate it when I waste time randomly clicking around Facebook and playing with my game applications. A friend of mine once said,"It is okay to create a Facebook account. Just stay away from the games." My parents created Facebook accounts, not to reconnect with their old buddies, but to play Texas Hold 'Em Poker. Look at them now (those who know how my parents are like) and of course, look at us too. As a result, their three children suffer. Our PCs kena pao by our orang tuas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I come back home from a tiring day out - at college, with Baby, etc. - I expect to see my PC available and not occupied. I was happy when I realized my sister's school session is in the afternoon because she would not fight with me for my PC. But my happiness was quickly turned into... well... unhappiness I guess. Every day I come home to seeing my mum sitting at my PC happily playing poker. Is it really that fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (used to) get angry every time my dad started swearing at the PC monitor because of his online poker games. Helllooooo, it's just a game. But then again I start swearing at the monitor too when people steal my crops on Barn Buddy or when I forget to harvest my crops on Farmville. Don't ask me why I chose two farming games apps. as examples. I don't really know why I did, but maybe it's because I am a potential farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S4QFrv3kQfI/AAAAAAAACHc/mvDHJ--vhOE/s1600-h/IMG_4135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S4QFrv3kQfI/AAAAAAAACHc/mvDHJ--vhOE/s320/IMG_4135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441480498912444914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS: Baby I'm sad I can't see you today )':&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Anyways a sneak preview at my next post. Don't expect much. Tons of pictures but no words to make them speak - CNY 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S4QJD0q7XwI/AAAAAAAACHk/oNczg64q0sM/s1600-h/DSC01290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S4QJD0q7XwI/AAAAAAAACHk/oNczg64q0sM/s320/DSC01290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441484211053354754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S4QJEYjmI6I/AAAAAAAACHs/b4hhXNNpf78/s1600-h/DSC01378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S4QJEYjmI6I/AAAAAAAACHs/b4hhXNNpf78/s320/DSC01378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441484220686279586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S4QJFK4y1_I/AAAAAAAACH0/E0YbJWEh9_A/s1600-h/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S4QJFK4y1_I/AAAAAAAACH0/E0YbJWEh9_A/s320/DSC01447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441484234196965362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S4QJFvZ6hlI/AAAAAAAACH8/TkiMN8wu2Kg/s1600-h/DSC01457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S4QJFvZ6hlI/AAAAAAAACH8/TkiMN8wu2Kg/s320/DSC01457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441484243999557202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S4QJGEO6xmI/AAAAAAAACIE/o6sBJ4ekDPQ/s1600-h/DSC01489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S4QJGEO6xmI/AAAAAAAACIE/o6sBJ4ekDPQ/s320/DSC01489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441484249590580834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am too lazy to separate my Taiping stay into 6 posts so I'll just compile everything into one post. Seeeee youuuuuuu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-7596753339310851563?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7596753339310851563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=7596753339310851563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7596753339310851563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7596753339310851563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/02/imma-liverpool-farmer-with-pink-lips.html' title='Imma Liverpool Farmer with Pink Lips.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S4Su-nOpsdI/AAAAAAAACIU/zm8XmMW6jyQ/s72-c/gackt3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-4704269817270249312</id><published>2010-02-18T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:43:26.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Failure ):</title><content type='html'>Listening to: TV blasting away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I have not completed my update on my Singapore trip. I'm sorry, I procrastinate. And my condition is quite bad actually. But I can't really do anything about it. I refuse to improve anyway. Heck, I am too lazy to even update my blog. I don't know how famous and non-famous bloggers do it. It is practically impossible for me to update every single day! I tried for like the first month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gagal sudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Baby I can't wait to see you tomorrow &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S31DLlF0pyI/AAAAAAAACHM/G2soQ7mCUfo/s1600-h/5172_94389294307_549609307_1791724_8316714_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S31DLlF0pyI/AAAAAAAACHM/G2soQ7mCUfo/s320/5172_94389294307_549609307_1791724_8316714_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439577791147583266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want this hairstyle. Please? *sulks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-4704269817270249312?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4704269817270249312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=4704269817270249312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/4704269817270249312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/4704269817270249312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-failure.html' title='I Am A Failure ):'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S31DLlF0pyI/AAAAAAAACHM/G2soQ7mCUfo/s72-c/5172_94389294307_549609307_1791724_8316714_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-4500450269055214700</id><published>2010-02-14T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:47:49.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kampung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pulau ketam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese new year'/><title type='text'>Photography Field Trip.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Nothing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;300110, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt; My photography is quite bad. You have been warned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to meet at the Subang KTM station at 8.30 AM. Once we arrived at the station, we had to wait for the train. By the time we left the KTM was about 9 AM. The journey to Port Klang took almost an hour. After arriving at Port Klang, we had to walk all the way to some secluded jetty and wait for yet another half an hour. We waited until 10.30 AM. The ferry arrived. But we were at the back of the queue, so we had to wait another one hour for the next ferry to arrive. A few of the seniors decided to walk to a - not so -  nearby KFC, which happened to be the smallest KFC I have ever seen and been into. About half an hour later, Mr. Francis received a phone call informing him that the ferry is about to arrive. So we rushed back to the jetty - under the blazing hot sun. Eventually, we had to wait for another half an hour for the ferry to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3O9eF-guFI/AAAAAAAACEM/WMQhKWWN288/s1600-h/IMG_3927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3O9eF-guFI/AAAAAAAACEM/WMQhKWWN288/s320/IMG_3927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436897499864414290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tanzy, Roy and Fcy. We were on our way to the jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3O9exOlJwI/AAAAAAAACEU/xRKD1qlItFM/s1600-h/IMG_3928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3O9exOlJwI/AAAAAAAACEU/xRKD1qlItFM/s320/IMG_3928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436897511474538242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tanzy and his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dai lou&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3O9fmjztqI/AAAAAAAACEc/MRvQ9hyRamE/s1600-h/IMG_3933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3O9fmjztqI/AAAAAAAACEc/MRvQ9hyRamE/s320/IMG_3933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436897525790652066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a cute sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3O9gFU0Z0I/AAAAAAAACEk/lySpDCFuC0s/s1600-h/IMG_3938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3O9gFU0Z0I/AAAAAAAACEk/lySpDCFuC0s/s320/IMG_3938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436897534049281858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone's model, Fcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the ferry finally arrived, we were already half dead. I was probably the only one who didn't sit in the ferry. It took us almost another hour to reach Pulau Ketam. By the time we reached Crab Island, it was around... You do the Math lah okay. Besides that, a journey there in an air conditioned ferry with a horrible looking toilet cost me RM7. I kind of felt that it was overpriced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3PAfOooSiI/AAAAAAAACEs/MYVkd383y_8/s1600-h/IMG_3940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3PAfOooSiI/AAAAAAAACEs/MYVkd383y_8/s320/IMG_3940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436900817903307298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't be fooled. The place is actually quite dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3PAf2fEHiI/AAAAAAAACE0/-RtAzbREig0/s1600-h/IMG_3946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3PAf2fEHiI/AAAAAAAACE0/-RtAzbREig0/s320/IMG_3946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436900828600606242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3PAgBmVuFI/AAAAAAAACE8/8hjY1yAymag/s1600-h/IMG_3952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3PAgBmVuFI/AAAAAAAACE8/8hjY1yAymag/s320/IMG_3952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436900831583909970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3PAgqwT8SI/AAAAAAAACFE/Ey15p88Lhic/s1600-h/IMG_3958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3PAgqwT8SI/AAAAAAAACFE/Ey15p88Lhic/s320/IMG_3958.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436900842631590178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The restaurant we ate at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3PAg5cbfII/AAAAAAAACFM/2cjVIA1x9CI/s1600-h/IMG_3961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3PAg5cbfII/AAAAAAAACFM/2cjVIA1x9CI/s320/IMG_3961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436900846574730370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cindy and Doreen :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lunch cost RM93. I think. Somewhere around there lah, I can't recall properly. We split it among 8 people. We thought the food there would be somewhat fresh and nicer than usual, but... there was nothing special about the food there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Pulau Ketam before but it was around 7 to 8 years ago. Almost everything stayed the same (if I could even remember properly). There are no cars, only bicycles. I actually underestimated the place and thought there was no school there. But obviously, there was. I had a feeling that everybody knew everybody in this little town. I wouldn't even call it a town. A community, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3ZXPZcXm3I/AAAAAAAACFU/-B3CcmLD5Sk/s1600-h/IMG_3968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3ZXPZcXm3I/AAAAAAAACFU/-B3CcmLD5Sk/s320/IMG_3968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437629522135980914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John, Teik Lun and Kah Man on their bikes. Rent a bike for RM5 and ride it around Pulau Ketam the wholeeeeeeeee day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3ZXQybRaTI/AAAAAAAACF0/qRuPbH3tpfg/s1600-h/IMG_3993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3ZXQybRaTI/AAAAAAAACF0/qRuPbH3tpfg/s320/IMG_3993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437629546022136114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3ZXPyar3pI/AAAAAAAACFc/xom3JnGouVg/s1600-h/IMG_3973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3ZXPyar3pI/AAAAAAAACFc/xom3JnGouVg/s320/IMG_3973.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437629528839806610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look familiar? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3ZXQh6s1PI/AAAAAAAACFs/wmNdauX-4VI/s1600-h/IMG_3988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3ZXQh6s1PI/AAAAAAAACFs/wmNdauX-4VI/s320/IMG_3988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437629541590553842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3ZXQWwLmTI/AAAAAAAACFk/DoLx4e9iQb0/s1600-h/IMG_3976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3ZXQWwLmTI/AAAAAAAACFk/DoLx4e9iQb0/s320/IMG_3976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437629538593642802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old school foosball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3Zw_f29roI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJ3JZEz2jmQ/s1600-h/IMG_3998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3Zw_f29roI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJ3JZEz2jmQ/s320/IMG_3998.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437657836282556034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3ZxBO8ts3I/AAAAAAAACGc/jnH9eD85Tew/s1600-h/IMG_4022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3ZxBO8ts3I/AAAAAAAACGc/jnH9eD85Tew/s320/IMG_4022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437657866103010162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3Zw_zounHI/AAAAAAAACGE/FHlq8wBRwDw/s1600-h/IMG_4004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3Zw_zounHI/AAAAAAAACGE/FHlq8wBRwDw/s320/IMG_4004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437657841591557234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3ZxAuhvx4I/AAAAAAAACGU/10I6f7UHWYw/s1600-h/IMG_4008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3ZxAuhvx4I/AAAAAAAACGU/10I6f7UHWYw/s320/IMG_4008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437657857399965570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3ZxAaEbacI/AAAAAAAACGM/tXeg_EY0e_8/s1600-h/IMG_4005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3ZxAaEbacI/AAAAAAAACGM/tXeg_EY0e_8/s320/IMG_4005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437657851908286914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our male model, Weiloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3Z482UWVWI/AAAAAAAACGk/ebnamdKam5E/s1600-h/IMG_4026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3Z482UWVWI/AAAAAAAACGk/ebnamdKam5E/s320/IMG_4026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437666586864801122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3Z49bxfSsI/AAAAAAAACGs/tChq82mJk4g/s1600-h/IMG_4034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3Z49bxfSsI/AAAAAAAACGs/tChq82mJk4g/s320/IMG_4034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437666596919134914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3Z4-Ht1wCI/AAAAAAAACG0/kAYW93XKub4/s1600-h/IMG_4038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3Z4-Ht1wCI/AAAAAAAACG0/kAYW93XKub4/s320/IMG_4038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437666608714989602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3Z4-xutofI/AAAAAAAACHE/7aQi1zpczR4/s1600-h/IMG_4059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3Z4-xutofI/AAAAAAAACHE/7aQi1zpczR4/s320/IMG_4059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437666619992941042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3Z4-eVSA1I/AAAAAAAACG8/3X04_FkSUNM/s1600-h/IMG_4055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3Z4-eVSA1I/AAAAAAAACG8/3X04_FkSUNM/s320/IMG_4055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437666614785999698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our journey back home was much more fun than the journey to the island. Simple reason being because the ferry we took was open-aired. I assumed that it would be cheaper.. but it wasn't. It was the RM7 as well. But worth the money though. The only downside was that we got hit by the salty seawater every once in a while which kinda ruined my mood because it stained my specs. Overall, the journey home was much more fun but a lot more tiring. We had to sit in the train for another one hour. Which still sucked anyway. I reached home around 6. 30 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to rush back out again because I was joining Baby's family for dinner and then a stand-up comedy show later at night at Jaya One. Sharolyn and Baby noticed that I was sunburnt. I didn't notice though. Because I never do get sunburnt. It didn't hurt much anyway but a few days later my skin started peeling off ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Happy Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day Baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-4500450269055214700?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4500450269055214700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=4500450269055214700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/4500450269055214700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/4500450269055214700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/02/photography-field-trip.html' title='Photography Field Trip.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S3O9eF-guFI/AAAAAAAACEM/WMQhKWWN288/s72-c/IMG_3927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-8772967021494225057</id><published>2010-01-31T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:44:03.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburnt.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: A rumbly in my tumbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slightly sunburnt actually. Not very. I didn't even notice it myself until Sharolyn and Baby pointed it out to me when we were having dinner on that night itself. And why am I sunburnt? Stay tuned dawg(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna update soon. I guess. If my limbs have not fallen apart yet by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I can't wait for the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; very&lt;/span&gt; good news!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S2RcneTAOYI/AAAAAAAACC0/O42V_8zfim8/s1600-h/IMG_4034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S2RcneTAOYI/AAAAAAAACC0/O42V_8zfim8/s320/IMG_4034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432568883733084546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S2RdIMiTXVI/AAAAAAAACDc/YhSnkIMOW4M/s1600-h/IMG_4006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S2RdIMiTXVI/AAAAAAAACDc/YhSnkIMOW4M/s320/IMG_4006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432569445901098322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S2RcoU_hI6I/AAAAAAAACDE/eVznzkTCz04/s1600-h/IMG_39281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S2RcoU_hI6I/AAAAAAAACDE/eVznzkTCz04/s320/IMG_39281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432568898415305634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S2Rco0R07CI/AAAAAAAACDM/A-uRwi91Fdw/s1600-h/IMG_3989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S2Rco0R07CI/AAAAAAAACDM/A-uRwi91Fdw/s320/IMG_3989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432568906813598754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S2RcnoS_eyI/AAAAAAAACC8/SoHwz_zJyRI/s1600-h/20980_273485812599_720387599_3324560_6712427_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S2RcnoS_eyI/AAAAAAAACC8/SoHwz_zJyRI/s320/20980_273485812599_720387599_3324560_6712427_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432568886417390370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you're asking why those pictures look bad, blame me. The person-in-charge-of-snapping-the-photos. I don't deserve to be called 'The Photographer'. What to do, the camera I used to take pictures is not mine and I am not at all talented in this subject. Btw the last photo was snapped by Fcy. Kudos to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-8772967021494225057?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8772967021494225057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=8772967021494225057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8772967021494225057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8772967021494225057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunburnt.html' title='Sunburnt.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S2RcneTAOYI/AAAAAAAACC0/O42V_8zfim8/s72-c/IMG_4034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-8118634593247788512</id><published>2010-01-24T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:28:26.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Sleep, So..</title><content type='html'>Listening to: My heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... I shall blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S1xnNWJ3z4I/AAAAAAAACBs/kAdt2QBz-cg/s1600-h/DSC09112.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, I don't need to sleep early 'cause Macro class is canceled (I hope it won't be replaced) which means I only have to put up with one boring lecturer and not two! I'm sorry Ms Chaw and Mr Lee, but you guys really do bore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not gotten my text books for any of the subjects yet. I don't even know why we need a text book for Public Speaking. We won't even have a midterm or final exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddddd, I'll be going to Pulau Ketam the coming Friday for Photography class' field trip. I've got to be at the KTM station at 8.30 AM. So early! Hopefully my camera doesn't die on me. I don't have a spare camera. