<?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-4095345043113728159</id><updated>2011-07-29T13:10:31.834+08:00</updated><category term='dearest'/><category term='drama'/><category term='in the future'/><category term='job'/><category term='travel'/><category term='pixes'/><category term='in the past'/><category term='food'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='friends'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>chronic blabber</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-1780795508795911516</id><published>2009-08-02T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:09:50.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSED</title><content type='html'>have decided to delete this blog because its time i concentrate on my career. &lt;br /&gt;Being a civil servant also means i have to filter what i say and the topics i blog about. So might as well just shut it down since I think ill be very busy with school anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks to all readers for ur support over the years. Maybe will come back to the blogging world, maybe not. But of course, you can always email me at haneys88@hotmail.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE Y'ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darned-dawnie=CLOSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-1780795508795911516?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1780795508795911516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=1780795508795911516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1780795508795911516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1780795508795911516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/08/closed.html' title='CLOSED'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-7989421994357186772</id><published>2009-07-23T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:47:58.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><title type='text'>d bought red cycling set</title><content type='html'>In 20mins its gonna be the 24th.&lt;br /&gt;3 more days til i officially become an untrained GEO.&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*freaks out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, good thing there arent any free-roaming bulls in Singapore like Malaysia. Coz my Sayang Melayang bought a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;siren red&lt;/span&gt; full cycling gear set from crestpursuit.blogspot. I GAVE HIM THAT LOBANG OKAYY. Red marathon bike, red dry-fit cycling jersey, red tights, red anti-perspirant socks, red cycling shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmann, i gotta remember to get him red boxers next to make it complete. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-7989421994357186772?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7989421994357186772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=7989421994357186772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7989421994357186772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7989421994357186772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/07/d-bought-red-cycling-set.html' title='d bought red cycling set'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-9110073510561760293</id><published>2009-07-21T13:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:53:46.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>Sentosa Living and Fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SmVlPrpfLXI/AAAAAAAAAlY/xR0o0lVRO6g/s1600-h/20.07.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360802251543620978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SmVlPrpfLXI/AAAAAAAAAlY/xR0o0lVRO6g/s320/20.07.09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was Sentosa fishing day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night before I was msging D and everytime we're supposed to meet we would say like, "Kul 9 pat Novena" or "Kul 6 pat Cck Mrt first cabin" right? Well, we agreed to meet "Kul 7 pat Lakeside" and i thought ok, 7pm at Lakeside, we fishing overnight coz thats what we usually do. Thank god D suddenly woke up at 12am and asked whether ive done my packing. Coz it turns out, we're going at 7 in MORNING. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So woke up at 530, left home at 615 and i knew i was gonna be late so I msged D. Reached lakeside at 720 and the guy still havnt replied, so I JUST KNEW HE WAS STILL SLEEPING. GRR. I spent 15mins in the toilet fussing my hair when actually i was waiting for his call. Im such a loser haha. When he finally called back 5mins later (thank god not 5 &lt;strong&gt;hours&lt;/strong&gt; later) he apologised and told me to come to his house instead coz he havnt bathed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was supposed to meet the other couple at 8am outside Regal Tang tackle shop at Taman Jurong but surprise! they were late too. We came at 830, they came at 910. Bagos, mcm gini la janji mlayu kan. Nasib aku cina. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introduced one another, Azri's gf is Fatin from Regal Tang Woodlands branch, what are the odds of having another fishing couple? Lol. And they wore couple shirts! D and I didnt wear ours that day :( Ohwell nevermind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took the bus to Sheng Siong to get some dead prawns and we literally went grocery shopping bcoz Azri bought a camping burner/stove. Got baked beans, sardine, maggi mee, junk food...my god it was a picnic more than a fishing trip. Took cab to Harbourfront and ta-powed food from Seah Im Foodcourt. (hahaha this was where D and I first met, memories.) Then we took the bus to Sentosa and dropped at Beach Station. Sentosa is really different now that it's been a long time since i returned...with the IR up and coming, I really can imagine how much fun it will be in the future :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spot was near Songs of the Sea, and we set up our tent and blahblahblah. Weather was goooodddd damn hot but windy and most importantly, it didnt rain! &lt;u&gt;I got ready my sunscreen lotion. I've learnt my lesson from Pulau Ubin Fishing Trip thankyouverymuch. Read: PEELING SKIN NO MORE! :)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only fish that we managed to land was a small baby garoupa from MY ROD! Yessahhh! Lol. Azri and D had bites too but the lines always snapped while they're reeling in. They always swear its a BIGG one and from the way the rod bends, I think so too...hmm...but how come i only got a baby garoupa!! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cooked all the stuff we bought and of course it doesnt taste that good without any seasonings but campers can't complain right? It got dark pretty soon, and when we saw fireworks from the show, we knew it was time to go before the crowd gets loose. We packed up at 8pm, showered and took the monorail back. Shared a cab the 4 of us and the total went up to $35 for our 3 stops. Wowowee. *whistles* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i didnt have to open my wallet the whole day coz D paid everything for us 2 yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home at 1030 and i was so tired I didnt get to take that second shower i planned to take. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: D and Azri are damn silly boys. Damn silly cacat boys. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-9110073510561760293?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/9110073510561760293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=9110073510561760293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/9110073510561760293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/9110073510561760293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/07/sentosa-living-and-fishing.html' title='Sentosa Living and Fishing'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SmVlPrpfLXI/AAAAAAAAAlY/xR0o0lVRO6g/s72-c/20.07.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-5250560960709273431</id><published>2009-07-07T13:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:56:12.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>JB and Hi-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SlLc_E74zEI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/MhJJ_fCz4Yw/s1600-h/JB1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355585883111738434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SlLc_E74zEI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/MhJJ_fCz4Yw/s320/JB1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JB was satisfying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No jams, we breezed through the causeway. I got myself makeup coz i was starting to run out, magazines and perfume. D got his karaoke CD, ciggies and boxers. And we spent the rest of the money getting 2 more pairs of couple shirts, bubblegum and some stuff for ibu and mak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When getting shirts i used to always get M size for unisex cutting and an L size for a female cutting. But D told me to get S size and i went, ohwhattheheck let's live dangerously. And it fricking fits me. In all the right areas. Curvy Babyyy. Maybe i lost weight, or maybe I used to wear everything baggy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This calls for a celebration. For the first time in my life i fit an S. S for Sina. Yippeeedeeedooo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i realise we tend to always get black shirts. Now all 3 pairs of our couple shirts are black. And there was this another couple in the 170 bus who wore couple shirts as well and we gave knowing smiles to each other lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, Hi-5 is so out of my life now. Im talking the kids group. 1, 2, 3, 4...Hi-5!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to watch them even though im like 19 can? Kathleen's my favourite, so pretty and then she was replaced by Sun Park when she got preggers and Sun's pretty good too. But then everyone left, and now we have new Hi-5 members who can't sing for nuts. The new girls are easy on the eyes, they have the same body shape, they're pretty....but they can't sing :( Only good thing about the new Hi-5 are the guys; Tim and Stevie. They have great chemistry and they're really goofy around each other. AND THEY CAN SING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.M.G why did i just rave about Hi-5?? *slaps myself in the head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-5250560960709273431?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5250560960709273431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=5250560960709273431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5250560960709273431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5250560960709273431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/07/jb-and-hi-5.html' title='JB and Hi-5'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SlLc_E74zEI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/MhJJ_fCz4Yw/s72-c/JB1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-9082849824933446597</id><published>2009-07-06T12:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:54:54.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>ECP and Ellina's Bdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;On Saturday D accompanied me to Ellina's bdae party cum bbq at East Coast after work. &lt;strong&gt;Finally&lt;/strong&gt; D gets to meet my work friends! We overnighted there and brought our fishing gears along..but we ended up casting only once or twice coz we much preferred to cuddle up in the tent lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetched D from his workplace at 730pm and we went to buy some prawns and sarong from the tackle shop at Taman Jurong. D got his 12ft rod and reel coz it was payday and threw in a 2-man tent for us. I swear, people always buy a bigger tent than the actual people coming? Like 2 people will buy a 4-man tent right? But the silver tent we got wasnt squeezy, it felt cozy instead and we absolutely loved it. Took cab to ECP and I kinda expected the fare to go up to 30 but it was only 18. Bought Mac for dinner; 2 McChickens, 1 McChicken meal, 2DoubleCheeseburgers and a McSpicy meal can you beat that? Laki aku kurus tapi bab makan &lt;u&gt;jgn kau tegur.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked all the way to the pit; it was quite easy to spot coz Ellina fricking hung animal balloons and banners on the lamp post can? HAHA. At 12 Kak Su came from work alone coz Asrina couldnt come and she clicked instantly with D. I tell you, we were like the 3 Stooges, kept trying to outdo each other by making jokes! Im glad my bf can mix with my friends, &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; unlike a particular Naz who was anti-social and demands we understand his behaviour. Siao. To me it was just plain selfish on his part.