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and when I went to Wenli's blog just now, I came across so many smexyh pictures of my babybabybaby. Hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S1xnM19lfJI/AAAAAAAACBk/ZaoxkYPzfNQ/s320/DSC09108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430328721043455122" border="0" /&gt;I misshie this hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S1xq2t_Y9VI/AAAAAAAACCU/DfcdV3gZYQU/s1600-h/DSC09251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S1xq2t_Y9VI/AAAAAAAACCU/DfcdV3gZYQU/s320/DSC09251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430332738992928082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brian, Joerel and Baby. Why the middle finger?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S1xnNvFhA8I/AAAAAAAACB0/xKYgyeT0s34/s1600-h/DSC09152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S1xnNvFhA8I/AAAAAAAACB0/xKYgyeT0s34/s320/DSC09152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430328736377537474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And what's this..? What are you doingg with Joerel b? Is he trying to apply lip gloss on your lips?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S1xnOavy2nI/AAAAAAAACCE/Kbf0AOVZMJA/s1600-h/DSC09159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S1xnOavy2nI/AAAAAAAACCE/Kbf0AOVZMJA/s320/DSC09159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430328748097591922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharyn is giving you the cheeky smile Baby. I know your lips were dried and chapped ): Missed me kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for making such a big fuss out of it. But I just miss it too muchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S1xz5mQpknI/AAAAAAAACCk/t4PVQ-urM8M/s1600-h/IMG_3548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S1xz5mQpknI/AAAAAAAACCk/t4PVQ-urM8M/s320/IMG_3548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430342684062093938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just some random picture my brother took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S1xq3aXqPjI/AAAAAAAACCc/7AKkaHJ8I40/s1600-h/IMG_3785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S1xq3aXqPjI/AAAAAAAACCc/7AKkaHJ8I40/s320/IMG_3785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430332750905884210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Baby don't leave meeee, don't go offline! This was what I was doing. I'm sorry I didn't want to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Surprise! You know I love you pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-8118634593247788512?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8118634593247788512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=8118634593247788512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8118634593247788512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8118634593247788512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-sleep-so.html' title='I Can&apos;t Sleep, So..'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S1xnM19lfJI/AAAAAAAACBk/ZaoxkYPzfNQ/s72-c/DSC09108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-7066006895763672978</id><published>2010-01-18T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:24:20.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Sick SUCKS.</title><content type='html'>Listening t0: NOTHING. no mood to listen to any song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped Macroeconomics and Marketing Principles today. Two boring subjects conducted by two utterly boring lecturers. I skipped not because I didn't want to rot in those classes but simply because I have fallen sick. Which sucks. I have to lie down half the time, which makes everything so freaking inconvenient. I feel like dying ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on sneezing nonstop and my throat aches. And what sucks even more is that my class starts at 12 PM tomorrow but I've gotta follow my dad out in the morning to PJ because he's bringing my sister to the immigration. And I have to freaking wait there. I wouldn't really mind if I were not sick. But yeah, I am. Sick, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm really sick I might skip class again. But I've got no class on Wednesday, which means I don't have to go to college but I have to 'cause I need to submit my MUET form by Wednesday D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the verge of dying now. I keep sneezing and sweating like there's no tomorrow. My nose is sore. My eyes can barely open. Even sitting in front of the PC is so hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Happy 21st Birthday Wjinn! Sorry I didn't wish you Happy Birthday thru sms like I always do. I lost your number =/ Anywho I wished you on Facebook already so have a great birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-7066006895763672978?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7066006895763672978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=7066006895763672978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7066006895763672978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7066006895763672978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-sick-sucks.html' title='Being Sick SUCKS.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-2963808317801993700</id><published>2010-01-12T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:20:14.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 at Singapore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xR6VS_8II/AAAAAAAACBc/OA2Y5omqg4E/s1600-h/terry_jielun.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xR6VS_8II/AAAAAAAACBc/OA2Y5omqg4E/s320/terry_jielun.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425801713665699970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: 忍者 by 周杰伦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;231209, Wednesday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our destination for the day was Orchard Road. Why? Because I wanted to see the long awaited Christmas lights of Singapore. Which is, really, a sight to see. My camera a bit cacat so what you are going to see in the pictures are not what you're gonna get. The Christmas lights, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w5uL0fe6I/AAAAAAAAB9k/mXUqreeRMCM/s1600-h/Image100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w5uL0fe6I/AAAAAAAAB9k/mXUqreeRMCM/s320/Image100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425775116684327842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a weird plant outside my grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w5umeqO9I/AAAAAAAAB9s/-9CfmJkqEp0/s1600-h/Image101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w5umeqO9I/AAAAAAAAB9s/-9CfmJkqEp0/s320/Image101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425775123840515026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma, Mummy and Hannah leaving the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to Tiong Bahru Plaza for lunch at the Kopitiam Food Court. I just had to have the delicious Singapore Laksa. Mummy doesn't cook it so often nowadays. Thus, my strong craving for Singapore Laksa. I miss it now );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w5vhr1ejI/AAAAAAAAB98/85oXtddTiXc/s1600-h/Image103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w5vhr1ejI/AAAAAAAAB98/85oXtddTiXc/s320/Image103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425775139733469746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I gave all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see ham&lt;/span&gt; to Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Hannah craved Old Chang Kee's fishballs. So we stopped by the branch in Tiong Bahru Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w6wm_w0pI/AAAAAAAAB-U/1hIpjIafCHk/s1600-h/Image107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w6wm_w0pI/AAAAAAAAB-U/1hIpjIafCHk/s320/Image107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425776257850725010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w6xCUTs9I/AAAAAAAAB-c/jc9wRU2Wzcw/s1600-h/Image108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w6xCUTs9I/AAAAAAAAB-c/jc9wRU2Wzcw/s320/Image108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425776265184654290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I thought we were going to go back home. Mana tau Mummy said we're immediately going to Orchard Road. I was wearing a long sleeved top and jeans. And it was kinda hot so I decided to walk back home with Hannah to change into something more.. cooling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncles fetched us from Tiong Bahru Plaza and we were off to Orchard Road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xHwWV7irI/AAAAAAAAB_8/TrigpOUTpPY/s1600-h/Image135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xHwWV7irI/AAAAAAAAB_8/TrigpOUTpPY/s320/Image135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425790547031460530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went into Wisma Atria first. Hannah wanted her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuih tutu&lt;/span&gt; so we stopped by the food court. I have no idea why it's called tutu. Maybe because it looks like a ballet tutu. In Malaysia it's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuih piring&lt;/span&gt; but I have never seen it around before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w-jC4DpBI/AAAAAAAAB-0/I3FRTUEtGAQ/s1600-h/Image113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w-jC4DpBI/AAAAAAAAB-0/I3FRTUEtGAQ/s320/Image113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425780422862939154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It tasted.. okay. I had the one with the coconut filling. I'm not a fan of peanuts so I didn't try the peanut one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w-jpBBocI/AAAAAAAAB-8/Wt-hHDJmfsg/s1600-h/Image115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w-jpBBocI/AAAAAAAAB-8/Wt-hHDJmfsg/s320/Image115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425780433101103554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food court at Wisma Atria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w-j5pxhyI/AAAAAAAAB_E/jgXSvN3VIMs/s1600-h/Image117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w-j5pxhyI/AAAAAAAAB_E/jgXSvN3VIMs/s320/Image117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425780437566981922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's an ang mo playing the keyboard and singing in a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xHvEuqh1I/AAAAAAAAB_k/20apo768Ls4/s1600-h/Image130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xHvEuqh1I/AAAAAAAAB_k/20apo768Ls4/s320/Image130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425790525123495762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then my uncle left because he doesn't like shopping ): Mummy, Grandma, Hannah, and I walked to Ngee Ann City (Takashimaya) and there was this gigantic Christmas tree in the middle of Taka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w-kf5mhmI/AAAAAAAAB_M/LydwpeZ-tcc/s1600-h/Image119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w-kf5mhmI/AAAAAAAAB_M/LydwpeZ-tcc/s320/Image119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425780447833917026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big yaaaaaaah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending almost an hour in Kinokuniya (heaven), I met up with Mummy and Grandma to grab a bite at yet another food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w-k3ZwacI/AAAAAAAAB_U/kd7FKdoNTqA/s1600-h/Image124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0w-k3ZwacI/AAAAAAAAB_U/kd7FKdoNTqA/s320/Image124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425780454142798274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't remember what Hannah ordered but it was kinda good. Cheesy, in fact. Some lasagna thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xGiZkaEDI/AAAAAAAAB_c/IJjuv_W1IB4/s1600-h/Image127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xGiZkaEDI/AAAAAAAAB_c/IJjuv_W1IB4/s320/Image127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425789207867691058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then we walked down to the ground floor to take a picture with the Christmas tree. Or more like the base of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xHvncywHI/AAAAAAAAB_s/xXf4dXnBz7k/s1600-h/Image132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xHvncywHI/AAAAAAAAB_s/xXf4dXnBz7k/s320/Image132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425790534443778162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then we walked out to see ORchard Road's unlighted Christmas lights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xHwML4brI/AAAAAAAAB_0/0oqEay7yKl8/s1600-h/Image134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xHwML4brI/AAAAAAAAB_0/0oqEay7yKl8/s320/Image134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425790544304959154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and I walked along the Ngee Ann City, Wisma Atria and Ion stretch. And at the end of the stretch (Ion), we saw another huge Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xL6O6Pt_I/AAAAAAAACAM/AcSL5mNG3C8/s1600-h/Image141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xL6O6Pt_I/AAAAAAAACAM/AcSL5mNG3C8/s320/Image141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425795114881497074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What made it fun was that we could go into the tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xL7LjTN3I/AAAAAAAACAc/umdyGCMgWRc/s1600-h/Image145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xL7LjTN3I/AAAAAAAACAc/umdyGCMgWRc/s320/Image145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425795131159820146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture taken from the inside of the tree. My eyes hurt because it was too bright ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xL6qpNh5I/AAAAAAAACAU/YfbRy70Nhwk/s1600-h/Image143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xL6qpNh5I/AAAAAAAACAU/YfbRy70Nhwk/s320/Image143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425795122326243218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah and I - bauble-ized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xL7XJ869I/AAAAAAAACAk/bytT5eSDljs/s1600-h/Image149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xL7XJ869I/AAAAAAAACAk/bytT5eSDljs/s320/Image149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425795134274726866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Prada located in Ion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xL7mrUtoI/AAAAAAAACAs/RpIj9G2Whmo/s1600-h/Image148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xL7mrUtoI/AAAAAAAACAs/RpIj9G2Whmo/s320/Image148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425795138441229954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah and Louis Vuitton in Ion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xObdUYFZI/AAAAAAAACA0/AhgJBoXaLdg/s1600-h/Image151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xObdUYFZI/AAAAAAAACA0/AhgJBoXaLdg/s320/Image151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425797884708132242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Partially lighted up. Still not at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xObkoQ6_I/AAAAAAAACA8/YTA2cvArcTI/s1600-h/Image153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xObkoQ6_I/AAAAAAAACA8/YTA2cvArcTI/s320/Image153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425797886670597106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ferrero Rocher Christmas tree! Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xOcIq7XNI/AAAAAAAACBE/bIIFofm9V7I/s1600-h/Image154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xOcIq7XNI/AAAAAAAACBE/bIIFofm9V7I/s320/Image154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425797896345443538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All lighted up but looks horrible here. Looks beautiful in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xOcqsadyI/AAAAAAAACBM/QnuMr119crs/s1600-h/Image156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xOcqsadyI/AAAAAAAACBM/QnuMr119crs/s320/Image156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425797905478481698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sisterly loveeeeeee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Orchard Road at almost 8 PM and took the MRT home. It was jam-packed but much better and efficient than our.. LRT. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xOdIuQblI/AAAAAAAACBU/u31ZTOu3jP4/s1600-h/Image158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xOdIuQblI/AAAAAAAACBU/u31ZTOu3jP4/s320/Image158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425797913539276370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our dinner. Two chicken pies and MOS Burger fries. The burger is outta the pic. But it was nicey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. Didn't do much except walk around and ended up with sore feet. Came across a couple of rude people too. Bleh. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: All that was missing was Zekey. I missed him so much. Everywhere I went, I thought: How nice it would be if we were walking together now. We'd be pointing at this and that and exclaiming at everything while taking pictures. Ha ha. Wonder when that would ever happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-2963808317801993700?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2963808317801993700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=2963808317801993700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/2963808317801993700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/2963808317801993700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-2-at-singapore.html' title='Day 2 at Singapore.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0xR6VS_8II/AAAAAAAACBc/OA2Y5omqg4E/s72-c/terry_jielun.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-2008229877811038827</id><published>2010-01-08T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:10:25.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bomb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fml'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><title type='text'>FML.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0cuE8s_uhI/AAAAAAAAB9U/ZYM8v-O1ss4/s1600-h/079.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0cuE8s_uhI/AAAAAAAAB9U/ZYM8v-O1ss4/s320/079.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424354938740259346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: WATER DANCE by KAT-TUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bombing of churches? Smashing of cars with the cross in them?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is this country coming to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, a few nights ago I was lying down on the sofa in my living room and was reading my book. My dad was playing poker on Facebook when it started to rain. He panicked and told me to go outside and bring the watermelon pots in. I walked outside, opened up an umbrella, and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tried&lt;/span&gt; to drag the pots in with one hand. I failed. It was raining kinda heavily which made me refuse to put down the umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realized that I kept on getting pelted by raindrops. I had to adjust the position of the umbrella with one hand while I tried (oh so hard) to pull in the watermelon pots one by one. After &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; getting hit my the rain and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; no success in dragging the pots in, I stood up and looked up at the umbrella. I saw a big hole at the top of my umbrella. Fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Eventually I managed to pull the pots in. But still.. FML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0crICtXo_I/AAAAAAAAB9M/kzm0GB45FQk/s1600-h/Image196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0crICtXo_I/AAAAAAAAB9M/kzm0GB45FQk/s320/Image196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424351693357163506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-2008229877811038827?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2008229877811038827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=2008229877811038827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/2008229877811038827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/2008229877811038827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/01/fml.html' title='FML.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0cuE8s_uhI/AAAAAAAAB9U/ZYM8v-O1ss4/s72-c/079.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-4550251269984502437</id><published>2010-01-07T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:44:35.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Liew Yi Zhong! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0VyEo_NnKI/AAAAAAAAB9E/v1BlMs5FQnA/s1600-h/deg93.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0VyEo_NnKI/AAAAAAAAB9E/v1BlMs5FQnA/s320/deg93.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423866750285225122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: The Pledge by Dir en grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;050110, Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bestestestest&lt;/span&gt; friend, Yi Zhong! I hope you had a great day even though I wasn't able to spend the whole day with you. This is the first time ever since we met that I have actually celebrated my birthday with you and I feel great (: No matter what, you know I'll always be here for you babe. I'll always sayang you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;So anyway, Baby and I brought Yz out for breakfast at Carson's Bubble Tea. We met Ck there. Unfortunately, I forgot to take some pictures ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Yz and Ck left forMid Valley. Baby and I went back to his house to change and rest for a while before going gift-hunting for Yz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7 PM, we met Ck at Sunway Pyramid's bus stop to proceed off to Full House Damansara. I had no idea where we went. Usually I navigate Baby all over the place. But this time it was just pure confusion for me and Baby. We just tagged behind Ck from Bandar Sunway all the way to Damansara. We got stuck in a really bad traffic jam which went by quite quick because Baby and I were engaged in heavy conversation to pass the time by. Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0SS0Ir9pzI/AAAAAAAAB7U/h0rt-5oO5GM/s1600-h/Image252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0SS0Ir9pzI/AAAAAAAAB7U/h0rt-5oO5GM/s320/Image252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423621275643651890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby and a... bathtub. With cushions in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0SS0sSINJI/AAAAAAAAB7c/DIDum3g7MRk/s1600-h/Image253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0SS0sSINJI/AAAAAAAAB7c/DIDum3g7MRk/s320/Image253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423621285198967954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Baby standing a few feet away from the shower (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0SS013aaOI/AAAAAAAAB7k/R2e2AIQpHUI/s1600-h/Image254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0SS013aaOI/AAAAAAAAB7k/R2e2AIQpHUI/s320/Image254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423621287771269346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ze burthday gurl, Yi Mun (sorry I dunno how to spell her name) and Ck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0SS1dCtirI/AAAAAAAAB7s/GO6v9PGLKDw/s1600-h/Image255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0SS1dCtirI/AAAAAAAAB7s/GO6v9PGLKDw/s320/Image255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423621298287643314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby looking at Yz. For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0SS10yVqPI/AAAAAAAAB70/k3w2grqWtLs/s1600-h/Image256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0SS10yVqPI/AAAAAAAAB70/k3w2grqWtLs/s320/Image256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423621304661420274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yi Mun and Panda :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TCm8IKoaI/AAAAAAAAB78/UFy1m2qlK00/s1600-h/Image257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TCm8IKoaI/AAAAAAAAB78/UFy1m2qlK00/s320/Image257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423673825492115874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tz's reaction after receiving her present from me and Baby. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TCnIZSigI/AAAAAAAAB8E/svPP__EtgLc/s1600-h/Image259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TCnIZSigI/AAAAAAAAB8E/svPP__EtgLc/s320/Image259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423673828785162754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happily toying around with her present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TCnukMp5I/AAAAAAAAB8M/xSLcFm8IWWI/s1600-h/Image260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TCnukMp5I/AAAAAAAAB8M/xSLcFm8IWWI/s320/Image260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423673839031461778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TCoDApZoI/AAAAAAAAB8U/SS6d_UFbo6w/s1600-h/Image262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TCoDApZoI/AAAAAAAAB8U/SS6d_UFbo6w/s320/Image262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423673844519495298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ck surprised her with a big teddy bear! Her face macam tomato sudah. It cost RM9x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TCoeFzQwI/AAAAAAAAB8c/wn-5ODDYlNQ/s1600-h/Image264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TCoeFzQwI/AAAAAAAAB8c/wn-5ODDYlNQ/s320/Image264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423673851788870402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And she finally cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TFQIeyDmI/AAAAAAAAB8k/9EBBtcCWqjo/s1600-h/Image266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TFQIeyDmI/AAAAAAAAB8k/9EBBtcCWqjo/s320/Image266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423676732206091874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emo-ing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TFQo2LZyI/AAAAAAAAB8s/HoXAREkMhYA/s1600-h/Image272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TFQo2LZyI/AAAAAAAAB8s/HoXAREkMhYA/s320/Image272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423676740894156578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My alfredo spaghetti and watermelon juice. Was goooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TFRl2-sLI/AAAAAAAAB88/b02jrTa6uF4/s1600-h/Image278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TFRl2-sLI/AAAAAAAAB88/b02jrTa6uF4/s320/Image278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423676757272080562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baskin Robbins Oreo Ice-Cream cake which cost RM1XX. The strawberry ice cream inside was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TFRKV2o1I/AAAAAAAAB80/wt40e40afec/s1600-h/Image274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0TFRKV2o1I/AAAAAAAAB80/wt40e40afec/s320/Image274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423676749885383506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby and I. hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other pictures are in Yz's phone. I guess they'll be up on Facebook soon. I hope you had a great day babe. Hey, you're 19! xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-4550251269984502437?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4550251269984502437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=4550251269984502437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/4550251269984502437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/4550251269984502437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-liew-yi-zhong-3.html' title='Happy Birthday Liew Yi Zhong! &lt;3'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S0VyEo_NnKI/AAAAAAAAB9E/v1BlMs5FQnA/s72-c/deg93.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-8064797142149907465</id><published>2010-01-01T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:37:02.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 at Singapore (and a Happy New Year!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2y6E6UM4I/AAAAAAAAB7M/Lmy2ZNmWmlw/s1600-h/shakiraicon15ud3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2y6E6UM4I/AAAAAAAAB7M/Lmy2ZNmWmlw/s320/shakiraicon15ud3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421686237244437378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Whenever, Wherever by Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No New Year's resolutions this time. I never stick to them. Another 8 more months until I become 19! But I'm not looking forward to it. Nothing to look forward to anymore. Not like when I was gonna be 18. Anyway, have a great year people! Love ya'll (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;221209, Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to go to Holiday Villa to board the bus at 10.45 AM. After a bad experience with Konsortium bus services 2 years ago, my mum went for Aeroline, which was awesome. But then we went down a step and vied for First Coach instead (which is much more economy friendly and is good enough for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SzmdEzVkcgI/AAAAAAAAB38/RlE6R854-mM/s1600-h/Image075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SzmdEzVkcgI/AAAAAAAAB38/RlE6R854-mM/s320/Image075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420536332342817282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nic and Dad carrying (part of) our luggage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SzmdFSp3PQI/AAAAAAAAB4E/zSr-tw438is/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SzmdFSp3PQI/AAAAAAAAB4E/zSr-tw438is/s320/Image076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420536340749434114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://wouldyoulovemeoforwhoiam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hannah&lt;/a&gt; and Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SzmdFzwIyHI/AAAAAAAAB4M/pVRMy8m5NWc/s1600-h/Image077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SzmdFzwIyHI/AAAAAAAAB4M/pVRMy8m5NWc/s320/Image077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420536349634119794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ze bus/coach or whatever you wanna call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SzmdGUDXplI/AAAAAAAAB4U/MzhcbdL8sto/s1600-h/Image078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SzmdGUDXplI/AAAAAAAAB4U/MzhcbdL8sto/s320/Image078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420536358304720466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The inside of First Coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SzmdGlXFgnI/AAAAAAAAB4c/HmH1NOXsxTo/s1600-h/Image079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SzmdGlXFgnI/AAAAAAAAB4c/HmH1NOXsxTo/s320/Image079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420536362950820466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite part of riding in this bus - the VOD (Video On Demand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we remembered to pack our earphones which was required to watch the VOD. I ended up watching Prince of Egypt and Zodiac. Prince of Egypt was awesome (I never get bored of it) but Zodiac made me sleep. And I had this 40+ year-old man sitting beside me. When he walked in, I could smell the cigarette smoke lingering on him. Yuck. I wished Baby could have sat beside me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was texting Baby during the whole journey. He was really upset that we couldn't text while I was going to be in Singapore. One text from Singapore to Malaysia would cost RM1. Which sucked.  Baby was nice enough to text me frequently while I was in Singapore, even though I couldn't reply. I love you Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2lyRWk4WI/AAAAAAAAB5E/kGJ7BjYcF88/s1600-h/Image080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2lyRWk4WI/AAAAAAAAB5E/kGJ7BjYcF88/s320/Image080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421671809494081890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived at Plaza Parkroyal Hotel roughly around 5 PM. We were delayed by 1 hour plus because Hannah and I were stuck at Singapore's immigration for an additional 30 minutes. We were unlucky that our queue was full of foreigners from the Middle-East. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2ly1pdJkI/AAAAAAAAB5M/bvwlHYZsisc/s1600-h/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2ly1pdJkI/AAAAAAAAB5M/bvwlHYZsisc/s320/Image082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421671819236943426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my uncle and grandma's house. Messy but comfy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2lzVh8THI/AAAAAAAAB5U/May92r5xnXE/s1600-h/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2lzVh8THI/AAAAAAAAB5U/May92r5xnXE/s320/Image083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421671827795364978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from my grandma's apartment in Jalan Membina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2lzybXcLI/AAAAAAAAB5c/ZnqjXj2KuLI/s1600-h/Image084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2lzybXcLI/AAAAAAAAB5c/ZnqjXj2KuLI/s320/Image084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421671835552411826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy talking to grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2l0O1t2DI/AAAAAAAAB5k/HR2EIaBEyB8/s1600-h/Image085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2l0O1t2DI/AAAAAAAAB5k/HR2EIaBEyB8/s320/Image085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421671843179124786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah fumbling around with her bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2oCZyU13I/AAAAAAAAB5s/xoVTW0Se4W4/s1600-h/Image086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2oCZyU13I/AAAAAAAAB5s/xoVTW0Se4W4/s320/Image086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421674285659117426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy and Kau Fu (my uncle) were talking outside while Hannah and I were reading and hanging out in our room. My sister had a craving for sushi. Thus, Kau Fu's decision to go for a Japanese food buffet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2oC-neHWI/AAAAAAAAB50/cqxiBD25WrQ/s1600-h/Image087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2oC-neHWI/AAAAAAAAB50/cqxiBD25WrQ/s320/Image087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421674295545699682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to go fetch Kau Fu's girlfriend at her workplace to join us for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2oDcIH4-I/AAAAAAAAB58/NBQi_b0t1ro/s1600-h/Image088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2oDcIH4-I/AAAAAAAAB58/NBQi_b0t1ro/s320/Image088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421674303467283426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are taxis everywhere in Singapore. Oh, the ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2oDumRp-I/AAAAAAAAB6E/J2xqq79vAo8/s1600-h/Image091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2oDumRp-I/AAAAAAAAB6E/J2xqq79vAo8/s320/Image091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421674308425590754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suki Sakura Internation Buffet Restaurant in Shaw Mall which is located in Balestier, an area in Singapore. Thee was a wide variety of food for SGD20 each. They not only had sushi but chinese food, italian food and other types of food as well. A great price for so many choices of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2oEKf661I/AAAAAAAAB6M/DBN4fyg1syY/s1600-h/Image092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2oEKf661I/AAAAAAAAB6M/DBN4fyg1syY/s320/Image092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421674315915127634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2sPY8EQNI/AAAAAAAAB6U/yvPSPkymXo8/s1600-h/Image093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2sPY8EQNI/AAAAAAAAB6U/yvPSPkymXo8/s320/Image093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421678906816348370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kau Fu and his girlfriend, Natalie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2sPpgsKHI/AAAAAAAAB6c/kBsqzjexDNA/s1600-h/Image094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2sPpgsKHI/AAAAAAAAB6c/kBsqzjexDNA/s320/Image094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421678911264925810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was sick so I had to drink hot green tea ): But I had my miso soup! Which didn't really taste so nice. It was too powdery. And I saw Japanese cold noodle. Ever since Baby introduced me to it, I tried not to touch it. Our tastes differ sometimes. I stood in front of the cold noodle for quite some time and zoned out. I started thinking about Baby. And I thought, maybe eating one of his favorite Japanese meals would draw me closer to him. And it did. I didn't expect much of the noodles. Like usual, I didn't like the taste of it but proceeded to finish it anyway. I missed him so much )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2sQKkd4_I/AAAAAAAAB6k/K4Cm0D6tiUw/s1600-h/Image095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2sQKkd4_I/AAAAAAAAB6k/K4Cm0D6tiUw/s320/Image095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421678920139138034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah and Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2sQaEu8pI/AAAAAAAAB6s/JT2Xc-gp3as/s1600-h/Image096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2sQaEu8pI/AAAAAAAAB6s/JT2Xc-gp3as/s320/Image096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421678924301005458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The interior of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2sQ5TuGvI/AAAAAAAAB60/zbOoBg6Z-BY/s1600-h/Image097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2sQ5TuGvI/AAAAAAAAB60/zbOoBg6Z-BY/s320/Image097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421678932685363954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My chocolate, chocolate chip and sweet corn ice cream. I was still coughing badly and still had phlegm stuck in my throat. But I couldn't resist the wide varietiy of desserts. Mummy didn't allow me to have any. But after much persuasion from Hannah, Mummy gave in. And surprisingly, my cough got better! I stopped coughing the day after. He he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2vxL8VSLI/AAAAAAAAB68/5JGwo5Mfnrw/s1600-h/Image098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2vxL8VSLI/AAAAAAAAB68/5JGwo5Mfnrw/s320/Image098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421682785978239154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black Forest, Oreo Cheese and Choc Mochi. Dessert! I had honeydew pudding with nata de coco too. Yummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2vxmC4iUI/AAAAAAAAB7E/y8f1RPbH0xk/s1600-h/Image099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2vxmC4iUI/AAAAAAAAB7E/y8f1RPbH0xk/s320/Image099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421682792985037122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas Lights - Geylang Version (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went home, had a nice warm shower and went to sleep. or at least I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; to sleep. I missed my Zekey Wong so much, I cried every time I read his text messages. I really wished he was there with me, lying down beside me. Missed gazing into his eyes. Stroking his face. Hugging him tight. Baby I love you so much. One day we shall go travel together. I hope it will be soon xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-8064797142149907465?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8064797142149907465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=8064797142149907465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8064797142149907465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8064797142149907465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-1-at-singapore.html' title='Day 1 at Singapore (and a Happy New Year!)'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sz2y6E6UM4I/AAAAAAAAB7M/Lmy2ZNmWmlw/s72-c/shakiraicon15ud3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-7163390218205404384</id><published>2009-12-28T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:59:21.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SzhI0tsEekI/AAAAAAAAB30/CvKtSeWT5WE/s1600-h/snsd123.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SzhI0tsEekI/AAAAAAAAB30/CvKtSeWT5WE/s320/snsd123.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420162221995227714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Gee by Girls Generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually been home for a few days now, only that I didn't have the time to use the PC for long. Anyway, I'll be updating soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby baby baby I missed you so much! I can't wait for you to come home from Sabah then we can go watch movie together. You owe me &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SzhFfLqzkcI/AAAAAAAAB3s/WPOLo0RrpvM/s1600-h/Image194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SzhFfLqzkcI/AAAAAAAAB3s/WPOLo0RrpvM/s320/Image194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420158553550983618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-7163390218205404384?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7163390218205404384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=7163390218205404384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7163390218205404384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7163390218205404384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-home.html' title='I Am Home!'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SzhI0tsEekI/AAAAAAAAB30/CvKtSeWT5WE/s72-c/snsd123.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-4938323926526058914</id><published>2009-12-22T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:30:02.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Nothing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to Singapore at 10.45 AM tomorrow. Thus, I won't be on Facebook often anymore. Forget about my blog, I rarely have the time to blog much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely see much green nowadays so I decided to admire the weeds in my garden. But the weeds looked horrible, so I decided to look at some potted plants instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sy-jW1tLvII/AAAAAAAAB3M/jUmzSek2sFE/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sy-jW1tLvII/AAAAAAAAB3M/jUmzSek2sFE/s320/Image048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417728489519037570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister's watermelon plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sy-jXeH255I/AAAAAAAAB3U/J-hL-jos9IM/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sy-jXeH255I/AAAAAAAAB3U/J-hL-jos9IM/s320/Image049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417728500368336786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents' "fu kwai fa". I don't know what it's called in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sy-jX19_KZI/AAAAAAAAB3c/HT3dx-8rQ9I/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sy-jX19_KZI/AAAAAAAAB3c/HT3dx-8rQ9I/s320/Image050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417728506769385874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the "fu kwai fa" punya roots, kinda creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss my Baby so much. I'm already missing him now because I don't see him. But I'm gonna miss him even more when I'm in Singapore 'cause I won't even be able to text him. Baby I wish you could come with me. It would make things so much easier for me. You're the awesome-est xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sy-jWf5FtAI/AAAAAAAAB3E/ilpq6CvciOo/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sy-jWf5FtAI/AAAAAAAAB3E/ilpq6CvciOo/s320/Image025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417728483663393794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My not-so-little drummer boy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sy-jYWdqdBI/AAAAAAAAB3k/qx93u3lcBKM/s1600-h/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sy-jYWdqdBI/AAAAAAAAB3k/qx93u3lcBKM/s320/Image051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417728515492181010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merry X'mas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-4938323926526058914?