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the people there brought along six-packs and bottles of Vodka and Whiskey! And they drank it neat can?! Everyone drank but alhamdulilah I stayed away from them and D refrained from drinking as well coz i told him not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tide was low that day so we gave up on fishing. Soon it was 530 and we packed up. My left foot got a little swollen after getting bitten by red ants GRR.&lt;br /&gt;I gave Kak Su her bdae present; a Casio Watch she had been eyeing and for Ellina, me and Kak Su got her two OP T-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;Took cab and sent Kak Su home first and then we stopped at D's house. Kesian D with all the fishing stuff and tent so I helped him with them to the doorstep and took MRT home instead. D showered and ate breakfast and went to work again, he must have been so tired :"(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting him again today, we're going to JB for shopping! 2 more hours to go! ABOUT TIME SOMEONE BRINGS THE POOR GUY SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thank you bby for accompanying me even though you just came back from a 12-hour shift and had to continue for another 12 hours after that..&lt;br /&gt;thank you bby for making the effort and succeeding in clicking with my friends..&lt;br /&gt;thank you bby for sharing our finances with me, you getting a job is a blessing and ive never once stopped appreciating your thoughtfulness..&lt;br /&gt;thank you bby for making me the happiest grl in the entire world..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in this world there isnt just &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; love story. Everyone has their own unique set and they think their's is the most beautiful. I don't blame them, I won't fight with them. I lost a friend once in poly because of this and there are times when i wonder what if.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna declare mine is the most beautiful of them all. But compared to the rest I've experienced, my heart has never felt more full and humbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-9082849824933446597?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/9082849824933446597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=9082849824933446597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/9082849824933446597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/9082849824933446597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/07/ecp-and-ellinas-bdae.html' title='ECP and Ellina&apos;s Bdae'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-2261940336403886433</id><published>2009-07-03T13:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:27:11.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Drawer vs artist</title><content type='html'>100th post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was walking to Lot1 with mummy and she just got off the phone with Anis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: Adik kau mintak ibu tolong dier buat e-career dier la, keje sekolah dier&lt;br /&gt;Me: E-career tu ape?&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: Entahlah, I must write about what shes good in....like...Anis likes music and she can draw very well. Adik kau tu kalau tkde keje pon tkpe, in the future she will become a very good drawer.&lt;br /&gt;Me: DRAWER PE.&lt;br /&gt;Ibu: HAHAHAHAA. ARTIST LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that. But then again, extra storage space is always welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone who sews will be a sewer yes? *holds nose*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-2261940336403886433?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2261940336403886433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=2261940336403886433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2261940336403886433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2261940336403886433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/07/drawer-vs-artist.html' title='Drawer vs artist'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-1088189155485455477</id><published>2009-06-30T11:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:54:28.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Crocs can kill you</title><content type='html'>Why oh why is the latest night movie today at 930pm only. And its Transformers. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was walking home from work last night and it just stopped raining so the ground was wet?&lt;br /&gt;Well i chose to go to work in my crocs coz it wasnt raining when i LEFT the house TO GO to work. Or else i would have worn my other work shoes. My crocs have gotten quite seasoned at the heel, so its quite slippery. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;So as i was walking home carefully, inching my way bit by bit, this guy jogged past me and all i could do was watch him go wistfully. And i thought, if i jogged in my crocs, ill probably slip, hit my head on the pavement and kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the idea grew into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i can rent my crocs out to whomever whos suicidal!&lt;br /&gt;That will be $30 per job done, upfront payment please.&lt;br /&gt;We do not extend a 100% money back guarantee, coz you wont have use for $30 when you're in hospital anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And in the occurence where the crocs are successful, you are in no way allowed to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;The crocs come in one size fits all.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyouverymuch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-1088189155485455477?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1088189155485455477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=1088189155485455477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1088189155485455477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1088189155485455477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/06/crocs-can-kill-you.html' title='Crocs can kill you'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-4531137744137734283</id><published>2009-06-26T13:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:41:52.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Food cravings at work</title><content type='html'>im craving for Ben N Jerry's Turtle Soup, Chubby Hubby, Phish Food and Cookie Dough&lt;br /&gt;and Chacharoni.&lt;br /&gt;and Lay's Sour Cream and Onion&lt;br /&gt;and Nissin Chilli Crab Cup Noodles&lt;br /&gt;and Boost Totally Nuts&lt;br /&gt;and Famous Amos Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;br /&gt;and Calbee Seaweed, Sour Cream Potato Chips&lt;br /&gt;and Tao Kae Noi Tom Yum Goong, Seafood Seaweed&lt;br /&gt;and Kinetic Energy Drink&lt;br /&gt;and Ribena&lt;br /&gt;and Magnum Minis&lt;br /&gt;and Delifrance Quick Meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats just the things from my workplace.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the whole lot of other stuff im craving for outside that circle. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya dont worry la, im not a mindless eating machine. I say only but I wont buy. Coz no one will sponsor me and I CANNOT be heavier than D. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-4531137744137734283?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4531137744137734283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=4531137744137734283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4531137744137734283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4531137744137734283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/06/food-cravings-at-work.html' title='Food cravings at work'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-6912888904447525791</id><published>2009-06-26T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:56:49.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><title type='text'>MOM today with D</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;anyone realise that theres an increase of medicinal hand wash ads on tv?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;swine flu. DUH. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it drizzled non-stop yesterday! Cold and wet. Like, theres a leaky air con in Singapore's atmosphere. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, MOM was such a *doh*&lt;br /&gt;D took half day leave and worked in the morning. We left D's house at 150pm and reached at exactly 3. His case was scheduled at 345 so we sat at the bench outside the meeting room and waited for his officer and ex-employer to come and settle the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D slept while waiting and snored maha kuat. He always falls asleep when i play with his hair- I always knew ive got some magic in my fingers HAHA. Waited for an hour but D's ex employer &lt;u&gt;DID NOT TURN UP.&lt;/u&gt; The staff at MOM called the company but they didnt answer the calls either. Such lowly scum-eating bastards. Hope they rot for trying to escape compensation.&lt;br /&gt;The officer said he will try to organise another meeting but i doubt they will turn up anyway. Why waste time, just let the hounds loose and put these men in jail can?&lt;br /&gt;GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left MOM at 420 and strolled the streets of Chinatown eating potong ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Darned uncle gave me &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;durian&lt;/span&gt; ice cream when i asked for &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sweet corn&lt;/span&gt;. GRR. I &lt;u&gt;dislike hate loathe&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;durian&lt;/span&gt; ice cream. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Durian&lt;/span&gt; should be served in its purest form- with a seed within its flesh. Not as a manufactured flavour please.&lt;br /&gt;And D bought silky boxers for us at 3pcs for $10. Got a pair of black ones for each of us with chilli peppers strewn all over it with the words "hot stuff". HAHAA eeyer so kinky.&lt;br /&gt;And the 3rd one i chose a red one for D with lip prints and hearts all over. Absolutely loved that one, so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was 5pm and i had to rush to work so we couldnt grab lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i knew D was real hungry coz he didnt have breakfast and he kept talking about what he felt like eating afterwards while waiting at MOM just now, but when he realised i was rushed for time, he assured that he wasnt hungry much to make me feel better. Darn, i feel so guilty :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took the MRT and parted ways at Jurong East. Reached workplace at 550 phew made it just barely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss my boyfriend already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-6912888904447525791?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6912888904447525791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=6912888904447525791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6912888904447525791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6912888904447525791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/06/mom-today-with-d.html' title='MOM today with D'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-5522723949317726357</id><published>2009-06-24T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:10:14.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>23.06 Hoovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SkJNRGz_iSI/AAAAAAAAAlI/47Uyyki_5ng/s1600-h/23Tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350924263551371554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SkJNRGz_iSI/AAAAAAAAAlI/47Uyyki_5ng/s320/23Tile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fetched D from work yesterday coz Ive never been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His directions were, "B turun bustop ti dah boleh nmpk D dekat ngan Mac, pat tepi jalan. D tgu B..