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4938323926526058914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=4938323926526058914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/4938323926526058914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/4938323926526058914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/12/farewell.html' title='Farewell.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sy-jW1tLvII/AAAAAAAAB3M/jUmzSek2sFE/s72-c/Image048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-1308560624547490240</id><published>2009-12-19T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T14:33:44.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxzkfaoYlI/AAAAAAAAB28/7xYiAIT-Pgw/s1600-h/terry_jielunjay2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxzkfaoYlI/AAAAAAAAB28/7xYiAIT-Pgw/s320/terry_jielunjay2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416831522565546578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Hei Se Mao Yi by Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;181209, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum wanted to go to Summit yesterday to get a haircut, but changed her mind soon after. Instead, we decided to go to Sunway Pyramid to just waste time. We left the house at about 3 PM, and by the time we reached SS12 (the housing area before Pyramid), the line of cars queuing up for parking made my jaw drop. So, Mum decided to go to Subang Parade. We did. After wasting almost half an hour stuck in long traffic jams. Public holidays and their wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Subang Parade, we were again astounded by the amount of cars queuing up to gain entrance to the parking lot. My dad made a detour and parked in Carrefour instead (there were no card queuing up). We proceeded to walk to Subang Parade. But lo and behold, the rain poured down like as if the heavens were crying. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suay&lt;/span&gt;. So we had no choice but to walk around in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrefour&lt;/span&gt;. My sister had to get her friend a birthday present. If she did not, I would have persuaded my parents to leave immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we bought her present, we left for home. The heavy pitter-patter of the rain allowed me to zone out during the journey back home. I was woken up from my comfort zone when Mum said she wanted to go have cheesecake at Daily Meal Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxThgU-JDI/AAAAAAAAB20/aaOmbYbCET4/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxThgU-JDI/AAAAAAAAB20/aaOmbYbCET4/s320/Image062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416796286898545714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we reached there, the cafe was already closing but Pa managed to get hold of the owner and told him we just wanted to have tea and cake. He agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxThYGyFYI/AAAAAAAAB2s/CWJfayxeBcY/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxThYGyFYI/AAAAAAAAB2s/CWJfayxeBcY/s320/Image061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416796284691551618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate moist cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxSwpSZayI/AAAAAAAAB1s/r5kKGwSMwyc/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxSwpSZayI/AAAAAAAAB1s/r5kKGwSMwyc/s320/Image053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416795447490079522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lemon meringue cheese cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxTg2_4vhI/AAAAAAAAB2k/ZR848Db_Ocg/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxTg2_4vhI/AAAAAAAAB2k/ZR848Db_Ocg/s320/Image060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416796275804257810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My breakfast tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxSxFhg4DI/AAAAAAAAB10/mIlaOQZdqMo/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxSxFhg4DI/AAAAAAAAB10/mIlaOQZdqMo/s320/Image054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416795455069675570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A nice painting on the cafe's wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxTgiZn7YI/AAAAAAAAB2c/xgZguWxMpg4/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxTgiZn7YI/AAAAAAAAB2c/xgZguWxMpg4/s320/Image059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416796270275063170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mum having her cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxSxk7sNNI/AAAAAAAAB18/klVI-zH10jQ/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxSxk7sNNI/AAAAAAAAB18/klVI-zH10jQ/s320/Image055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416795463500969170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for the blur picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxTgMG6CII/AAAAAAAAB2U/3ODZjdALWAI/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxTgMG6CII/AAAAAAAAB2U/3ODZjdALWAI/s320/Image058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416796264290977922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxSyBzc74I/AAAAAAAAB2E/hrlYdsKGiWI/s1600-h/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxSyBzc74I/AAAAAAAAB2E/hrlYdsKGiWI/s320/Image056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416795471251042178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have got nice decorations on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxSyvE1G7I/AAAAAAAAB2M/FX15mEWBDp4/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxSyvE1G7I/AAAAAAAAB2M/FX15mEWBDp4/s320/Image057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416795483403525042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah. The black thing obscuring the view is my brother's hair. He was kind of emo because he was sleepy. No picture of him ):&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back from Singapore on Christmas day itself, not on the 26th because my brother won't be following us to Singapore. After much discussion, Mum decided to come back on Christmas to celebrate with Pa and Nic. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Baby.. I'm so tired. Help me, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-1308560624547490240?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1308560624547490240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=1308560624547490240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/1308560624547490240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/1308560624547490240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/12/listening-to-hei-se-mao-yi-by-jay-chou.html' title=''/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SyxzkfaoYlI/AAAAAAAAB28/7xYiAIT-Pgw/s72-c/terry_jielunjay2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-270205006274376065</id><published>2009-12-15T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:48:48.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCSJ ADP AEA :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycVGousxDI/AAAAAAAAB1c/noZbJIAZNTo/s1600-h/51735895_1259396887_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycVGousxDI/AAAAAAAAB1c/noZbJIAZNTo/s320/51735895_1259396887_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415320280692999218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Dead School Screaming by Alice Nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;061209, Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know, SCSJ ADP AEA stands for SEGi College Subang Jaya American Degree Program Academic Excellence Award. It's just so bloody long, I decided to shorten everything. I have not been updating frequently because I've fallen sick, I've been studying (a bit) for my finals and I rarely get hold of my PC now because my mum or dad is always on it playing poker and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycNlvcO5NI/AAAAAAAAB0M/npWjWKOiU7A/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycNlvcO5NI/AAAAAAAAB0M/npWjWKOiU7A/s320/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415312018977514706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, on the first Sunday of this month, I had to get up so freaking early in the morning. I have never woken up at 7+ AM for a year (or more) already, ever since I finished Form 5. The event was held at Prince Hotel and Residence, KL which is just behind Pavilion. The AEA is held to award students who have maintained at least a 3.3 CGPA. After the AEA was the graduation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycNmMiTUHI/AAAAAAAAB0U/a-0E3eRerHc/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycNmMiTUHI/AAAAAAAAB0U/a-0E3eRerHc/s320/Image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415312026787598450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt kinda sad when I saw Angie's boyfriend with her. I wanted Baby to come along too. But he couldn't )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycNlEF_ATI/AAAAAAAAB0E/a6KIdCFkF_k/s1600-h/16769_190865092599_720387599_2954970_8086206_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycNlEF_ATI/AAAAAAAAB0E/a6KIdCFkF_k/s320/16769_190865092599_720387599_2954970_8086206_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415312007341474098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tanzy and I. He and &lt;a href="http://www.wretch.cc/blog/icecream91"&gt;Fcy&lt;/a&gt; looked like as if they were getting married when they took a picture together. Dua2 pakai baju putih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycNmp6-yFI/AAAAAAAAB0c/VP09YnpKuaM/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycNmp6-yFI/AAAAAAAAB0c/VP09YnpKuaM/s320/Image034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415312034675738706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently mocktail session. The mocktail tasted like sirap limau ais. Maybe it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycQ_5znCCI/AAAAAAAAB08/vfTLrF6s23k/s1600-h/16769_190853172599_720387599_2954928_7757656_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycQ_5znCCI/AAAAAAAAB08/vfTLrF6s23k/s320/16769_190853172599_720387599_2954928_7757656_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415315766971402274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roy, Me, Mr. Lee, Chong and Fcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycNnPMTPHI/AAAAAAAAB0k/8hOqrCrzOv4/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycNnPMTPHI/AAAAAAAAB0k/8hOqrCrzOv4/s320/Image038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415312044680494194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tanzy and Fcy. Our international buffet was a scam. I paid Rm140 for local food and sushi. Actually there was more, like bread, salad, a wide variety of desserts. But still, international food - my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycRAgxh0MI/AAAAAAAAB1M/LT5u9A7s9jc/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycRAgxh0MI/AAAAAAAAB1M/LT5u9A7s9jc/s320/Image040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415315777431654594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fcy and her pink kuih. I thought it was ice cream at first lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycQ_LDgNFI/AAAAAAAAB0s/GtYYVG2vH2U/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycQ_LDgNFI/AAAAAAAAB0s/GtYYVG2vH2U/s320/Image041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415315754421597266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Desserts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycQ_jeNC9I/AAAAAAAAB00/FqUGf3EDMUk/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycQ_jeNC9I/AAAAAAAAB00/FqUGf3EDMUk/s320/Image042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415315760976038866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The besttttttttttt. Yummmmmm. I had to queue up for so long because the idiots in front of me spammed every single topping (jellybeans, wafers, rainbow sprinkles, choc sprinkles, etc.). Even the ice-cream cones. I don't even know why they needed ice cream cones when the ice cream was already in a bowl. My ice cream was melting ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Baby texted me and told me that Aunty Michelle invited me for dinner at Shabu-Shabu because it was Ziqin's birthday. Went back to Summit and waited for Baby to fetch me. It was raining heavily. The wind tried to blow my dress when I was standing in front of the mall's main entrance. I didn't want to feel like Marilyn Monroe. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycSwxSwcXI/AAAAAAAAB1U/IWr3F19KKkU/s1600-h/13336_205316598656_754958656_3057256_7486216_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycSwxSwcXI/AAAAAAAAB1U/IWr3F19KKkU/s320/13336_205316598656_754958656_3057256_7486216_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415317706011341170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby and I in Shabu-Shabu, Puchong. Heart heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in heels for the whole day never hurt so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-270205006274376065?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/270205006274376065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=270205006274376065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/270205006274376065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/270205006274376065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/12/scsj-adp-aea-d.html' title='SCSJ ADP AEA :D'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SycVGousxDI/AAAAAAAAB1c/noZbJIAZNTo/s72-c/51735895_1259396887_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-6498575562773040324</id><published>2009-12-09T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:21:58.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx--xBT9F_I/AAAAAAAABz8/aIAHqGl61jk/s1600-h/003y36zr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx--xBT9F_I/AAAAAAAABz8/aIAHqGl61jk/s320/003y36zr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413255026497624050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Haru Haru by Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's study week and I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;barely&lt;/span&gt; even studying. I'm reading up on my Sociology because that subject needs the most reading besides History. But somehow, History seems slightly easier than Sociology. It always has been since the beginning of the semester. I don't scream or shout in my sleep anymore so I suppose I'm not so stressed out anymore. Don't ask me why I screamed or shouted in my sleep. I never did it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing my Baby for the last time on Sunday - I think. I'm going to be busy with my finals while he prepares for youth camp and his trip to Sabah for his aunty's wedding. Won't be seeing him until after Christmas. Or New Year's. Not so sure which one. I'll be leaving for Singapore on the 22nd and will be back on the 26th (Saturday afternoon). I won't be going for youth I suppose. My departure back to KL on the 26th is at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.45 AM&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going to be so tired and I'm gonna miss my Baby so so much while he's gone ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many birthdays this month (Happy Birthday to Ziqin, Nick Choo, Jikin and Audrey). And also so many deaths. Day after day we see freak accidents in the papers. A friend of my friend passed away after getting struck by lightning. It appeared in The Star yesterday. And exactly a week ago, my friend's father passed away after slipping off their house rooftop. So people, please be careful. Drive carefully on wet roads okay? This applies to you too Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for now. Only one picture. Special one lah okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx-8gfZKdbI/AAAAAAAABz0/a7-U8Fx9_2c/s1600-h/15746_218116098055_684483055_4271223_6468138_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx-8gfZKdbI/AAAAAAAABz0/a7-U8Fx9_2c/s320/15746_218116098055_684483055_4271223_6468138_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413252543491503538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still sleep with that pillow :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-6498575562773040324?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6498575562773040324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=6498575562773040324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6498575562773040324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6498575562773040324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-sad.html' title='I Feel Sad.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx--xBT9F_I/AAAAAAAABz8/aIAHqGl61jk/s72-c/003y36zr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-6657085060865547931</id><published>2009-12-08T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:23:37.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Praise Fund the Fund Charity Dinner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx05YkUNgsI/AAAAAAAABzs/ECEzn9p0w34/s1600-h/onerepublic01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx05YkUNgsI/AAAAAAAABzs/ECEzn9p0w34/s320/onerepublic01.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412545421397295810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Stop and Stare by One Republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church charity dinner at Tan sri Jeffrey Cheah Hall, SJK(C) Chee Wen. The theme for the occasion was blue and red. About 1000 people were present, yay! Emcees for the night were Ong and Lionel's girlfriend (I can't remember her name). Paintings were successfully auctioned off. The only downside was the food. Sekinchan food wasn't as awesome as I thought it was going to be ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyCI5rVYsI/AAAAAAAABwc/jno8POX-_r0/s1600-h/Image813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyCI5rVYsI/AAAAAAAABwc/jno8POX-_r0/s320/Image813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412343941625635522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C.O.O.L Youth booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyCJfDao2I/AAAAAAAABwk/WCJ-lGwvvBI/s1600-h/Image814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyCJfDao2I/AAAAAAAABwk/WCJ-lGwvvBI/s320/Image814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412343951658754914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Wong. Ha ha! New name for him. &lt;a href="http://khorwenli.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wenli&lt;/a&gt; and Siemens in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyCJwXX7nI/AAAAAAAABws/LroVP_z3ylc/s1600-h/Image815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyCJwXX7nI/AAAAAAAABws/LroVP_z3ylc/s320/Image815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412343956305866354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ziqin, Calvin and Collin (the twins). Go Liverpool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyCKORvaBI/AAAAAAAABw0/59TWm_bjPqM/s1600-h/Image816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyCKORvaBI/AAAAAAAABw0/59TWm_bjPqM/s320/Image816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412343964335302674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nic, Hannah, Dad, Mum and Aunty Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyCKvD7FLI/AAAAAAAABw8/FN_ZJL6VK7A/s1600-h/Image817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyCKvD7FLI/AAAAAAAABw8/FN_ZJL6VK7A/s320/Image817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412343973135717554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Wong and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyF35ODz_I/AAAAAAAABxE/TcjRIVKuXTA/s1600-h/Image818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyF35ODz_I/AAAAAAAABxE/TcjRIVKuXTA/s320/Image818.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412348047491583986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharolyn and Jichuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyF4W4q3iI/AAAAAAAABxM/0fyVPaaC23Q/s1600-h/Image819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyF4W4q3iI/AAAAAAAABxM/0fyVPaaC23Q/s320/Image819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412348055454932514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex! Ha ha. We were located all the way behind. Second table from the back ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyF49LsHyI/AAAAAAAABxU/ILQ0Wx4udhc/s1600-h/Image820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyF49LsHyI/AAAAAAAABxU/ILQ0Wx4udhc/s320/Image820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412348065735253794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siemens (Best Dressed!) and Xindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyF5Jc1khI/AAAAAAAABxc/3dmQZapl-SI/s1600-h/Image821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyF5Jc1khI/AAAAAAAABxc/3dmQZapl-SI/s320/Image821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412348069028401682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brian and Life Oyster Sauce :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyF5mChGqI/AAAAAAAABxk/UTprLVCD0Zg/s1600-h/Image822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxyF5mChGqI/AAAAAAAABxk/UTprLVCD0Zg/s320/Image822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412348076702636706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brian and Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sxz-B_E_JKI/AAAAAAAABxs/eLsqSjMgH-k/s1600-h/Image823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sxz-B_E_JKI/AAAAAAAABxs/eLsqSjMgH-k/s320/Image823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412480162258166946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best tasting dish among all. Besides the prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sxz-CbN7L2I/AAAAAAAABx0/Z-7RiYaC3EM/s1600-h/Image824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sxz-CbN7L2I/AAAAAAAABx0/Z-7RiYaC3EM/s320/Image824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412480169811849058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soup (Mini Monk Jump Over the Wall weeeeee~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sxz-C24qrpI/AAAAAAAABx8/CYhAw7g-CyQ/s1600-h/Image825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sxz-C24qrpI/AAAAAAAABx8/CYhAw7g-CyQ/s320/Image825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412480177238879890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siemens and Jichuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sxz-DOQZZLI/AAAAAAAAByE/dpZcqILigGM/s1600-h/Image826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sxz-DOQZZLI/AAAAAAAAByE/dpZcqILigGM/s320/Image826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412480183512425650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheryl (I think that's how her name is spelt) and Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sxz-DpHBrFI/AAAAAAAAByM/HZOfFKOzlJU/s1600-h/Image827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sxz-DpHBrFI/AAAAAAAAByM/HZOfFKOzlJU/s320/Image827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412480190720879698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't have time to take a picture of it when it arrived 'cause the fish kena whack damn fast. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you people noticed, there's only been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; picture of me up there. Now, for more pictures &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;including&lt;/span&gt; me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx02w2mcwuI/AAAAAAAAByU/lTabBq4Oxp8/s1600-h/12152_186484295962_507210962_3005925_2242363_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx02w2mcwuI/AAAAAAAAByU/lTabBq4Oxp8/s320/12152_186484295962_507210962_3005925_2242363_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412542540087608034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pwn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx03lo9xfyI/AAAAAAAABzk/ndaATU4XPb8/s1600-h/13336_205316508656_754958656_3057241_1637562_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx03lo9xfyI/AAAAAAAABzk/ndaATU4XPb8/s320/13336_205316508656_754958656_3057241_1637562_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412543446960406306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx02xfO9jAI/AAAAAAAAByk/KvM2b7ZqV-8/s1600-h/13336_205316363656_754958656_3057219_8261364_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx02xfO9jAI/AAAAAAAAByk/KvM2b7ZqV-8/s320/13336_205316363656_754958656_3057219_8261364_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412542550994947074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Collin. Ziqin kacau behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx03ew6JgNI/AAAAAAAABzc/bUYqFTI8lL4/s1600-h/13336_205316493656_754958656_3057239_5588175_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx03ew6JgNI/AAAAAAAABzc/bUYqFTI8lL4/s320/13336_205316493656_754958656_3057239_5588175_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412543328833601746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rambut lawa (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx02x0QKSqI/AAAAAAAABys/7sCWbvcfAXw/s1600-h/13336_205316373656_754958656_3057221_331631_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx02x0QKSqI/AAAAAAAABys/7sCWbvcfAXw/s320/13336_205316373656_754958656_3057221_331631_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412542556637121186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx03ehISZ7I/AAAAAAAABzU/KQEbENC6MUE/s1600-h/13336_205316463656_754958656_3057235_751561_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx03ehISZ7I/AAAAAAAABzU/KQEbENC6MUE/s320/13336_205316463656_754958656_3057235_751561_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412543324597938098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx02yOBi51I/AAAAAAAABy0/_T5uRATuxTA/s1600-h/13336_205316403656_754958656_3057227_326869_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx02yOBi51I/AAAAAAAABy0/_T5uRATuxTA/s320/13336_205316403656_754958656_3057227_326869_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412542563555141458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby and me (bibir muncung).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx03eSs1sAI/AAAAAAAABzM/DdGzdclWFuo/s1600-h/13336_205316453656_754958656_3057234_6294187_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx03eSs1sAI/AAAAAAAABzM/DdGzdclWFuo/s320/13336_205316453656_754958656_3057234_6294187_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412543320724713474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx03diR_oII/AAAAAAAABy8/xvh373ze8B8/s1600-h/13336_205316428656_754958656_3057230_3165147_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx03diR_oII/AAAAAAAABy8/xvh373ze8B8/s320/13336_205316428656_754958656_3057230_3165147_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412543307727216770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smileeee. Hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx03dy-TSnI/AAAAAAAABzE/hiwi4PkBje8/s1600-h/13336_205316448656_754958656_3057233_6151240_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx03dy-TSnI/AAAAAAAABzE/hiwi4PkBje8/s320/13336_205316448656_754958656_3057233_6151240_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412543312208022130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx02xGS4m6I/AAAAAAAAByc/9uWHzSnJUt4/s1600-h/12152_186484310962_507210962_3005926_6413233_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx02xGS4m6I/AAAAAAAAByc/9uWHzSnJUt4/s320/12152_186484310962_507210962_3005926_6413233_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412542544300514210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wannabe photographer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-6657085060865547931?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6657085060865547931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=6657085060865547931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6657085060865547931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6657085060865547931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/12/high-praise-fund-fund-charity-dinner.html' title='High Praise Fund the Fund Charity Dinner.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sx05YkUNgsI/AAAAAAAABzs/ECEzn9p0w34/s72-c/onerepublic01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-1372127802455300681</id><published>2009-12-05T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:41:39.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxpxB_UOAUI/AAAAAAAABwU/I9q6WlVmt6A/s1600-h/003728zp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxpxB_UOAUI/AAAAAAAABwU/I9q6WlVmt6A/s320/003728zp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411762181229117762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Nageki no Koufuku by Sadie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hectic week. Presentation after presentation. Study break is next week, then my finals. Finally, some sleep. Yes, I am sleep deprived - again. I am too lazy to give a really long update so I'll stick to a short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to wake up at 6.30 AM tomorrow morning for my ADP department's AEA (Academic Excellence Award) at Prince Hotel and Residences - I think. I have not waken up at that time for more than a year - ever since I completed secondary school. I have no idea why they've got to hold it on a Sunday morning. Heck I don't even wake up at 6.30 AM to go to church. I get up like, 3 hours after that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Baby the past few days have been awesome. Like you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sxpw3FR70tI/AAAAAAAABwM/GJW0pDcv9Ts/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sxpw3FR70tI/AAAAAAAABwM/GJW0pDcv9Ts/s320/Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411761993851589330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PPS: I love you! I love it when we don't argue. Hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-1372127802455300681?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1372127802455300681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=1372127802455300681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/1372127802455300681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/1372127802455300681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/12/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxpxB_UOAUI/AAAAAAAABwU/I9q6WlVmt6A/s72-c/003728zp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-3796616909770737315</id><published>2009-12-01T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:38:32.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninja Assassin + 6 Months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxP052vS2SI/AAAAAAAABvc/Ot4zNXiorCQ/s1600/2n9c1mh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxP052vS2SI/AAAAAAAABvc/Ot4zNXiorCQ/s320/2n9c1mh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409936852185700642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Fire by 2NE1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 241109&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our 6 month anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxPuvszC8JI/AAAAAAAABus/WviklLu50k4/s1600/Picnik+collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxPuvszC8JI/AAAAAAAABus/WviklLu50k4/s320/Picnik+collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409930080648622226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I won tickets from Nuffnang to Ninja Assassin's movie premiere screening at Mid Valley. Baby and I decided to try the NPE - but we ended up in the middle of a bad traffic jam in Bangsar. Eventually we made it to Mid Valley before 8 PM. One of the things I love about our relationship is that the both of us love adventures. Getting lost using the NPE is just one of the little ones. But it's a start. I love being navigator for my Baby. We'll go for bigger adventures soon, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxPe5n1K75I/AAAAAAAABuM/cna2uzqmT6o/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxPe5n1K75I/AAAAAAAABuM/cna2uzqmT6o/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409912658928005010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The movie was nothing much to brag about. There was an improvement in Rain's english. I still remember watching Speed Racer. Oh, I could barely grasp a word he was saying. But still better than other Koreans' mastery of the english language. I couldn't really see much throughout the movie because it was kinda dark. And they're, well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ninjas&lt;/span&gt;. They're supposed to blend into the shadows yadda yadda yadda. To all those Rain/Jeong Ji-Hoon fans out there. Prepare yourself for a shocking (violent) portrayal of the lovable, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mata sepet&lt;/span&gt; hunk :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxPe5zFkStI/AAAAAAAABuU/OtcUb0gQwRk/s1600/rain6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxPe5zFkStI/AAAAAAAABuU/OtcUb0gQwRk/s320/rain6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409912661949565650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxPny7T5GFI/AAAAAAAABuk/G2RzUk313T8/s1600/Image801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxPny7T5GFI/AAAAAAAABuk/G2RzUk313T8/s320/Image801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409922439502698578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby had claypot chicken rice for dinner. It cost RM6.50 and barely filled him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxPdkp4d09I/AAAAAAAABts/Irt6XV8oYH4/s1600/Image802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxPdkp4d09I/AAAAAAAABts/Irt6XV8oYH4/s320/Image802.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409911199189816274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My chicken rice which cost me RM6. My tummy still felt empty after eating it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxPdly4WjII/AAAAAAAABt8/XiN6dwyeLEs/s1600/Image804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxPdly4WjII/AAAAAAAABt8/XiN6dwyeLEs/s320/Image804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409911218785127554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby eating dinner at the food court (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxPdmP1iqcI/AAAAAAAABuE/ZOpxDEKy0-w/s1600/Image805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxPdmP1iqcI/AAAAAAAABuE/ZOpxDEKy0-w/s320/Image805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409911226557966786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You look fat here B ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Baby, I had a great night out with you. I realized we didn't take any pictures together on our sixth month, so I combined two of our pictures (the very first pic)! I edit picture &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt; a 12 year-old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;punya&lt;/span&gt; editing, sorry. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Nah, &lt;a href="http://khorwenli.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wenli&lt;/a&gt;, update for you already. Just not so much of Ninja Assassin :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: Sneak preview of next update. Maybe not next lah, I'll update about my church charity dinner once I get sufficient pictures of myself. All the pictures I took are of other people ): Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxP0dHpC3wI/AAAAAAAABvM/tJ8tuhnIySg/s1600/Image823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxP0dHpC3wI/AAAAAAAABvM/tJ8tuhnIySg/s320/Image823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409936358506684162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxP0daaojhI/AAAAAAAABvU/LMmeDEXf_D8/s1600/Image817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxP0daaojhI/AAAAAAAABvU/LMmeDEXf_D8/s320/Image817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409936363546512914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-3796616909770737315?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3796616909770737315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=3796616909770737315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3796616909770737315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3796616909770737315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/12/ninja-assassin-6-months.html' title='Ninja Assassin + 6 Months.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SxP052vS2SI/AAAAAAAABvc/Ot4zNXiorCQ/s72-c/2n9c1mh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-6728087186579951352</id><published>2009-11-27T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T14:15:00.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chubby Cheeks.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: My heart pounding very loudly against my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt and torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment and despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chubby Cheeks... It's a good thing huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-6728087186579951352?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6728087186579951352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=6728087186579951352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6728087186579951352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6728087186579951352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/11/chubby-cheeks.html' title='Chubby Cheeks.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-7240156221738600021</id><published>2009-11-25T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:02:08.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Update.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to find a picture of Cyndi Lauper so screw it lah. I barely have the time to blog anymore. I've been going out nonstop ever since Saturday. Or maybe even before, I can't remember. It has just been really hectic for me lately. My Inter. Comm. presentation is due tomorrow and I'm barely halfway through. My American Civ., Socio and English presentations are due next week, and then it'll be study break, yay! After that, finals ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna continue with my work now. Baby's been so busy the past few days I barely text him anymore. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know when is the next time I'm gonna update. I've got class for 6 hours straight tomorrow. After class I'm going to Kayu with the youths and Baby for Andrew's farewell. He's going back to Australia, which is.. sad. To be honest. He's been a great ball of energy, and it was really good. Sad to see him go so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go back to my presentation points now. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-7240156221738600021?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7240156221738600021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=7240156221738600021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7240156221738600021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7240156221738600021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-update.html' title='Short Update.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-428826353712977099</id><published>2009-11-18T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:14:38.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicholas Goh.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Water flowing/trickling/bubbling in the fish tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;This post has nothing to do with me, just my 16 year-old brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours ago I came across my brother's profile on Facebook. I was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month or so ago, I tied small bunches of his hair up. Much to my dismay, his hair wasn't as long as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then took a picture of him. I tagged him on Facebook. And he set it as his profile picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwQL4HY1khI/AAAAAAAABtU/iYuwyY6iAuk/s1600/10725_186413123055_684483055_3953190_5094442_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwQL4HY1khI/AAAAAAAABtU/iYuwyY6iAuk/s320/10725_186413123055_684483055_3953190_5094442_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405458511435239954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours ago I dropped by his profile again and I rofl-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwQL4tGQvYI/AAAAAAAABtc/o47J0YVPqNU/s1600/11255_1251525761669_1035266495_794426_7636477_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwQL4tGQvYI/AAAAAAAABtc/o47J0YVPqNU/s320/11255_1251525761669_1035266495_794426_7636477_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405458521557876098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His friend, Edwin, drew a picture of him using some illustrator or photoshop I suppose. Good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I hope you're having fun at prom Baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-428826353712977099?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/428826353712977099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=428826353712977099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/428826353712977099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/428826353712977099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/11/nicholas-goh.html' title='Nicholas Goh.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwQL4HY1khI/AAAAAAAABtU/iYuwyY6iAuk/s72-c/10725_186413123055_684483055_3953190_5094442_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-3008349703459043043</id><published>2009-11-16T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:08:16.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwEkb9LVt3I/AAAAAAAABtM/0JWNvaEpgV0/s1600/mariahcarey1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwEkb9LVt3I/AAAAAAAABtM/0JWNvaEpgV0/s320/mariahcarey1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404641090518497138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Hero by Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwEiOIeCz6I/AAAAAAAABsU/Oycc5twb4mA/s1600/9781408701003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwEiOIeCz6I/AAAAAAAABsU/Oycc5twb4mA/s320/9781408701003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404638654008315810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwEiOc291xI/AAAAAAAABsc/rfs9AWsJxlg/s1600/handle-with-care-jodi-picoult.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwEiOc291xI/AAAAAAAABsc/rfs9AWsJxlg/s320/handle-with-care-jodi-picoult.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404638659481556754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwEiO4oQ97I/AAAAAAAABsk/hlsrO0tTudU/s1600/n295467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwEiO4oQ97I/AAAAAAAABsk/hlsrO0tTudU/s320/n295467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404638666936088498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwEiPGalt9I/AAAAAAAABss/i8A1whN6jXA/s1600/style_suriCorkWedges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwEiPGalt9I/AAAAAAAABss/i8A1whN6jXA/s320/style_suriCorkWedges.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404638670636824530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwEiPcY1ycI/AAAAAAAABs0/o7T96_sSGIs/s1600/Wedges1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwEiPcY1ycI/AAAAAAAABs0/o7T96_sSGIs/s320/Wedges1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404638676535069122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwEij4utSkI/AAAAAAAABs8/4tx4_VvnKeg/s1600/Xhilaration+Tiki+Floral+Wedges+with+Bow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwEij4utSkI/AAAAAAAABs8/4tx4_VvnKeg/s320/Xhilaration+Tiki+Floral+Wedges+with+Bow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404639027740363330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hinthint* Christmas is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I really want for Christmas is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwEikO0CcwI/AAAAAAAABtE/nTHH-e7CjOM/s1600/7530_178310021336_608916336_3613777_6858360_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwEikO0CcwI/AAAAAAAABtE/nTHH-e7CjOM/s320/7530_178310021336_608916336_3613777_6858360_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404639033668301570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love you, Zekey Wong &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-3008349703459043043?