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when i alighted at the bustop, I was searching for a guy in green coz thats what he claimed he was wearing. And im a stubborn little camper who thinks spectacles aint cool so i always leave them at home and fumble my way around right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i got antsy quite fast when i couldnt find him and called. And he told me to walk to Sheng Siong and turn into the lorong beside it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;KNN, ask me go walk into a lorong at 7pm, so I told him I dont want to go into some lorong and sell my body. HAHA. But i did find the lorong and i did turn into it. Turns out it leads to the back of Sheng Siong and the *place* where D works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, hes not working at Sheng Siong's warehouse or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, im not going to disclose it either. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i waited till he knocked off, said bye to his work friends and went to his house for him to bathe and change. And then we went on a date! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dangdut in the Shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mighty Ex-Dragon Shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snake Honey, Snake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma-il. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men in Tights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you dont understand a word and cant make sense out of my phrases can you? Hahaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow accompanying D to MOM before work coz he wants to claim compensation from his ex-company for his broken leg in 2007 . Wow. He filed the report in 2007, 2 years later then MOM ask him to come down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;So efficient.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-5522723949317726357?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5522723949317726357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=5522723949317726357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5522723949317726357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5522723949317726357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/06/2306-hoovers.html' title='23.06 Hoovers'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SkJNRGz_iSI/AAAAAAAAAlI/47Uyyki_5ng/s72-c/23Tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-6810354402306670878</id><published>2009-06-22T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:56:44.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Langkawi Update</title><content type='html'>Sorry i neglected to blog after the trip coz i was lazy, no excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the trip was oh-so-fun! Took alot of pictures but again, am lazy to transfer them to the laptop and upload here. Shall do it one of these days though, promise.&lt;br /&gt;Ate alot of good food, but was a real bummer coz Langkawi tried to pull off a Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, they revised the entrance fee for all the attractions they have to cost as much as the attractions in Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why the hell would they do that?? Sentosa has good reason for the price coz its worth going to the attractions. But Langkawi does not have the facilities and infrastructure to explain the price hike. HELLO? There is no comparison so its ridiculous seeing the Underwater World priced at RM38 for foreigners and RM28 for Malaysians/MyKad Holders when Sentosa is priced at (if i remember it correctly) S$14.50 but houses so many more marine species and doesnt look like it badly needs a renovation.&lt;br /&gt;And Malaysia is displaying outright discrimination with the difference in pricing for foreigners and Malaysians. FOR ALL THE ATTRACTIONS. Even the Mahsuri Mausoleum! We're paying more to see a tomb?? And its not just a few dollars, its like a RM10 difference! Come on la, youve got to be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I know Malaysia puts their own residents first, but to this extent? Theres gotta be a limit Jose, and I cant believe they couldnt predict the impact this is going to have on the tourism industry. THESE ARE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ATTRACTIONS. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They are first and foremost supposed to be for tourists. Im not saying Malaysians do not visit other states and their attractions, Im just questioning the need to draw such a wide line between foreigners and the residents. A RM2 or RM3 is fine but not this. If they continue with this policy, then all i can say is, good luck with collecting their tourism dollar from their own people whom they cherish so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Hotel Helang and I looved the rooms there. I had the best sleep for those 3nights that i havnt had in ages. Only thorn was the breakfast buffet was repetative. So not fun to have to eat the same thing for 3 days in a row that the last day we skipped it and ate out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bowling, ate kampung durians at the roadside, shopped at the pasar malam at Kedawang....the whole trip i bought myself a MAC Blusher and black sandals, bought for the people at work hand-painted fan keychains (so pretty) and bought for D couple shirts and a handful of gum. Yay we finally have a pair of couple shirts!&lt;br /&gt;On the flight back to Singapore, in transit at KL, I lost my Clearasil facial wash and my new MAC blusher!!! Coz i didnt tie my bag properly so on the luggage belt my things were sort of spilling out onto the leather. GRRR! A stewardess would prolly find them, and keep them for herself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well just my luck. Sorry for the abrupt ending but its time to sleep now, working tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OH! D proposed to me today. NO KIDDING. He wants us to nikah gantong and sanding only when we have saved up enough money.&lt;br /&gt;I havnt given him an answer. MY GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-6810354402306670878?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6810354402306670878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=6810354402306670878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6810354402306670878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6810354402306670878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/06/langkawi-update.html' title='Langkawi Update'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-8594464435338209110</id><published>2009-06-13T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:04:31.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>Sunburned Arm</title><content type='html'>Am excitedly counting down to the 15th when I would be going Langkawi with my family til the 19th. But shits, no money to spend, will only have money when i come back so ill have to do all my shopping in Spore.&lt;br /&gt;Wheres the fun in that??&lt;br /&gt;Of course on top of that will miss my Fuddy Duddy-Sayang Melayang-Abang Lobang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks. And since im in a bad mood. See this picture of my sunburned arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SjNNa57XnaI/AAAAAAAAAlA/eyVmt6jXRUQ/s1600-h/sunburned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346702307240680866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SjNNa57XnaI/AAAAAAAAAlA/eyVmt6jXRUQ/s320/sunburned.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope i made you throw up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-8594464435338209110?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8594464435338209110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=8594464435338209110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/8594464435338209110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/8594464435338209110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunburned-arm.html' title='Sunburned Arm'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SjNNa57XnaI/AAAAAAAAAlA/eyVmt6jXRUQ/s72-c/sunburned.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-948913157330894093</id><published>2009-06-10T12:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:48:59.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><title type='text'>Bby's first day of work.</title><content type='html'>anyone has any beauty tips to regain your original skin colour after sunburn?&lt;br /&gt;HELP.&lt;br /&gt;I dowan to stay black, my skin is my trademark!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is bby's first day of work! Whoot whoot.&lt;br /&gt;And i have to go show up at Jurong Point for work today.&lt;br /&gt;So stupid, theyre pushing staffs to experience other stores. &lt;br /&gt;GRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-948913157330894093?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/948913157330894093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=948913157330894093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/948913157330894093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/948913157330894093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/06/bbys-first-day-of-work.html' title='Bby&apos;s first day of work.'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-4457857701355139077</id><published>2009-06-09T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:54:47.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>paranormal</title><content type='html'>i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;everytime life seems perfect, god throws a curveball and then he sits back and watch you squirm as you figure out a way to make things right again.&lt;br /&gt;its my life dammit, stop messing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never has it ever occurred to me, that i would face such an ordeal. I thought stuff like this is fiction and its designed to scare little kids but its as serious as a stomach ulcer.. ive even googled it so i know a thing or two of what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now how am i going to survive this and make everything pretty again? I want my fairytale, i want my future family to be happy and just &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;normal.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i supposed to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh farkit. This is NOT going well!!! D! Please please please say ur not serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-4457857701355139077?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4457857701355139077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=4457857701355139077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4457857701355139077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4457857701355139077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/06/paranormal.html' title='paranormal'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-5471866854929759123</id><published>2009-06-09T12:52:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:11:16.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>East Coast After Ubin</title><content type='html'>Cik Mus picked us up from the carpark behind the hawker centre and we thought it was only going be us two at the back of the lorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 of the gang was at the back of the lorry to escort us. HAHA. Mak had good reason to follow coz she was getting lunch for everyone, but what about the other 8 people who tagged along? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salamed everyone, and then we sped from Changi to ECP Carpark D. Settled down and ate first coz we were hungry after having just one meal the at Ubin. No, change that to &lt;u&gt;D was ravenous&lt;/u&gt;. I shared my meal with Mak coz i wasnt that hungry. D wolfed down close to 5 packets of food, imagine that. Scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we loaded our tackle and casted out. And then ran to soak our bodies in the sea coz we were so sunburned from Ubin its painful. Swam a little and suddenly a drag sounded and Cik Rosli's rod surged forward. He literally ran to his rod with D and Acit close behind. It was a beautiful good-sized cermin. So jealous. GRR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After awhile got tired of swimming so i bathed and changed. &lt;u&gt;Cold shower on a hot day at East Coast after being sunburned at Ubin is another of those heaven moments.&lt;/u&gt; Then accompanied Cik Yah to MacDonald's coz her daughter Ikah wanted ice cream. I walked while Cik Yah and Ikah rode bikes, not very far thank god. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got our ice creams and then pedaled back. There was this caucasian family walking in a horizontal line cutting across the road. And ok fine i admit, we were on the no cycling track but it was only because we were from MacDonalds and the road will come to a fork and we will follow the cycling track what. I was wobbling along with the bike coz Cik Yah was walking alongside so i couldnt go fast, so when i got a little ahead of her, i stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the mother of the family wore this haughty look and with a gesture of her hand said in her horrible caucasian accent, "And she stopped right in the middle of the no cycling road."&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a stare. Could you be more self-centred foreign bitch? U guys are blocking the entire road with ur fat asses and that is a stupid crime in itself can? Hope u die a horrible death. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got back to our site, most of the family was asleep so i joined D who was manning the rods at the rocky ledge with Acit. No bites and soon it was time to leave so all of us packed up and left. Since they rented the lorry til the next morning, they decided to drive around and soon we found ourselves at Marina Barrage. Nothing much to see, so while the family walked around, D, Acit and me surveyed the area to see if fishing is allowed while Abah and Aiman stayed at the lorry to rest and man our stuff. No fishing in the Barrage itself but while walking to the carpark, D saw a group of people with fishing rods walking out of an alley. He said he might come back alone on his bike one day to see where that alley leads to....perhaps we have found another possible fishing spot :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Cik Mus drove us to Mount Faber and again, D, Acit, Abah, Aiman and me stayed at the lorry while the rest walked around. By then it was about 730pm and it was quite dark so the family came back quite fast coz they couldnt see very well. Next stop was Ayer Rajah Food Centre and i helped Mak, Nek, Tok Ayie and Cik Yah to buy food for all 16 of us. Armed with food and drinks, we stopped at West Coast Park to eat and mygawd, D ate his food, and helped finish 7 more packets of whoever who couldnt finish their food.&lt;br /&gt;Laki aku makan banyak tapi badan tetap ranting kayu nie ape hal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that it was time to go home. The lorry dropped us off one by one. First was Taman Jurong to drop off D's family, but D joined the rest of the gang to Changi so he accompanied me home :) Next stop was my house and then Cik Yah. And then they went to Changi to see airplanes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 1030pm and bathed and went to sleep. Msged D and he didnt reply. This morning he msged to say he didnt even alight the lorry at Changi. Instead he slept all the way. He came along just to accompany me home. This boy ar, might as well he go home with his family what! GRR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345205317310475106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si376n3R62I/AAAAAAAAAjI/SloN0Kta3gI/s320/IMG_2349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345206234057077490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si38v_As8vI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/bbdWpJYmYhs/s320/IMG_2353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345206812115826818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si39RocpeII/AAAAAAAAAjY/Qe4H9JS1n3A/s320/IMG_2354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345207767413185874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si3-JPNSXVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/l7DOFsR2S8I/s320/IMG_2357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345208281716258018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si3-nLIsdOI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZtAwCui_jH8/s320/IMG_2360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345209146622223426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si3_ZhKWJEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/t2b-wOsEgkQ/s320/IMG_2361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345209994608630562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si4AK4KD2yI/AAAAAAAAAj4/3BF9Tdi5kuc/s320/IMG_2363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345210683861902322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si4Ay_02I_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/NkH9cLDLX0U/s320/IMG_2364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345211219637412082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si4BSLvroPI/AAAAAAAAAkI/4WX_h-tJ82c/s320/IMG_2366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345211922165562546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si4B7E3cfLI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/L4NHK9KO0SM/s320/IMG_2367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345212680623245186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si4CnOV2R4I/AAAAAAAAAkY/Q2Ep0oBAKeM/s320/IMG_2371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345213521082898034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si4DYJTC1nI/AAAAAAAAAkg/rYlxIk1A4hs/s320/IMG_2376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345214391695658642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si4EK0lTTpI/AAAAAAAAAko/pBi37mryiL4/s320/IMG_2372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345215149530901698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si4E27vTbMI/AAAAAAAAAkw/z-pIAR12eYo/s320/IMG_2375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345215905728335250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si4Fi8y0jZI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9GysxXFFWy0/s320/IMG_2377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are damn itchy. Red spots all over. Must be coz of Ubin when we slept in the tent with the sand and ants. GRR. 24th Sentosa fishing with D, Azri and Amat. Anyone wanna join? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siak je. When they dropped me off at my house yesterday, Cik Mus asked D, "Mane kau dapat anak cine nie eh?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA. Tu ari Cik Yah dah hint suroh masok meminang lekas2, skrng Cik Mus pulak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dah jangkit, smue orang panggil aku cine. MAMPOS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-5471866854929759123?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5471866854929759123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=5471866854929759123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5471866854929759123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5471866854929759123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/06/east-coast-after-ubin.html' title='East Coast After Ubin'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si376n3R62I/AAAAAAAAAjI/SloN0Kta3gI/s72-c/IMG_2349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-2698867032086486148</id><published>2009-06-08T13:07:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:51:03.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>Ubin</title><content type='html'>Awmann my skin hurts like a bitch. Im RED BLACK now. No longer fair amoy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;warning: long post with pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ubin was fun and hot and scary but most of all, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a test to my patience.&lt;/span&gt; Ull soon know why if u read till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning woke up at 530am to get ready to go to Ubin. With my new navy Hustler 8" rod, left home at 620 and met D at Jurong East MRT. I thought I saw Mar but she was talking to her friend and i couldnt see her face so i kept quiet. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;40mins for Abg Boy and Boy&lt;/span&gt; to come and then we took the MRT to Outram, and a bus to Changi V. Abg Boy and Boy had breakfast while D and me ta-powed food for lunch cum dinner later. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I paid for drinks and Abg Boy didnt extend money for his drinks so ok, nehmind i pay...&lt;/span&gt;after that we went in search for bait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D and I have already bought 1kg prawns the day before at Sheng Siong and planned to get about 5packets of sarong at Changi. Abg Boy was supposed to buy 2kg prawns and we share the bait amongst us 4. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Turns out, Abg Boy have not bought any bait yet and planned to get the prawns at Changi itself.&lt;/span&gt; But Changi ran out of prawns even though its only 8am and the only prawns left are frozen ones at the tackle shop, going for $2 per packet of about 10 prawns. D said the fish there prefers prawns to sarong DAMMIT but bo pian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D and I bought our 5packets as per the agreement, and Abg Boy bought another 5packets. D said that it wont be enough, the spot is teeming with fish and our bait will soon run out, but Abg Boy was giving this hesitant look and suggested we share money for another 5packets of sarong. KNNBCB. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the end, we paid about $25 for bait while he forked out only $15 and we ended up with more sarong than prawns which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; is totally not the plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bought 4 bottles of 1.5L mineral water and this we shared money as well, even though D and I have already bought 2 bottles of 1.5L Green Tea and Peach Tea at Sheng Siong.&lt;/span&gt; And get this, we have 6 bottles of water right. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D and I probably only drank up to 2 bottles while Abg Boy and Boy gulped down 4 bottles.&lt;/span&gt; That guy is a camel, at one go he drinks half a bottle dry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took the boat to Ubin, and then walked to our spot. Upon reaching the site, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D, Boy and I pitched the tent while Abg Boy started to load his tackle and casted out first. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fuck, he was no help. Tent set up, we put our things inside and then loaded our tackle...First catch was Boy's Unga Tanda, barely 10mins since we arrived at the spot. So everyone was damn sexcited and thought it was going to be cast and hooked. But the fish didnt bite much...couple of misleads but none landed. And the weather became unbearably hot towards 12pm so D and I sat in the shade most of the time, seldom did we check our bait. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our water supply by then was worrisome, we were left with 3 and a half bottles of mineral water courtesy of the HIPPO&lt;/span&gt;. At 4pm we ate our takeaway and started fishing for real coz the weather was lenient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At 5pm when we were left with 1 and a half bottles of water, D and I decided to check whether the tap water at Ubin was safe; it isnt. It was murky yellow in colour and the thought of drinking something that literally looks like shit water isnt very pleasant. So D and I walked to the shops at the jetty and bought another 2 bottles of 1.5L mineral water plus a 500ml 100plus that D and I shared otw back to our spot. &lt;u&gt;There are brief moments of heaven on earth and an ice cold 100plus in Ubin is one of them.&lt;/u&gt; Anyway this time, we told Abg Boy one bottle is for him, and the other is strictly for us HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ar0und 7pm Abg Boy caught a small Usat, then D, Boy and I started a small fire to keep the mosquitos at bay. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Again, no help from him either he just sat on his throne and gave stupid orders like, 'go find some dead branches la' and when D was using his lighter to light, he was instructing D what to do from where he sat.&lt;/span&gt; The fire didnt last long though, coz there werent many things to burn. At 8pm my rod bent like crazy and the drag sounded. The pull was so strong my rod stand pulled forward and was about to get uprooted by the sand. Thank god D reached my rod before it flew out of the stand and he begun to reel in the fish. Fight lasted for 15mins and D started to get tired. He handed the rod to Abg Boy to continue coz he asked whether D needs help. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The hippo fought the fish for about 2mins and then he decided to snap the line without telling me.