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3008349703459043043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=3008349703459043043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3008349703459043043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/3008349703459043043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want.html' title='I Want.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwEkb9LVt3I/AAAAAAAABtM/0JWNvaEpgV0/s72-c/mariahcarey1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-6681720318222809540</id><published>2009-11-15T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:01:57.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 Premiere Screening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwADsfC7rkI/AAAAAAAABsE/QnvdbDGHOgg/s1600-h/terry_jielunlovejay.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwADsfC7rkI/AAAAAAAABsE/QnvdbDGHOgg/s320/terry_jielunlovejay.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404323615627521602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Bu Neng Shuo De Mi Mi by Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;111109, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_ul6YI6dI/AAAAAAAABqk/sTeKeD1kHag/s1600-h/2012_movie_poster5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_ul6YI6dI/AAAAAAAABqk/sTeKeD1kHag/s320/2012_movie_poster5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404300412960958930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I won a pair of tickets to Nuffnang's 2012 premiere screening at Cathay Cineplex Damansara. First time driving there with Baby and, surprise - we didn't get lost! Please don't laugh. It's just that we seldom drive all the way to Damansara just to watch a movie. We had dinner at Uncle Ong's house before leaving at 7 PM plus. Movie tickets could be collected between 8.30 PM - 9.30 PM. We left early because: 1) we were afraid of taking any wrong turns and ending up lost; and 2) we wanted to walk around e@Curve and The Curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_t2wKh2HI/AAAAAAAABqE/57nY-tlRAJw/s1600-h/Image723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_t2wKh2HI/AAAAAAAABqE/57nY-tlRAJw/s320/Image723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404299602765666418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We walked up to the highest floor, where the cineplex is located. We looked around the place, and came across a toy store (okay, I wouldn't say toy store lah, maybe some toy collectors store) located in the cineplex, MySciFiFan - or at least that's what I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; the shop was called (there was no signboard). Baby's sharp eyes caught sight of a Nerf on display. He immediately walked into the shop. The guy at the counter happened to be a prefect from my high school, 3 years my senior, Raymond. Baby started enquiring about the Nerf(s). I walked around the shop looking at collectibles (Star Wars, G.I. Joe, Transformers, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_t3u8O5OI/AAAAAAAABqU/rado--ZTgu8/s1600-h/Image725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_t3u8O5OI/AAAAAAAABqU/rado--ZTgu8/s320/Image725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404299619617137890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_t4LvdepI/AAAAAAAABqc/5uGppDUo76U/s1600-h/Image726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_t4LvdepI/AAAAAAAABqc/5uGppDUo76U/s320/Image726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404299627348195986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note the Vulcan Nerf on the counter. Here's a close up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_zdjfehbI/AAAAAAAABrc/Lj--3eJh9w8/s1600-h/nerf_vulcan_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_zdjfehbI/AAAAAAAABrc/Lj--3eJh9w8/s320/nerf_vulcan_1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404305766936905138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much enquiring, Baby decided to buy a Nerf gun for himself: Sniper Rifle Nerf which cost Rm150. We walked back to his car to  keep the Nerf, then proceeded back to the cineplex to collect our tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_3BYVZ-_I/AAAAAAAABrk/OWZ3-za-5pg/s1600-h/071121Nerf+Sniper+Rifle01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_3BYVZ-_I/AAAAAAAABrk/OWZ3-za-5pg/s320/071121Nerf+Sniper+Rifle01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404309680952048626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby's one is orange and yellow. It's like a 2in1 Nerf (I played with it too!). Watch the Nerf Office War &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pVKnF26qFFM"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_um4ilXpI/AAAAAAAABq0/cScOvRZFV-0/s1600-h/Image729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_um4ilXpI/AAAAAAAABq0/cScOvRZFV-0/s320/Image729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404300429647765138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for being jakun and taking a picture of the mall. It's just that I have never been to e@Curve before. Don't laugh please. After collecting the tickets, we walked to The Curve throught The Street. Finally saw how the famous Laundry bar looks like. I feel like an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orang kuno&lt;/span&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_umRoOBhI/AAAAAAAABqs/CRk7YAKD-mU/s1600-h/Image728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_umRoOBhI/AAAAAAAABqs/CRk7YAKD-mU/s320/Image728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404300419202418194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_unUceY2I/AAAAAAAABq8/b7uviW7o0jk/s1600-h/Image730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_unUceY2I/AAAAAAAABq8/b7uviW7o0jk/s320/Image730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404300437138334562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_un9g9-GI/AAAAAAAABrE/R4fE9Iv9hgs/s1600-h/Image731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_un9g9-GI/AAAAAAAABrE/R4fE9Iv9hgs/s320/Image731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404300448163035234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_zdLamvyI/AAAAAAAABrM/WTpq_8uqCCQ/s1600-h/Image732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_zdLamvyI/AAAAAAAABrM/WTpq_8uqCCQ/s320/Image732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404305760474021666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend's parents' restaurant, Marche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_zdRM2XpI/AAAAAAAABrU/1R1A54ykLDA/s1600-h/Image733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_zdRM2XpI/AAAAAAAABrU/1R1A54ykLDA/s320/Image733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404305762026938002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I fought with a lil' kid to sit have a ride on the car :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left The Curve at 9.10 PM. By the time we actually made it into the cinema hall, it was already 9.30 PM. We had to deposit our handphones, cameras, etc. and the premiere screening was together with hitz.fm, Era fm and NTV7. We were separated into different halls though, thankfully. We had to wait for the hall to be filled up. By the time the movie started, it was already 10 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_-hygWdpI/AAAAAAAABrs/SVWwc9tQE4s/s1600-h/2012_Intl_T01_214_090_comp_v0077_1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_-hygWdpI/AAAAAAAABrs/SVWwc9tQE4s/s320/2012_Intl_T01_214_090_comp_v0077_1064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404317934314485394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thankfully, 2012 wasn't one of the worst movies this year. But it certainly wasn't one of the best either. I preferred The Day After Tomorrow to 2012. Somehow. There's no denying the CGI was awesome. Never have I sat through 2 hours and 45 minutes of goosebumps and chills running down my spine. This movie made me feel tired all the way. I guess it was because of the near-death scenes throughout the movie. My jaw dropped when I saw people hanging from the ledges of buildings crashing down during the earthquake. It is now a scene embedded in my mind forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_-iIbpWbI/AAAAAAAABr0/JBkUJqcGOgk/s1600-h/2012_Intl_2012-111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv_-iIbpWbI/AAAAAAAABr0/JBkUJqcGOgk/s320/2012_Intl_2012-111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404317940200331698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall, I would give this movie a 6/10. Entertaining but not entirely satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv__WXXUOVI/AAAAAAAABr8/UvadeM3q6E8/s1600-h/Image727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sv__WXXUOVI/AAAAAAAABr8/UvadeM3q6E8/s320/Image727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404318837561899346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Baby ada moustache :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-6681720318222809540?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6681720318222809540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=6681720318222809540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6681720318222809540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/6681720318222809540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012-premiere-screening.html' title='2012 Premiere Screening.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SwADsfC7rkI/AAAAAAAABsE/QnvdbDGHOgg/s72-c/terry_jielunlovejay.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-1274470818394361485</id><published>2009-11-10T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:21:42.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I 'm A Ninja Assassin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvhKDCY1A1I/AAAAAAAABp8/UdnjaOO41Ds/s1600-h/FOBIcon6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvhKDCY1A1I/AAAAAAAABp8/UdnjaOO41Ds/s320/FOBIcon6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402149169071981394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: What's This by Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I would cast myself as a ninja assassin in a movie which main character is played by a ninja assassin (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvhJUktcTRI/AAAAAAAABp0/95xDG5Pg6a0/s1600-h/Image711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvhJUktcTRI/AAAAAAAABp0/95xDG5Pg6a0/s320/Image711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402148370831396114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS: I didn't have a scarf to hide my face so I had no choice but to censor it. I am an assassin after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-1274470818394361485?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1274470818394361485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=1274470818394361485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/1274470818394361485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/1274470818394361485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-m-ninja-assassin.html' title='If I &apos;m A Ninja Assassin...'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvhKDCY1A1I/AAAAAAAABp8/UdnjaOO41Ds/s72-c/FOBIcon6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-854497479995288767</id><published>2009-11-09T18:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:32:26.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Svfvq5396HI/AAAAAAAABpk/g6mPbogt5bs/s1600-h/Ai4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Svfvq5396HI/AAAAAAAABpk/g6mPbogt5bs/s320/Ai4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402049798423308402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: NightmaRe by SNoW (Jigoku Shoujo Futakomori OST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair stand on end when you kiss me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart thump so hard against my chest, I could feel it in my throat;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me sigh contentedly every time I look at you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me feel like the happiest person on Earth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me cry just thinking about you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me want to learn more about you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world go round;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me feel so loved when you hug me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me want to be a better person;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me wish you would be mine &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Svfrs-x4NpI/AAAAAAAABpc/ae5e4FwkPb0/s1600-h/Image601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Svfrs-x4NpI/AAAAAAAABpc/ae5e4FwkPb0/s320/Image601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402045436053173906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pig and Jellybean &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-854497479995288767?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/854497479995288767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=854497479995288767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/854497479995288767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/854497479995288767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-make.html' title='You Make...'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Svfvq5396HI/AAAAAAAABpk/g6mPbogt5bs/s72-c/Ai4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-4345477553498524463</id><published>2009-11-08T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:51:12.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Howling at the New Moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvZmqcUiiAI/AAAAAAAABpE/ibdMKh2MzRs/s1600-h/IC-TET1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvZmqcUiiAI/AAAAAAAABpE/ibdMKh2MzRs/s320/IC-TET1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401617682420369410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Can't Stop Believing by Tetsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember late last year when I was 17, it was 2 months before SPM. I saw female juniors walking everywhere in school with either &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eclipse &lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt; clasped in their hands. And then I heard about Twilight being made into a movie which was going to be released in that year (2008) too. I talked to people (mostly girls) - who read the Twilight Saga -  about Twilight. I asked them how good the book is. I received mixed reviews. There were some who said Stephenie Meyer (author of Twilight) didn't stand a chance against J.K. Rowling (author of the Harry Potter series). There were also those who said that the Twilight Saga are the best novels in a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvZkBt4AQaI/AAAAAAAABo8/KDcL5c5EcsE/s1600-h/twilight-saga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvZkBt4AQaI/AAAAAAAABo8/KDcL5c5EcsE/s320/twilight-saga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401614783734628770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried it out for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the first book, and much to dismay, the storyline was sappy and boring. How people actually compare this series with Harry Potter, I did not know. Then I watched the movie, which was bad. Robert Pattinson was nothing like what I imagined Edward Cullen to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I bought the second instalment to the series. Which was wayyyy better than the first. The plot was so much more better, and there was more of Jacob Black and less of Edward Cullen&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ewwww&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jon bought Eclipse and Breaking Dawn for me. Eclipse was just out of this world but Breaking Dawn was disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Stephenie Meyer did a great job coming up with such creativity. Her novels can not be compared to J.K. Rowling's novels as her targeted audience are from tweens to young adults whereas Rowling's novels are for those of all ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I liked&lt;/span&gt; about the Twilight Saga is Meyer portraying Isabella Swan as someone who gets confused over who she really loves. Her feelings are swinging back and forth, making us wonder who she would really choose after all. Somehow, us girls tend to put ourselves in her shoes during our course of reading all four novels. Those who are hardcore Edward fans, would of course hope Bella ends up marrying him. Same goes for the Jacob fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvZkA7PkdMI/AAAAAAAABok/rR_dLgmPOOM/s1600-h/new-moon-poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvZkA7PkdMI/AAAAAAAABok/rR_dLgmPOOM/s320/new-moon-poster1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401614770143261890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am looking forward to watching New Moon. Taylor Lautner weih. More of Taylor and less of Robbie. Something I am looking forward to. I hope it would not end up like Twilight: The Movie though. I can't wait to see Taylor Lautner and his Quilete werewolf pack. I can't wait to see Dakota Fanning as Jane, part of the Volturi. I can't even wait for Eclipse to be released so I can see a vampires and werewolves showdown; and then cooperation. Something really worth watching (if the movie directors are good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvZkBcjjwmI/AAAAAAAABo0/pfcKTG4HNXE/s1600-h/taylor-lautner-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvZkBcjjwmI/AAAAAAAABo0/pfcKTG4HNXE/s320/taylor-lautner-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401614779085472354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To be honest, if Meyer were to release another Twilight Saga novel, I would buy it. What lays ahead is something worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvZkBMQc87I/AAAAAAAABos/XqMJ_199bDQ/s1600-h/stephanie-meyer-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvZkBMQc87I/AAAAAAAABos/XqMJ_199bDQ/s320/stephanie-meyer-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401614774710367154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She looks like a vampire herself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-4345477553498524463?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4345477553498524463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=4345477553498524463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/4345477553498524463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/4345477553498524463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/11/howling-at-new-moon.html' title='Howling at the New Moon.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvZmqcUiiAI/AAAAAAAABpE/ibdMKh2MzRs/s72-c/IC-TET1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-7560720991799582907</id><published>2009-11-05T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:40:31.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EnglishComposition, TheCurve, and FeelingBad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvL41uA1yGI/AAAAAAAABm8/_3QDbgl4VXM/s1600-h/icon-kris8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvL41uA1yGI/AAAAAAAABm8/_3QDbgl4VXM/s320/icon-kris8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400652504938956898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Falling Slowly by Kris Allen (not the original version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt my lesson. Never again am I going to start a thousand words research essay 24 hours before I have to pass it up. It causes me sleep deprivation, eye bags, and dry eyes which causes my contact lens to dry up and hurt my eyes. I have never done so much research in my life. I suppose it's a good start though. I have found out a lot that I have never known about euthanasia. But it would all go to waste: I'm gonna forget it all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to class on Wednesday morning having only four hours of sleep which is very common among people my age. Still, it hasn't happened to me in quite a while. Four hours  of sleep is just, bleh. First thing I heard once I stepped into class was the lecturer saying,"No need to pass up today, next week lah." Zomgwtf if I could I wanted my eyeballs to pop out to show her how pissed I was. But she made up for it by giving us an extra 2 marks. Those who have completed their research paper on that day. I was (and still am) kind of put off at the fact that I only received an extra 2 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvKnq_lsG4I/AAAAAAAABls/kq_ow2iCxMg/s1600-h/euthanasia.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvKnq_lsG4I/AAAAAAAABls/kq_ow2iCxMg/s320/euthanasia.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400563260236503938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are you for or against? I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvLtmABPzDI/AAAAAAAABl0/_JqEK8zVHpk/s1600-h/Image693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvLtmABPzDI/AAAAAAAABl0/_JqEK8zVHpk/s320/Image693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400640140266687538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When in class, rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvLtmpp9kjI/AAAAAAAABl8/wQdjBD3syWU/s1600-h/Image694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvLtmpp9kjI/AAAAAAAABl8/wQdjBD3syWU/s320/Image694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400640151443313202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spot the lecturer, V*** ***i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvLtm2TjnDI/AAAAAAAABmE/hU3n3X2hzZ0/s1600-h/Image695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvLtm2TjnDI/AAAAAAAABmE/hU3n3X2hzZ0/s320/Image695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400640154838998066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fellow sleep deprived rotters.