&lt;/span&gt; KNNBCB!!!!!! WTF IS HIS PROBLEM SIA. And he started to give reasons like, "Aiya, the fish under the rock, very hard to land wan..." D said the fish was a huge one, such a waste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And then while i was loading my tackle again, he went to my previous spot and casted out. HE WAS GOING AFTER MY FISH CAN? SUCH A F#($&amp;amp;%.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked at D and shook my head. D promised we wont go fishing with them again and led me to another spot to cast beside him. No bites once again and D's wrist started to hurt after the fight with the fish so we went into the tent to rest and i helped to massage D's arm....suspect its a muscle strain coz he couldnt flex his hand and fingers after awhile....While we rest, Boy saw something in the forest behind us and quickly sat beside us in the tent. You know i know. And suddenly fishing at Ubin overnight seemed like a bad idea. I was effing scared and tried to calm my nerves. Couldnt sleep and was mighty aware of all sounds around us. But D was there for me, and he kept me close. Alhamdulilah i didnt see anything, but D saw it but thank god he didnt mention it until morning came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 2am the tide receeded til 0.2 and Abg Boy and Boy got brave and ventured down the rocks to cast out near the kelongs. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By then, D was already sound alseep beside me but Abg Boy kept forcing D to wake up and fish with him.&lt;/span&gt; D ignored him and continued sleeping.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; At 3am Abg Boy asked me to pass him D's cigarettes and he helped himself to it like nobody's business.&lt;/span&gt; Kesian D.....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and he helped himself to our ration of water!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 4am when D still didnt wake up, Abg Boy kept giving D missed calls and messages.&lt;/span&gt; Fark it hes so irritating! Just leave the poor guy alone cannot meh! D didnt sleep at all the night before sia...At 530am when D finally woke up, they said they got another Usat and a larger Unga Tanda. Ok fine, ur business ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D and I gathered our fishing gear and packed up while Abg Boy and Boy slept in our tent coz we already promised Cik Mus, D's uncle that we would reach Changi V at 10am and asked him to pick us up so that we can join the gang at East Coast Park. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ABG BOY SNORES LIKE AN EFFING PIG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my dad doesnt snore as loud as he does! At 8am we woke them up and D and I rolled up our tent while they packed their fishing gear. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D gave me a pack of biscuits, he said Mak yang kasi.....in the end, Abg Boy and Boy yang makan while D and I didnt get to eat a piece of it at all. GRR.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Took the boat back to Changi V and we separated ways with Abg Boy and Boy there. Waited for Cik Mus to come and then it was off to East Coast to meet D's family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345000319267247842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si1BeKpGFuI/AAAAAAAAAiA/334G0qSCP40/s320/IMG_2324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345000692264779602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si1Bz4Kov1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/zqMHQVRfE00/s320/IMG_2328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345001549173787890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si1ClwZqjPI/AAAAAAAAAiY/g8IF1MUPQ4w/s320/IMG_2347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345001150116440082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si1COhy-qBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/NRossI5CMqI/s320/IMG_2336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345002035064944978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si1DCCfJOVI/AAAAAAAAAig/31JPBwfHKSQ/s320/IMG_2341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345003278563801602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si1EKa4X-gI/AAAAAAAAAi4/OKFJVDKL4z4/s320/IMG_2342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345002458065552450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si1DaqSWREI/AAAAAAAAAio/flkRaTV1V-A/s320/IMG_2346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345002903192698450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si1D0kg7flI/AAAAAAAAAiw/TtLnBQ3jM60/s320/IMG_2348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345004807341835378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si1FjaBdhHI/AAAAAAAAAjA/xD8XrTExYwA/s320/IMG_2333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sit tight for ECP's post. Gdnite, sleep time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-2698867032086486148?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2698867032086486148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=2698867032086486148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2698867032086486148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2698867032086486148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/06/ubin.html' title='Ubin'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Si1BeKpGFuI/AAAAAAAAAiA/334G0qSCP40/s72-c/IMG_2324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-4136185428712952298</id><published>2009-06-01T13:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:24:57.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><title type='text'>Fishing at Kelong- no. Pulau Ubin!</title><content type='html'>Wah seh.....fishing at kelong is a no-go coz there are too many complications. The kelong fee kept fluctuating, the guy originally said its RM20 and now its RM40. And of course my parents werent too happy of me going to Malaysia to fish so theyve been trying to dissuade me from going. They said if the ferry sinks, they wont be able to locate my body for a burial.&lt;br /&gt;Kanasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we bailed and have now decided to go to Pulau Ubin on the 6th instead.&lt;br /&gt;No, im not emotionally shattered or what. HAHA. To me, fishing is fishing. It doesnt matter where, as long as theres fish to be hooked and ur spending the time with great company.&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is the greatest companion ever and Pulau Ubin is one of the best fishing spots in Singapore. So yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did i mention? I miss the smell of raw prawn bait slowly roasted by the hot sun.  At first i thought it smelled like dead rats. But now i begin to think its one of those comfort smells. Like comfort food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i know im weird so stop looking at me like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-4136185428712952298?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4136185428712952298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=4136185428712952298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4136185428712952298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4136185428712952298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/06/fishing-at-kelong-no-pulau-ubin.html' title='Fishing at Kelong- no. Pulau Ubin!'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-1740051846998528357</id><published>2009-05-31T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:08:13.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>4th month</title><content type='html'>IM BORED.&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend is sleeping right now coz yesterday evening till this morning he went fishing with Iwan and Abg Boy and his son, people we met at Sembawang Jetty the other day. D caught a baby groupa, Iwan and Abg Boy an ikan gelama each and Abg Boy's son got an ikan cermin.&lt;br /&gt;D said yesterday was 'kecoh giler' and Abg Boy asked why i wasnt present. GRR I wanted to come but i was working! And I dont think Ibu and Ayah will let me fish overnight after work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday marked our 4th month together....still going strong, insyaallah we will celebrate our 44th YEAR together in the future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my off day after so long, and it feels weird sitting at home for a change and not waiting for the hour to come where i get ready to go to work. Lazy dayyyy happy dayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, so bored. D, WAKE UP LAYAN I!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some new sexy underwear. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;sumpah info tak perlu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-1740051846998528357?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1740051846998528357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=1740051846998528357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1740051846998528357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1740051846998528357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/05/4th-month.html' title='4th month'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-7287295555777600906</id><published>2009-05-27T13:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:03:48.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><title type='text'>so its been set.</title><content type='html'>so its been set,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be going to Langkawi on 16th to 19th June with my family. Leave applied, hotel booked, flight booked, just waiting for the date to come. Before that, 6-7th June at Pengerang Kelong with my lovely. How awesome is that, two trips in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-7287295555777600906?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7287295555777600906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=7287295555777600906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7287295555777600906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7287295555777600906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-its-been-set.html' title='so its been set.'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-5813474451692807082</id><published>2009-05-24T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:20:27.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><title type='text'>Flu and waiting for pay!</title><content type='html'>my nose. i wanna chop it off my face and get a new one coz this one seems to think its a running tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for payday!! Though the money would never last me a month, but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 5th going to meet D and get us new reels at Regal Tang....then si setan gondol kata nak masakkan Maggie Famous dier for me so i shall not eat breakfast before meeting him. &lt;em&gt;Have&lt;/em&gt; to build an appetite coz he already warned that he will &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; cook it if i promise to finish everything. Ironic statement sia, how would he know i will finish it before he even starts to cook! KANASAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why new reels? Coz we're going kelong fishing at Pengerang on the 6th! Will bring a camera and take lots of photos so you guys can sit and drool at them. Are you excited yet? HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-5813474451692807082?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5813474451692807082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=5813474451692807082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5813474451692807082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5813474451692807082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/05/flu-and-waiting-for-pay.html' title='Flu and waiting for pay!'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-6651648618725944477</id><published>2009-05-17T19:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:21:52.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Pegi uma cik yah!</title><content type='html'>Went rumah Cik Yah at Bukit Panjang just now coz D was sleeping there after our fishing trip. D and Iwan fetched me from the tasik bustop and we walked to Bangkit pasar2, coz D claims theres a pancing shop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE IS! And the shop has cheaper rods and reels than Taman Jurong KNN. I was eyeing this pink 7ft rod complete with a small reel. But the reel is about the same size as my 5ft Eye Candy set up and D commented that bigger reels means can cast further. So im considering a separate rod and reel...maybe a red one this time coz i saw a stunning red matte reel just now complete with red line spooled in muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that while walking to Cik Yah's house, &lt;strong&gt;my slipper putus k! &lt;/strong&gt;Buat malu company je!!&lt;br /&gt;Sweet D offered to lend me his left slipper and i dunno, he ll walk bare footed but susahkan orang je, and aku dah cukup malu k, so i was dragging my feet all the way to Cik Yah's house and he slowed his pace for me even when Iwan was walking ahead of us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Cik Yah's house we ate lunch....Cik Yah masak sotong itam and udang rempah. Yarmyarm, then i washed the dishes and then Cik Yah brought out her wedding and tunang album for us to see.&lt;br /&gt;HINT KEPE!&lt;br /&gt;She said she and Cik Rosli kenal for only 1 week, and then they got engaged for 2years and then got married. Ade ke gtu? D! Kite dah nak 5bulan kan! Taknak ikot jejak dorang ke?? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got to see several pictures of D while he was still young! Haha selenger betol budak setan gondol nie actually tau kawan2.... XD&lt;br /&gt;After that me, D, Cik Yah, Ika and Iwan went to the library at Bukit Panjang Plaza for a short while....D and I of course went straight to the recreation section and found some fishing guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent about 30mins there and then Cik Yah bought ice cream for all of us from MacDonalds. Satu2 comot dan terserlah skali perangai kebudakan kite smue. Ish3......cobaan.&lt;br /&gt;At the junction while licking our ice creams, I salamed Cik Yah and D and walked home while they walked back to their house coz it was already 6pm and i told ibu and ayah ill only be gone for a little while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention that D DIY-highlighted his hair? Dah macam ahbeng jibeng betol la laki aku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-6651648618725944477?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6651648618725944477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=6651648618725944477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6651648618725944477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6651648618725944477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/05/pegi-uma-cik-yah.html' title='Pegi uma cik yah!'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-3174248190159995204</id><published>2009-05-16T15:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:52:44.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>15 May Sembawang Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;wouldnt it be nice if the world was &lt;s&gt;cadbury&lt;/s&gt; a big pond to fish in?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 6am on the 15th and all sleepy-eyed, fried some foodstuff as an accompaniment to whatever we thought of ta-paoing from Ananas Cafe Sembawang. At least that &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; the plan. Hotdogs, Nuggets, Japanese chicken strips, Crabsticks, the works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my 4-man tent, fishing rod, 3 reels (mine, D's new one and Lina's), a library book that i didnt even touch that day and make up in my bag, i met D at CCK last cabin at 745am. Made our way to Sembawang, D bought his cigarette and i told him we should tapao food in case we get hungry coz we ll be there from morning til night. So breakfast lunch dinner how? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he went, "B ade goreng benda kan.....boleh la tu...tkya beli..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he said his friend/cousin was coming down with his tunang on bike so anything can ask him to help us buy...so i thot ok..and we boarded 882 to Sembawang Park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking to the jetty we saw lots of tents already erected, about 15 tents. Woah, its a Friday and these people no need to work? We erected our tent right in front of the jetty and placed our stuffs inside. While setting up our rods, D's friend/cousin Farid came and he parked his bike right in front of our tent! Sakaliao bring the bike til the jetty sia hahahaa. And he came alone, no girl to accompany me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we hooked on our bait; we had 2KG dead prawns and 3 packets of sarong pumpun that D has already squeezed out of the tubers on hand. Plan was to buy only 1KG prawn from Sheng Siong but there was a promotion and it was $6.95 per kg so D got a little crazy and bought 2KG? Nehnehpok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D and Farid casted out their rods and D helped me to cast out mine. D got the first bite; a stinking medium-sized flower crab HAHA. People come to fish for fish and a crab ate his sarong worm. He gave the crab to the elderly couple netting for crabs beside us. Then D taught me how to properly cast and i practised my casting alone for a few minutes. And then dah pro k! Jauh jugak aku cast, tak sia2 masok badminton time Primary ngan Secondary school HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i joined the rest and started to pancing FOR REAL ON MY OWN. And all the way my pink rod was damn popular la.....every 5 mins i cast out, there were fish biting but landing one was the chore. Everytime miss sia.....very irritating. The rod keeps bending and the tip keeps wavering and you can feel the fish tugging but when you jerk the rod and reel in, nothing comes up but the bait all gone! KNN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However i managed to reel in the second and third catch; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336337078854201714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sg56TNLZsXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/iR9YYiOETkg/s320/PiX015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Both small, palm sized fish. Usat and i dunno what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 2pm Farid went home coz he worked night shift before coming to the jetty and his tunang was making a big fuss coz he didnt return her calls or msgs. His tunang doesnt allow him to fish, dunno why. So weird. So D and i continued alone and made friends with this pakcik and his son who was fishing beside us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apart from my rod forever twitching but not landing any fish, the rods were silent and then it started to rain! REAL HEAVILY. D and i stripped to our boxers and since we were wearing two piece clothings, we removed the other shirt and kept it in the tent to change into after the rain stopped. We allowed the pakcik and his son to put their things in our tent to keep dry, in return they let us take cover under their makeshift tent at the jetty. Yes it was POURING, b&lt;u&gt;ut we didnt stop fishing HAHA.&lt;/u&gt; It rained for about an hour and we stood shivering in the rain in our thin clothes, occasionally checking on our bait and casting out again. BRRRRR its cold. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the rain, D caught another palm sized fish; this time a selar kuning....haha Nasi Lemak Fish. And at 630pm i caught the last catch of the day; A STUPID BELUT. D told me to cut my line and cast elsewhere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336340990663322690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sg5925zX7EI/AAAAAAAAAho/4Bt3c_n-3B0/s320/PiX014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He says beluts are bad luck and where there is a belut, other fishes wouldnt come to the spot.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, we didnt catch anything after that anyways and the jetty was getting crowded coz got all these old-timers with their huge ass rods all casting at the same location aiming for duris and they did catch about 5 of them ranging from middle table-sized to big ones before we left. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D and i packed our things and collapsed our tents and went home....We took the mrt together and he dropped at CCK with me, walked to my house and then i waited for him to get a bus to Cik Yah's house at Bukit Panjang coz his cousin Amat needed help to dye his hair so D's gonna sleep there....I reached home at 10pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336341235757183554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sg5-FK2TckI/AAAAAAAAAhw/pdGgXidIu30/s320/SP+fishing+tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Msged D after bathing and eating. OH YA! And we didnt eat a proper meal AT ALL CAN?? We drank lots of tap water and shared the fried stuff i brought amongst the 5 of us; the uncle and his son, Farid, me and D. And thats all we had that day. WAHHH CAN LOSE WEIGHT LEH FISHING coz I didnt feel hungry at all, except maybe after the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway when i msged D, he said he was going fishing again with his uncle Cik Rosli! The boy barely reached Cik Yah's house and his uncle was dragging him to East Coast Park to fish again and they already bought bait. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really siao sia.....Chiong pancing all the way....At 530am D msged to tell me they came home liao and hes about to faint from exhaustion. MEMANG PADAN MUKA SETAN GONDOL NI. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336346468745827090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sg6C1xQBUxI/AAAAAAAAAh4/4GP9yzGy5ZM/s320/PiX007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;make way for the pwincess. &lt;p&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-3174248190159995204?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3174248190159995204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=3174248190159995204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/3174248190159995204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/3174248190159995204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/05/15-may-sembawang-park.html' title='15 May Sembawang Park'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sg56TNLZsXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/iR9YYiOETkg/s72-c/PiX015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-2430652804292099463</id><published>2009-05-16T15:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:49:44.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the past'/><title type='text'>12 May Fight before Sembawang Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you wouldnt believe the cold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went fishing at Sembawang Park as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ill post about that with pictures later. First let me tell you about the 12th.&lt;br /&gt;D went night fishing at Ubin with 4 of his friends + cousins. He landed a football-sized pari while the rest caught about 4 duris.&lt;br /&gt;And while fighting a fish that eventually got away, his reel got stuck. D has 2 rods but only 1 reel and that reel decided to bail on its owner. So when D msged me about the reel, i got soooo pissed and we argued maha besar because i managed to get my friend Lina to lend him a reel but he die die dowan to use it coz scared he will damage it? Stupid then our plans go to waste wat right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the sweetest gf that i am &lt;em&gt;(eh wahlao stop rolling your eyes!)&lt;/em&gt; i demanded he meet me the next day and i got him a new reel. And we werent on talking terms that day so while in the tackle shop, Azri the salesguy was trying to sell us a reel and D was acting all aloof so in the end i made the decision for him. At the counter when i wanted to pay, D MSGED me say he dowan the reel, he will NOT use it even if i buy it for him. Even though he was like 3 steps behind me?&lt;br /&gt;And i ignored his msg. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway when i wanted to hand him the reel coz i gotta make my way to work, he walked off k!&lt;br /&gt;So i was like, "Fine so childish."&lt;br /&gt;And i brought it to work with me. A few hours later while at work we stopped fighting and blahblahblah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end he used the reel also lor!! Stupid shit. So cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-2430652804292099463?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2430652804292099463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=2430652804292099463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2430652804292099463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2430652804292099463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/05/sembawang-park-15-may.html' title='12 May Fight before Sembawang Park'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-5716826755912379400</id><published>2009-05-11T21:10:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:55:58.