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I skipped American Civ. today for The Curve+Ikano. Much to my dismay, I didn't get a book to read from Borders (I have run out of books to read, if you would like to donate one to me, please do). My hands are itching to get a book to read. I wanna get my hands on The Time Traveler's Wife. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for going off track. I didn't bother taking many pictures, was too lazy to take out my phone every few minutes. I saw JJ at The Curve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvLtnbihiyI/AAAAAAAABmM/xIc761XKWio/s1600-h/Image696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvLtnbihiyI/AAAAAAAABmM/xIc761XKWio/s320/Image696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400640164833889058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wenli taking a picture of.. sheepskin. Baaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvLtnktEsxI/AAAAAAAABmU/uUWM7sxBBsM/s1600-h/Image697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvLtnktEsxI/AAAAAAAABmU/uUWM7sxBBsM/s320/Image697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400640167294055186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvLve3xGO-I/AAAAAAAABmc/kpVwIe2Cx38/s1600-h/Image699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvLve3xGO-I/AAAAAAAABmc/kpVwIe2Cx38/s320/Image699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400642216815639522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby and Wenli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvLvfNOtMwI/AAAAAAAABmk/cnr50wTPN0g/s1600-h/Image700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvLvfNOtMwI/AAAAAAAABmk/cnr50wTPN0g/s320/Image700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400642222576972546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wenli, Aunty Doraline and Uncle Ong at some German restaurant. Forgot the name. I have never eaten so much pork at one go before. A new accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Skipping class today has left me feeling bad after a few of my classmates told me that my Amercian Civ. teacher saved me a seat in class ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were four seats in that row, and apparently the three of them sat there. We always have problems finding empty seats in class because we're always late. So, the three of them sat together, leaving one more seat empty. She chased away every late student who wanted to sit at that seat and according to one of my friends she told him it was for me. Don't know if he was lying or not. Now I feel extremely bad. Thankfully she was in a good mood. I hope she won't screw me up tomorrow ):&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvLvfjHwlqI/AAAAAAAABms/e9xA8clEGp4/s1600-h/Image701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvLvfjHwlqI/AAAAAAAABms/e9xA8clEGp4/s320/Image701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400642228453414562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry, the plate is a bit of a spoiler. This chocolate cheesecake from Berry's tasted awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvL2YUIk9FI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jl9_FLLU1GA/s1600-h/Image551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvL2YUIk9FI/AAAAAAAABm0/Jl9_FLLU1GA/s320/Image551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400649800752624722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would like to quote Albert Einstein: I never think of the future - it comes soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Baby, I don't want you to give up. I guess what you did was right. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-7560720991799582907?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7560720991799582907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=7560720991799582907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7560720991799582907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7560720991799582907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/11/englishcomposition-thecurve-and.html' title='EnglishComposition, TheCurve, and FeelingBad.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SvL41uA1yGI/AAAAAAAABm8/_3QDbgl4VXM/s72-c/icon-kris8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-8795039010449961930</id><published>2009-10-30T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:25:14.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Plain Ol' Saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sur2kyuow8I/AAAAAAAABlc/jxxfg3XfDRo/s1600-h/terry_jielunlovediao.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sur2kyuow8I/AAAAAAAABlc/jxxfg3XfDRo/s320/terry_jielunlovediao.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398398215310066626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: 藉口 (Jie Kou) by 周杰倫 (Jay Chou)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, 241009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't feeling well when I went for Inter. Comm. class that morning. Weiloon bailed on us, thus leaving me and Tanzy to fend for ourselves from the evil B*******d. I was practically shivering in class because of my running nose. What pissed me off the most was that we got our details wrong and passed up our assignment that day. It was actually due the following week. I sacrificed my sleep to write 250 words of bullcrap before sending it over to Tanzy to write his 250 words of bullcrap. I slept at 12 AM. He slept at 3 AM. I consider myself lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was youth of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SurnycD5VSI/AAAAAAAABjE/GuOi6DMTlYY/s1600-h/Image648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SurnycD5VSI/AAAAAAAABjE/GuOi6DMTlYY/s320/Image648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398381957068969250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheefung and Wenli after youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SurnyrKzNsI/AAAAAAAABjM/th1OMY3aIuQ/s1600-h/Image649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SurnyrKzNsI/AAAAAAAABjM/th1OMY3aIuQ/s320/Image649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398381961124460226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashwin/Nicholas and Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surny-KTQaI/AAAAAAAABjU/w5qQst1S1uc/s1600-h/Image650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surny-KTQaI/AAAAAAAABjU/w5qQst1S1uc/s320/Image650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398381966222639522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wenli, Ong, Feevien, Sharolyn, Suann, Siemens, Ashwin/Nicholas and Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SurnzbOibEI/AAAAAAAABjc/ndpDhcT17HE/s1600-h/Image652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SurnzbOibEI/AAAAAAAABjc/ndpDhcT17HE/s320/Image652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398381974025038914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surp7_kab_I/AAAAAAAABjk/mlAOOUuIHA0/s1600-h/Image653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surp7_kab_I/AAAAAAAABjk/mlAOOUuIHA0/s320/Image653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398384320242675698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ais kacang&lt;/span&gt; with no&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kacang &lt;/span&gt;nor any other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liu&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe there was some at the bottom. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surp8K2Y4II/AAAAAAAABjs/uvDhNXLP4xg/s1600-h/Image654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surp8K2Y4II/AAAAAAAABjs/uvDhNXLP4xg/s320/Image654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398384323270860930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mee and beehoon goreng from Thai Village. It was too salty. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Idon'tevenknowwhytheheckitookapictureofthisitlookssofugly&lt;/span&gt;. I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After youth, Baby, Sharolyn, Wenli and I were supposed to go back to Aunty Doraline's place for dinner. But somehow we made a detour. But of course we dropped Wenli and Sharolyn back home first. We never thought about going to Pyramid for dinner until Honwei called. That's when Sharolyn started negotiating with Aunty Doraline. Somehow she just gave up. I wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying to her mum. I was zoning out. At last only Baby and I went to Pyramid to join Honwei at Sushi Zanmai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SurnyMgBXvI/AAAAAAAABi8/n1zt0x8Pc84/s1600-h/Image643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SurnyMgBXvI/AAAAAAAABi8/n1zt0x8Pc84/s320/Image643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398381952891969266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He should be wearing a G.I. Joe t-shirt instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surp8vPxOXI/AAAAAAAABj0/X0UfxgkM5I8/s1600-h/Image655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surp8vPxOXI/AAAAAAAABj0/X0UfxgkM5I8/s320/Image655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398384333040990578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Featured here the second time, my Tamago Mentai. Superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honwei noticed that I was taking pictures of my food and the first thing he asked me was,"Are you gonna blog about that?" I smiled. I'm saying that 'cause I can't remember what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surp8595HOI/AAAAAAAABj8/c5P3YxKk8EU/s1600-h/Image656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surp8595HOI/AAAAAAAABj8/c5P3YxKk8EU/s320/Image656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398384335918800098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had all that and he was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surp9JaPW9I/AAAAAAAABkE/ZcJ4oNK0vDU/s1600-h/Image658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surp9JaPW9I/AAAAAAAABkE/ZcJ4oNK0vDU/s320/Image658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398384340064230354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honwei's Caterpillar Roll! (Eew, avocado.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surq-rUTA1I/AAAAAAAABkM/8vpz_6Pbprs/s1600-h/Image659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surq-rUTA1I/AAAAAAAABkM/8vpz_6Pbprs/s320/Image659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398385465857606482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honwei's Stamina Roll. (Unagi, bleh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surq-xjd80I/AAAAAAAABkU/BGOkiBUW_L8/s1600-h/Image660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surq-xjd80I/AAAAAAAABkU/BGOkiBUW_L8/s320/Image660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398385467531850562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honwei's fish head. (Omgwtf ew.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surq_XLaHeI/AAAAAAAABkc/nWMXrqskX9g/s1600-h/Image661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surq_XLaHeI/AAAAAAAABkc/nWMXrqskX9g/s320/Image661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398385477631483362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby's cold noodle. Honwei had this too, but by the time we reached he was already halfway done eating his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surq_qZDoCI/AAAAAAAABkk/jM7HWwl3mV0/s1600-h/Image662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surq_qZDoCI/AAAAAAAABkk/jM7HWwl3mV0/s320/Image662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398385482789003298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby's Salmon Zanmai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SurrxXeIQXI/AAAAAAAABk0/oqwrpPURB74/s1600-h/Image664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SurrxXeIQXI/AAAAAAAABk0/oqwrpPURB74/s320/Image664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398386336703463794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby's tofu. Don't know what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SurrAEK_Q-I/AAAAAAAABks/WpAD8y1j7YY/s1600-h/Image663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SurrAEK_Q-I/AAAAAAAABks/WpAD8y1j7YY/s320/Image663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398385489709319138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Sansai Udon. I ate the least (obviously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we walked over to Tutti Frutti Frozen Yogurt. We decided to try a sample. We got Lychee flavored yogurt, which, I have to admit, was really good. It had a strong yogurt aftertaste though. So for those who doesn't like yogurt, better not try those fruity flavors. The chocolate flavored yogurt, however, had no yogurt aftertaste at all. Tasted just like choc ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surrx1d9GHI/AAAAAAAABk8/wcMOjww7fLw/s1600-h/Image665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surrx1d9GHI/AAAAAAAABk8/wcMOjww7fLw/s320/Image665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398386344755796082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SurryUZT-AI/AAAAAAAABlE/Tm0QRfn0KXQ/s1600-h/Image666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SurryUZT-AI/AAAAAAAABlE/Tm0QRfn0KXQ/s320/Image666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398386353057822722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's priced at Rm0.53 per 10 grams. Choose the size of your cup, choose your flavor and choose your toppings! Baby and I didn't bother about the toppings of course. Ours cost about Rm5+. Honwei's one was RM15+. It's no surprise, he added quite a number of toppings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surry6w9tnI/AAAAAAAABlM/msDdW_UXGLk/s1600-h/Image667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Surry6w9tnI/AAAAAAAABlM/msDdW_UXGLk/s320/Image667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398386363357574770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SurrzHnBeiI/AAAAAAAABlU/z42fwURcGeU/s1600-h/Image668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SurrzHnBeiI/AAAAAAAABlU/z42fwURcGeU/s320/Image668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398386366805539362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were too many people around so I couldn't really get a good shot of the toppings. This is only one section though. There are more toppings beside this selection. They even provided chocolate and strawberry sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse my bad photography and bad picture quality please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Baby why aren't you replying my messages or responding to my phone calls. It's been two hours )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-8795039010449961930?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8795039010449961930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=8795039010449961930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8795039010449961930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8795039010449961930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/10/plain-ol-saturday.html' title='A Plain Ol&apos; Saturday.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/Sur2kyuow8I/AAAAAAAABlc/jxxfg3XfDRo/s72-c/terry_jielunlovediao.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-2298718433136588657</id><published>2009-10-29T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:39:22.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zekeywongyeungzhi.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Geek In The Pink by Jason Mraz&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SumMssiFoqI/AAAAAAAABi0/XRk_2GG2JbQ/s1600-h/Untitled-34copy-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SumMssiFoqI/AAAAAAAABi0/XRk_2GG2JbQ/s320/Untitled-34copy-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398000327876518562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please forgive me. You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; know you're the best (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SumKJLMx6jI/AAAAAAAABik/VnV5VtKQi0g/s1600-h/Image330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SumKJLMx6jI/AAAAAAAABik/VnV5VtKQi0g/s320/Image330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397997518610098738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS: Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-2298718433136588657?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2298718433136588657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=2298718433136588657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/2298718433136588657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/2298718433136588657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/10/zekeywongyeungzhi.html' title='Zekeywongyeungzhi.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SumMssiFoqI/AAAAAAAABi0/XRk_2GG2JbQ/s72-c/Untitled-34copy-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-5163724691830401645</id><published>2009-10-26T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:02:40.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Those Candles Melt Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuUtY72qapI/AAAAAAAABiU/YGZ5xpFBK5E/s1600-h/Ai3b.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuUtY72qapI/AAAAAAAABiU/YGZ5xpFBK5E/s320/Ai3b.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396769634880481938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Karinui by Mamiko Noto (Jigoku Shoujo ED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... like our love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was my happy hour. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Torres&lt;/span&gt; scored. ManU lost. Rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuUs6xCgWpI/AAAAAAAABh8/JZyZjpfRVMM/s1600-h/torres11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuUs6xCgWpI/AAAAAAAABh8/JZyZjpfRVMM/s320/torres11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396769116581288594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuUs7Wjl55I/AAAAAAAABiM/6IV4vYNANx8/s1600-h/torres66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuUs7Wjl55I/AAAAAAAABiM/6IV4vYNANx8/s320/torres66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396769126652176274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuUs7FcCcXI/AAAAAAAABiE/I-FDla6_Gkc/s1600-h/torres65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuUs7FcCcXI/AAAAAAAABiE/I-FDla6_Gkc/s320/torres65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396769122057089394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuUnxUcPWXI/AAAAAAAABhs/3PqIbqQ2KXw/s1600-h/Image534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuUnxUcPWXI/AAAAAAAABhs/3PqIbqQ2KXw/s320/Image534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396763456727636338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS: I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-5163724691830401645?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5163724691830401645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=5163724691830401645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/5163724691830401645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/5163724691830401645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/10/watch-those-candles-melt-away.html' title='Watch Those Candles Melt Away...'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuUtY72qapI/AAAAAAAABiU/YGZ5xpFBK5E/s72-c/Ai3b.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-7606442869553116481</id><published>2009-10-24T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:24:41.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview With a Vampire - Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHX_bUa4wI/AAAAAAAABhc/Jq_8kABJHA8/s1600-h/9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHX_bUa4wI/AAAAAAAABhc/Jq_8kABJHA8/s320/9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395831313231700738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: Collide by Howie Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Dg: Happy 5 months! How does it feel to have made it this far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nise: Thank you. I am overcome with joy and pride. I love you so much &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;! Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHC4elXiCI/AAAAAAAABfc/-znsFOodNaQ/s1600-h/21082009531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHC4elXiCI/AAAAAAAABfc/-znsFOodNaQ/s320/21082009531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395808104104822818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Dg: I understand joy, but why pride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nise: That's simple. After so much we have been through, we have managed to stay together. Then again, aren't all couples like that? All those arguments. Heartbreaks. Heartaches. We pulled through eventually (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHC48RJBaI/AAAAAAAABfk/ff-O1SpU7fU/s1600-h/18082009502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHC48RJBaI/AAAAAAAABfk/ff-O1SpU7fU/s320/18082009502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395808112073049506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Dg: How has life been for you ever since you have committed yourself to becoming Zekey's girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nise: It has been a scary rollercoaster, going through loops and loops. It never seems to end. It probably would never end. Surprisingly, I'm glad that it's  probably not gonna end. This way, we would never get bored of each other, knowing that there is always more to find out about our better halves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHC494D6JI/AAAAAAAABfs/OeKSNGe6Y1Q/s1600-h/Image110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHC494D6JI/AAAAAAAABfs/OeKSNGe6Y1Q/s320/Image110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395808112504727698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Dg: That's sweet. I bet you've been asked this question like, a thousand times. What attracted you to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nise: Definitely not a thousand times. Ha ha. Well, that's a really simple question. First off, he was my childhood crush, and me, his. We were 9 years-old when we both met in SK USJ20. Then, when I was 11, I left that school without a word to any of my friends. That shattered his heart (that's what he told me). He cried for days! I was so touched when he told me he cried, even I felt like crying too. And so we lost contact of each other for 6 whopping years. That's when I found him on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHC5kvDddI/AAAAAAAABf8/tGs2orxLAo4/s1600-h/Image249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHC5kvDddI/AAAAAAAABf8/tGs2orxLAo4/s320/Image249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395808122935932370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Dg: Wow, that was long. You have not answered my question yet though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nise: I wasn't done yet! Anyway, I added him on Facebook and was really excited because, wtheck, it's Zekey Wong- my long lost childhood sweetheart! After he approved me, he posted a comment on my wall. He wasn't sure if I were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Denise he once knew. I was! And he couldn't believe it. I was so happy to have found him. We switched on our webcams and when I saw him I was shocked. He wasn't the skinny boy I used to admire. He was, in fact, an extremely good-looking lad with hunky broad shoulders and lips to die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHLb9TmSFI/AAAAAAAABgM/KU6KWy2tQyc/s1600-h/Image319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHLb9TmSFI/AAAAAAAABgM/KU6KWy2tQyc/s320/Image319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395817509740234834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Dg: So what does the story of long lost love have to do with what attracted him to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nise: Why the sarcasm? If I didn't know him from years before, I doubt I would be attracted to him at all. Actually, I would. Just that the attraction force wouldn't be so strong :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHLci_DEuI/AAAAAAAABgU/DzxjDDDh6So/s1600-h/Image323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHLci_DEuI/AAAAAAAABgU/DzxjDDDh6So/s320/Image323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395817519854588642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Dg: I see. Okay, a tough one now. What has your beloved done for you that you would never ever forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nise: Oh, a really tough question! Frankly speaking, I can't choose. He has done so much for me in such a short period of time. Come to think of it, it was on the 7th of August 2009, 3 days before my actual birthday. It was a Friday. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt; picked me up from my house after his class and brought me to Sunway Pyramid. We walked around like usual. He wanted to watch a movie but I didn't want to. I remember. I remember we had a little argument and he was very upset with me. I remember. We tapau-ed KFD and left at about 7 plus PM, but our moods weren't any better. We reached KK soon after and had dinner in the car. Once we were done, he gave me a card. I opened it and started reading it's contents. Then music started pouring out from his stereo. Collide by Howie Day (our song!). I started crying while reading the letter which contents I would not reveal. He passed me Sophie Kinsella's latest novel, Twenties Girl. I cried even more. After my tears dried up, we went to the playground nearby and got bitten by mosquitoes. A wonderful experience (not getting bitten by mosquitoes, everything except that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHLdiXMenI/AAAAAAAABgk/0gbCG-YDNSY/s1600-h/Image373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHLdiXMenI/AAAAAAAABgk/0gbCG-YDNSY/s320/Image373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395817536867302002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Dg: Oh, that is so wonderful! An experience one would never forget. Do share with us one of your best moments with your boyfriend caught on camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nise: It was during his birthday this year, the 6th of June 2009. We had a great time at Bubba Gump with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHRMDwZx1I/AAAAAAAABgs/k4VQUREos6Q/s1600-h/Image150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHRMDwZx1I/AAAAAAAABgs/k4VQUREos6Q/s320/Image150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395823833663522642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Dg: What a beautiful birthday cake! The both of you seem very much alike. Are you both alike in any way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nise: Of course! We don't eat certain types of seafood. We can't really speak Chinese. We play the piano. We wear braces. We love Japanese food. We must always have the last say (that's why our arguments never seem to end). And of course, we're Pokemon fans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHU-Jm6-ZI/AAAAAAAABhE/BWSRcBN7d9E/s1600-h/Image550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHU-Jm6-ZI/AAAAAAAABhE/BWSRcBN7d9E/s320/Image550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395827992762710418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Dg: Pokemon?! Wow. Many similarities I see. Mind showing us your most favorite picture of Zeke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nise: Not at all! I love this picture. I don't know why. He just looks uber hot. Gets me salivating everytime I loook at it (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHU9bgZaOI/AAAAAAAABg0/jhz4cYwQDds/s1600-h/Image302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHU9bgZaOI/AAAAAAAABg0/jhz4cYwQDds/s320/Image302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395827980387313890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Dg: I have to agree that it is a very attractive picture of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nise: Indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHU9pqeA6I/AAAAAAAABg8/Go3PIwfqFv4/s1600-h/Image523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHU9pqeA6I/AAAAAAAABg8/Go3PIwfqFv4/s320/Image523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395827984187655074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Dg: It is fair time for me to leave now. Thanks for agreeing to answer a few of my questions in conjunction with your 5 month splendor. May you have a great day today! Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nise: You are very much welcome. I had fun answering those questions as it gave me the chance to reminisce upon those moments of joy. Have a great day too! Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Baby boy, this post is dedicated to you. Happy 5 months (22 weeks). I hope you enjoyed reading this. I love you so much xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHU-eivHQI/AAAAAAAABhM/2NpWAm38Jn8/s1600-h/Image603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHU-eivHQI/AAAAAAAABhM/2NpWAm38Jn8/s320/Image603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395827998382300418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just for laughs. Such an adorable face. Trying to feed me my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maggi sup&lt;/span&gt; at Melur. Sweetie (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-7606442869553116481?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7606442869553116481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=7606442869553116481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7606442869553116481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/7606442869553116481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/10/interview-with-vampire-not.html' title='Interview With a Vampire - Not.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuHX_bUa4wI/AAAAAAAABhc/Jq_8kABJHA8/s72-c/9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-8175618392379854105</id><published>2009-10-22T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:02:03.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, So Bright. Ah, The Irony.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Storm by Gackt &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuA6RWkV3oI/AAAAAAAABfE/C3icSi0UbbM/s1600-h/gackt3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuA6RWkV3oI/AAAAAAAABfE/C3icSi0UbbM/s320/gackt3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395376423380049538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to change my blog template from black to white - and I am anything but used to it. It is so bright and it hurts my eyes. But it's nice to have something different for a change. Plus, it's been more than a year since I've created this blog and never changed how it looked. I don't really fancy all those layouts from &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/"&gt;BlogSkins&lt;/a&gt; and other layout websites. It's too complicated and fancy for my liking. Simple is my thing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my header, it's coffee! And I don't like to drink coffee. See the irony? But, yeah, it's something different I suppose - in addition to the white template. Something to be proud of. Tch, I'm proud of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby surprised me with another soft toy - another doggy! I don't really like soft toys especially teddy bears. But dogs are an exception! He's 2 days early but who cares?! He said he couldn't wait to give it to me. You made the right choice babe. Mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuA3ifrfoaI/AAAAAAAABek/suDLMuy4mFU/s1600-h/Image644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuA3ifrfoaI/AAAAAAAABek/suDLMuy4mFU/s320/Image644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395373419348861346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first one Baby got for me is the one on the left which remains unnamed to this day. And then today he presented me with the one on the right, which I have decided to name Marie Dicky Wong. It is so omfg adorable. Such a cute tummy! Thank you so much Baby. I love you so much. Hugs and kisses for you, Pig (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has the same plushie. Well, maybe not exactly the same because mine is white and hers is black. Hers is also bigger than mine. Sob. And she calls hers Money Money. I have no idea why. I still refuse to say good night to it. Yes, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;. Hah, take that, Hannah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuA3jd6efAI/AAAAAAAABe0/By7rlJcuhsU/s1600-h/Image645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuA3jd6efAI/AAAAAAAABe0/By7rlJcuhsU/s320/Image645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395373436054699010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step step step on your doggy! (I censored my toes 'cause they're fugly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuA3iw186DI/AAAAAAAABes/LhnW1yaQKps/s1600-h/Image529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuA3iw186DI/AAAAAAAABes/LhnW1yaQKps/s320/Image529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395373423956125746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Credits to Baby as the photographer and providing the cymbal (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My lip bled when Baby kissed me just now. It hasn't recovered yet. So ganas :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242131549239983062-8175618392379854105?l=holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8175618392379854105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242131549239983062&amp;postID=8175618392379854105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8175618392379854105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242131549239983062/posts/default/8175618392379854105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdonbeforeitstoolate.blogspot.com/2009/10/ah-so-bright-ah-irony.html' title='Ah, So Bright. Ah, The Irony.'/><author><name>shootmekaoru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438052110540418147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/S8-nAWzYCOI/AAAAAAAACUM/MM00es7m5UQ/S220/16769_191524997599_720387599_2961660_5805536_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/SuA6RWkV3oI/AAAAAAAABfE/C3icSi0UbbM/s72-c/gackt3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242131549239983062.post-1264006958761323561</id><published>2009-10-21T20:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:50:57.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeys' Day Out.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Fearless by Taylor Swift&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7912Cah8I/AAAAAAAABeE/2KcTfMv9jG8/s1600-h/ts2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7912Cah8I/AAAAAAAABeE/2KcTfMv9jG8/s320/ts2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395028505116968898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 161009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday Villa Subang was invaded by us monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7pZYu5_tI/AAAAAAAABb8/8yAu5Q8FQrA/s1600-h/Image623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7pZYu5_tI/AAAAAAAABb8/8yAu5Q8FQrA/s320/Image623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395006025981624018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jichuan looks like he's having fun. Pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7pZ1YjSmI/AAAAAAAABcE/7GdIIfnB3Wk/s1600-h/Image624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7pZ1YjSmI/AAAAAAAABcE/7GdIIfnB3Wk/s320/Image624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395006033672489570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He wanted to pump his tits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7padt7J0I/AAAAAAAABcM/ufZoTfX3RmE/s1600-h/Image625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7padt7J0I/AAAAAAAABcM/ufZoTfX3RmE/s320/Image625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395006044499552066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby acting cool. Eleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7pa5i0w9I/AAAAAAAABcU/ZmdGQkNVopM/s1600-h/Image626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7pa5i0w9I/AAAAAAAABcU/ZmdGQkNVopM/s320/Image626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395006051969188818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharolyn on the treadmill. She's giving me the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whuuut&lt;/span&gt; look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7pbc5XagI/AAAAAAAABcc/EaEsra0UP7w/s1600-h/Image627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7pbc5XagI/AAAAAAAABcc/EaEsra0UP7w/s320/Image627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395006061458975234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wenli. Can't see her clearly. Maklumlah my cellphone's camera is only 3.2 mp. Oh, and I wanted to get myself in the picture too :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7ohNyq8LI/AAAAAAAABbU/WjovoSd1RLc/s1600-h/Image628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7ohNyq8LI/AAAAAAAABbU/WjovoSd1RLc/s320/Image628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395005060971950258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mr. Lovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7ohg_Cx3I/AAAAAAAABbc/HVe1Ho8jqBc/s1600-h/Image629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7ohg_Cx3I/AAAAAAAABbc/HVe1Ho8jqBc/s320/Image629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395005066124117874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jichuan wants a part in the picture too, but he moved. So, too bad lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7oh1JLByI/AAAAAAAABbk/kIEo07NG05o/s1600-h/Image630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7oh1JLByI/AAAAAAAABbk/kIEo07NG05o/s320/Image630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395005071535310626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have  now become tanner than before. Which displeases me. It took me 10 months to become a shade lighter by staying indoors 80% of the time throughout the year and all it took for my hard work to come crashing down was 5 hours under the sun. My initial plan was to go there and babysit the little ones at the wading pool. Mana tau Mr. Lovable had to carry me and dunk me in the adult pool - fully clothed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7oidIvodI/AAAAAAAABbs/pagLnYbGrZg/s1600-h/Image631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7oidIvodI/AAAAAAAABbs/pagLnYbGrZg/s320/Image631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395005082270933458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My fish fingers = imba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7oi7_duRI/AAAAAAAABb0/3kHXZOTinmU/s1600-h/Image632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7oi7_duRI/AAAAAAAABb0/3kHXZOTinmU/s320/Image632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395005090553510162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby and Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7339oPsRI/AAAAAAAABck/epgd1fc8Vrk/s1600-h/Image633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St7339oPsRI/AAAAAAAABck/epgd1fc8Vrk/s320/Image633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395021944444662034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jichuan, Sharolyn, Aunty Doraline and Aunty Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St734QZp88I/AAAAAAAABcs/VrHwjQkTOoU/s1600-h/Image634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St734QZp88I/AAAAAAAABcs/VrHwjQkTOoU/s320/Image634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395021949483742146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wenli :D only person missing that day was Kokfei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St734gTE15I/AAAAAAAABc0/mGO3SUCymTI/s1600-h/Image635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St734gTE15I/AAAAAAAABc0/mGO3SUCymTI/s320/Image635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395021953751111570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharolyn and her Jichuan (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St735PHaMEI/AAAAAAAABc8/1ab35l188aA/s1600-h/8717_184557663055_684483055_3934690_125187_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St735PHaMEI/AAAAAAAABc8/1ab35l188aA/s320/8717_184557663055_684483055_3934690_125187_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395021966318645314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Baby and me. xoxo. Credits to Wenli for the awesome picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St735t8tEhI/AAAAAAAABdE/rkFq-N0UOXA/s1600-h/Image636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St735t8tEhI/AAAAAAAABdE/rkFq-N0UOXA/s320/Image636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395021974595244562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showoff in the wading pool :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St75mY9GSEI/AAAAAAAABdM/D4DuaTRzwL4/s1600-h/Image637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St75mY9GSEI/AAAAAAAABdM/D4DuaTRzwL4/s320/Image637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395023841565493314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ziqin. Wrong hole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St75mzoSliI/AAAAAAAABdU/6MbCWQxHOQg/s1600-h/Image638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St75mzoSliI/AAAAAAAABdU/6MbCWQxHOQg/s320/Image638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395023848725976610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finished swimming at 6 plus PM and decided to head off for dinner at Pangkor Fish Head, SS15. Sharolyn and Wenli skipped ballet. Happy them. Ugh, I forgot to mention that me, Sharolyn and Wenli had to wear disposable panties and it was too darn uncomfortable. Why? Isn't it obvious, we didn't bring extra undergarments. Luckily we brought extra clothes though. Who knew, we were going to be dunked (me) and pushed (Sharolyn) into the pool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St75naymH-I/AAAAAAAABdc/dLVjkkLWtsE/s1600-h/Image639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St75naymH-I/AAAAAAAABdc/dLVjkkLWtsE/s320/Image639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395023859238182882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunty Doraline giving her future son-in-law the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt;, Aunty Michell, Ziqin and the Snake Man himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St75n2LVZ1I/AAAAAAAABdk/RfBoCBC-AZg/s1600-h/Image640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St75n2LVZ1I/AAAAAAAABdk/RfBoCBC-AZg/s320/Image640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395023866589701970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Ong, Andreaz and Brian busy with his orang juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St75oQpNzqI/AAAAAAAABds/R2BSrfRib2E/s1600-h/Image641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St75oQpNzqI/AAAAAAAABds/R2BSrfRib2E/s320/Image641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395023873694355106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ziqin, Jichuan, Sharolyn and Wenli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, the six of us (me, Baby, Ziqin, Wenli, Kokfei and Sharolyn - Jichuan had to attend a funeral-) went to Pyramid to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs&lt;/span&gt;. It was a very, very awkward movie. Especially for a Disney movie. The movie was so lame, it was funny. No, I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St78hx2LpOI/AAAAAAAABd0/Ta_9tCnyLxU/s1600-h/cloudy-with-a-chance-of-meatballs-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KKQb9s14qDo/St78hx2LpOI/AAAAAAAABd0