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>kota tinggi part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;10th May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY! SO MANY tour buses going to Malaysia so Tuas Checkpoint was &lt;strong&gt;packed&lt;/strong&gt; can? Clearing immigration is already a chore but then theres the possibility of getting on the wrong bus coz there are like 10 buses and i tell you, all these buses look alike - just that they go different destinations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First stop was at Tuas's Dine and Rest to eat breakfast. Ape lagi, all the guys went straight for the convenience store to get their asap, laki aku ape kurangnya. Tsk3.....suffocate lungs only know. All around people ate Nasi Lemak but D and I didnt get any breakfast coz we had a late dinner and werent really hungry....got drinks, jambu and a bag of Roller Coster to eat in the bus. After that onwards to Kota Tinggi, Mini Kelantan. Up to us whether to shop at Mini Kelantan itself(think lorong2 Geylang, very much like pasar malam yang bukak pagi) or the Kota Tinggi Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone stayed in a group at first but then each 'puak' dispersed to get their own stuff. Out of that one family there were 5 shopping groups; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acit, me, D&lt;br /&gt;Mak, Abah, Ein, Ayul, Amat, Iwan&lt;br /&gt;Didi, Cha2, Liah, Cik Timah, husband (forgot name liao)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nenek, Tok, Nek Rocker, Nurul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pakcik in red cap and wife and another pakcik. (HAHA obviously didnt talk to them at all)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D and I got our couple rings there @ RM49.90 though the choices were very limited. Many silver shops yes, but they carried the same designs. No eye for business, seriously. And they dont do engraving. To make matters worse, they packed the wrong size for D and we only realised it on the bus. D's ring is loose :( TOTALLY NOT SATISFIED AR! GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mall was having a mini karaoke competition and got this chubby KEDI that wears make up and he/she was singing dengan penuh perasaan! Lagu Siti NurHaliza beb, tkle angkat!! WAKAKAKAA. And he kept singing one song after another, Dayang NurFaizah pulak la geng! D mangkuk kejap, til he said "Acit, kau pegi stage &lt;em&gt;tu&lt;/em&gt; suroh dier stop nyanyi. Kalau taknak jugak, suroh dier tunggu nanti aku naik stage kasi penampar!" HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D dah frust tonggek coz hes very sensitip, he really cant stand the sight of transvestites or kedis etc. So we left the mall and went to Mini Kelantan. Bought couple boxers @ RM18 for 2 and 3 shades @ RM10 each, and then we ate chendol. While eating, I glanced across the road and saw this beautiful datin top on a mannequin and i knew i found Mummy's bdae present cum mothers day gift. Went to the shop and we bought a blue version for Mummy. RM52 not bad, quite nice. After that we went back to the bus and when everyone has returned, the bus drove to The Zon hotel for our hi-tea buffet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334566159480827474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SggvqIasrlI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/JFdhX6D_9LQ/s320/PiX000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;thats D's plate on top of my relatively cleaner one. Need i say more? 10 loaded plates, 4 youths. We didnt get to try every dish coz theres &lt;em&gt;just too many.&lt;/em&gt; There was a competition after chow time for Mother's Day. One of the organisers came to our table and urged me to participate, said that its a competition to see who can cook the nicest Telur Dadar with the ingredients given. LERR. Telur Dadar saya dah pro cik, tk payah masok competition nie smue. HAHA. But i didnt join, malu seh depan bakal mak mertua masak! Memang confident tapi &lt;strong&gt;nak2 kalau jadi Telur Berkecai nanti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even before the competition started, D, me, Acit and Amat ditched the party and went exploring. Went to the conjoined Mall beside the hotel and took a lookie around. Not much shops but we found a darn cheap silver shop. D knew i was unsatisfied with the rings we got previously, so we got another pair. MUCH NICER, MUCH CHEAPER! RM 30 for 2. So now we're wearing two rings each on our left ring finger. HAHA gelojoh. After that i accompanied them to smoke outside while waiting for the rest to come back to the bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next stop was AEON Telok Kurau and the place reminded me of Vivo?? Same structure inside and the stores are those branded kind like original ROXY, M.A.C, NIKE, LEVI'S, u get the picture. So D and I didnt get anything for ourselves except for snacks. We wanted to buy our tent for fishing trips but JUSCO was selling it the cheapest @ RM79.90. So ex, i read from blogs supposed to be only RM30 leh?? Maybe thats GIANT and CARREFOUR la...haiz...went to Toys R Us to try our luck, but they only have those kiddy tents with Winnie the Pooh and Tweety. GRR. We also predicted that we're able to get couple shirts for less than RM20 for 2, but we didnt know AEON was 'upscale' so we didnt get shirts either....sigh...if we knew, wouldve gotten our shirts at Kota Tinggi Mall je. So we spent the last of our money on flowers each for both Mummy and Mak @ RM15 each, an almond hand repair lotion from Body Shop for Mummy's second gift @ RM 42 and D got his packets of cigarettes to bring home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kinda bummer we couldnt get some of the things we came for, but D said we will be able to shop again on 7th June when we go Gelang Patah kelong for fishing, coz his friend will be fetching us from immigration in his car and D will ask him to bring us shopping first. YAY YAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bus then went to our last stop, dinner at Tuas' another Dine and Rest but I didnt alight the bus coz i was too tired by then and i helped Mak jaga Ein who was sleeping on his seat so she can go. Sweet darling bought for me a Ramly Burger and a drink coz i didnt alight haha. Then it was back to Singapore and again, the immigration was full. GRR. Oh btw, we saw BJ Kadir and Suhaimi Yusoff at Tuas Checkpoint HAHA. Gedebak gedebuk, I only reached home at 11pm last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mak Abah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334584260020294866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SghAHuLmVNI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Hjl5Og0mU2w/s320/IMG_2257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nek, Tok Ayie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334584787945027522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SghAmc2qd8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/Ypakz1M4CJE/s320/IMG_2256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cha2, Liah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334585492887102738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SghBPe985RI/AAAAAAAAAgo/vCJ48OP06-U/s320/IMG_2252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Amat, Ayul Ein, Acit, Iwan, D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334589451657094178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SghE16iRJCI/AAAAAAAAAhY/6b8o6eAVAHE/s320/PiX004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Those are the only people im close to within the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587881538486690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SghDahY0gaI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ysw7ayUm0ug/s320/kotatinggi+tile2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Girl in pink hairband is Nurul. She used to always sit with D when Nek sells kueh and D sells *ahem ciggs. She has an absolute adorable crush on D! She sat 3 rows of seats in front of us but kept looking back to look at D every few minutes and when D catches her looking, she will blush and smile shyly and look in front, only to turn back to look again soon. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587774380556434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SghDUSMYQJI/AAAAAAAAAhI/91v3Ln38rFo/s320/kotatinggi+tile1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334585991866474146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SghBshz53qI/AAAAAAAAAg4/sy7whZRYcNg/s320/MakB+Tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mak aka. Makcik Kecoh :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that concludes yesterday's trip....Mak says theres another upcoming 5D 4N Cameron/Langkawi trip in June for RM270, but I dunno if im following....&lt;br /&gt;First, how to get clearance from my parents?&lt;br /&gt;Second, how to raise the money and that EXCLUDES shopping coz GST payout is on the 30th.&lt;br /&gt;And third, a one day shopping trip is one thing, but an overnight trip with D's family is another thing entirely.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we'll see.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-5716826755912379400?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5716826755912379400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=5716826755912379400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5716826755912379400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5716826755912379400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/05/kota-tinggi-part-2.html' title='kota tinggi part 2'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SggvqIasrlI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/JFdhX6D_9LQ/s72-c/PiX000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-7795923550262816733</id><published>2009-05-11T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:10:16.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Kota Tinggi part 1</title><content type='html'>Kota Tinggi with D and family was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oh-happy-day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Entry will be broken into two parts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;9th May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before slept at D's house. I was supposed to be at Lakeside 9pm but i was late like always and only reached at 945pm. I thought D was alone, but then got these 2 boys come running towards me haha. D said Ayul and Ein wanted to come along...if i knew i wouldnt be so late :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was at home except Mak coz she went to Kota Tinggi first, this spa resort as a Mother's day gift from D's cousin Cha2, while Mira and her husband An werent home from work yet. At 1030pm Mira and An came home tailed by D's &lt;em&gt;another cousin&lt;/em&gt;, the one we call Kak Pey-ah and her tunang Abg A-im....met them last at ECP.&lt;br /&gt;and it was like a party, everyone started karaoke-ing. YES IT WAS 11 AT NIGHT. At 1145pm Mak came home with fried mamak noodles for everyone. And we all laughed and ate and sang til &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;130am.&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. Then Kak Pey-ah and Abg A-im went home and everyone got ready to sleep coz we needed to wake up at 5am to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went into their rooms and D ate dinner with me first, and then he told me to sleep in his room with him and Ayul and Ein eh! It's a bunk bed so Ayul and Ein was sleeping on top while D slept below. I PROTESTED CAN. SIAO, ill get an earful from Mak and Abah sia when they wake up and see me sleeping on the same bed with D. D said no, his exes lived with them before and all of them slept with him and his parents never did comment. &lt;u&gt;But i shall not be like his exes,&lt;/u&gt; and we kinda fought a lil but in the end i won and i slept on the living room sofa, accompanied by Ayul and Ein on the floor coz they claimed the weather was hot HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained twice throughout the whole night. Once at 230am and again at 450am. I knew coz i didnt sleep much. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;At 445am i went into D's room to wake him up but HE WONT WAKE UP. Its like ECP all over again!! I was pestering him til 5am when his mum woke up and then i gave up. So i just asked D for a towel and bathed first. The bloody boy woke up at 615am can? He was the last to wake up in the house. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family left home at 630am, but Mira and An couldnt follow coz their leave request werent approved..took the bus to Boon Lay Shopping Centre and waited for all of D's cousins to arrive. 21 people. Ohjoy i got to meet more makciks, pakciks and cousins and neneks from Mak's side...there were 3 buses on the same package but we managed to secure 21 seats on the same bus for our family. At about 8am only then the bus came, this Cuti-cuti Malaysia bus and we started the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th May and pictures--&gt; next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-7795923550262816733?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7795923550262816733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=7795923550262816733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7795923550262816733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7795923550262816733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/05/kota-tinggi-part-1.html' title='Kota Tinggi part 1'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-6543618434876027208</id><published>2009-05-08T12:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:36:24.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>raffles and then novena</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;im walking on sunshine**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333313816394683554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SgO8qK3jVKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/XQhiCoFjI-o/s320/7MayTile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The Brownies&lt;/span&gt; met yesterday coz I have a medical check up for MOE at Raffles Hospital Bugis and he accompanied. Becoz of the swine flu, we had to fill up a questionnaire and stand in a box to have our temperature taken by a temperature camera? Yes, i know its crucial at this point...but im getting tired of it ever since the SARS period. Even at work everyday, I have to take my temperature before wearing my uniform..its getting annoying really. But boo-hoo ignore this whinny ninny coz i do salute Singapore's aggression towards preventing a flu outbreak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was really crowded at the 24-Hour Clinic and the receptionist predicted the whole check up would take about 3 hours excluding waiting time. And we went WHAT. But we waited for about 45mins, and realised there are still about 30 people who are waiting to see the doctor before us and blanched.&lt;br /&gt;So i went up to the reception, and told her i have a prior engagement and asked for another appointment time, and she said i can just walk-in anytime and theyll do the check up for me. And handed me my documents back. MY DOCUMENTS WERE IN A HUGE STACK OF OTHER PEOPLE WAITING FOR A FULL BODY CHECK UP AND THAT STACK HAVE NOT EVEN REACHED THE DOCTOR'S ROOM CAN. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So il be going back to Raffles maybe tomorrow to finally get the check up done...il be so bored. Sigh. But after that i'll get to sleep over at D's house yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway after ditching Raffles, we went to Novena and surprised D's sister at work. She works at Lustre and its pretty much a small outlet and she works there alone....must have been pretty lonely. And she gave us a complimentary movie pass for 2 and told us to go catch a movie or something muahaha but we re gonna save it for another day coz we were tied for time....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gedebak degebuk, we were supposed to share dinner but D's nose was acting up as always so he didnt want to eat. Not even one bite from our plate, so i felt really bad about it and stopped eating as well. Both no appetite and we barely touched the food, and we asked for the bill. First came this Indian guy and we told him, "Kira berapa.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He took one look at the plate and went, "Complain ar?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which we responded, "Tak tak, nak tau berapa semua, nak bayar.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He nodded and went to the back and BROUGHT A PLATE OF CUCUMBERS WITH CHILLI SAUCE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I then said, "Huh? No, we want to pay. Money you know? Nak bayar."&lt;br /&gt;D muttered under his breath, "Mak oi pak mat tempe.....kejap lagi ade jugak orang kene tampar" coz he havnt eaten since this morning and hes in a foul mood after sneezing non stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Indian guy looked scared for a moment HAHA and he quickly went to the back and asked another person to attend to us coz i think he doesnt speak neither malay nor english. Thankfully the second guy understood malay so we paid, took the train and went home...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D's mood improved drastically after we left the eating place, I wonder why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND HE STOPPED SNEEZING. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;humph. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-6543618434876027208?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6543618434876027208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=6543618434876027208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6543618434876027208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6543618434876027208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/05/raffles-and-then-novena.html' title='raffles and then novena'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SgO8qK3jVKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/XQhiCoFjI-o/s72-c/7MayTile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-7194882739924495689</id><published>2009-05-04T21:47:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:00:45.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy and Jurong Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sesungguhnya ku bangon kul 8pagi on my off day just to meet my Ahpek hensem coz i havnt met him for 3 weeks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met D at Lakeside at 940am when we agreed to meet at 9am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nie la dier janji mlayu; i reached at 940am, he had been waiting at the control station since 8am. HAHAA. Janji mlayu dari Amoy Cina nie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was drizzling so instead of walking like always, we took a bus to D's home to drop off my bag first....then we continued on to the Tackle Shop at Taman Jurong Market. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHERE I GOT MY NEW ROD AND STUFF.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331969766388827746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sf72QKa6hmI/AAAAAAAAAfg/rsg11pIKzug/s320/rod3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331969964638459890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sf72bs9T1_I/AAAAAAAAAfo/piF_UClI644/s320/reel2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331970079182953970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sf72iXq2HfI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GlnaHYrUaWw/s320/tacklebox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;YES. A &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOT pink&lt;/span&gt; rod and reel spinning combo. &lt;u&gt;Silstar Pinnacle Eye Candy.&lt;/u&gt; *meow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to get a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red rod&lt;/span&gt; but we couldnt find a matching &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red reel&lt;/span&gt; so in the end the salesguy recommended the pink combo coz im a girl and QUOTE: "Kalau dah perempuan tu, tkan lari jauh dari pink jugak!" He said his fiancee is a&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; total barbie girl&lt;/span&gt; as well HAHA. D and I quickly made friends with the salesguy Azli, and he commented that my rod is very popular with GUYS coz its very flexible and light and i got the last piece he has in the shop. WOOHOO. He also gave us a huge discount for everything! I saved more than 30bucks in total can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we got some snacks and went back to D's house where he showed me how to prepare lines beforehand, so that when we arrive to a fishing spot, we just have to snap on the line to the main line and cast out. Save time yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt how to prepare lines pretty darn quickly too! But when i got home to practice, i totally forgot what i learnt! One time i would get the line right, but mess up on the hooks, and then i would try again and manage to tighten the hooks, but the line would look all funny. GRR geram. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that i played Ayul's PSP while D karaoke-d, Abah cooked lunch in the kitchen and E-in dressed to go to school. Played Rapala's Trophies. Yes, a fishing game. MYGOD FISHING FREAK ALERT. But damn fun sia the game...very addictive with the different lures and you steer the boat to find your own fishing spots. HAHA darn, i sound so nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we walked to Sheng Shiong to survey the prawns there for this coming 15th coz D will be buying the bait for us, and i wanted to see what size and type to get....Going to Sembawang Park Jetty yay yay cant wait! Decided on 1kg dead prawns, 6 packs sarong and 1 pack see hum; bait settled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way back, D wanted to show me his old house at Yung Ping Rd. VERY OLD ESTATE, it reminded me of my nenek's house that i so religiously frequent when i was in primary school. Had a few flashbacks, mygod...memory lane....he showed me his former house which by now has been locked up by HDB, the spot where Mira had her first and second weddings....the en bloc statement on the door...it was surreal, it felt like time stood still in that neighbourhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then stopped by Taman Jurong Market again to get me a torchlight but D said the shops are selling it too ex, he got his at the dollar shop and its the exact same model! So burn, we went back to his house....karaoke-d and watched Anugerah 2005 and then i suggested we go Jurong Lake to survey the fishing jetties and D agreed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOOOOO FAR! Sheng Siong from D's house is already like from my house to Limbang Park? This is like, my house to Little Guilin! Well i can see the lake right from D's house but THE FISHING JETTIES are another story. Let's just say, Jurong Lake is quite big afterall ya? My aching feet are a reminder of just how big.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331985601014613778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sf8Ep2_5RxI/AAAAAAAAAf4/BE0Ek9hTNcY/s320/JL9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jetty 1 had about 5 anglers all vying for Tomans coz they were using live keli as bait. Jetty 2 had an old ahpek jigging for i dunno what. But he was using bread as bait, and he had the most peculiar rod. It was like a bamboo pole to hang clothes on, and it didnt have a reel. So basically its like a traditional tree branch fishing rod?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By then it was 530pm and the sun was burning our backs so we walked back to D's house again to get my bag and he sent me to the bustop to catch a bus coz we both couldnt walk no more....hugged and kissed him goodbye and boarded the bus. Get this: I LEFT MY WALLET IN HIS POUCH. Coz i didnt lug my bag around so he kept my wallet for me. So D urgently msged me THRICE but i didnt feel the vibration, but i did manage to intercept his call on the fourth try. I then alighted 3 bustops away and D cycled aka rempit-ed to that bustop to hand me my wallet. When he cycled back home, he said he literally collapsed and asked E-in to massage his feet for him HAHA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331985689808134754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sf8EvBx64mI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Vlr5J7a2Jbg/s320/JL-Tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you're the sweetest sugar and ive got diabetes, god help us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;xoxoxoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-7194882739924495689?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7194882739924495689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=7194882739924495689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7194882739924495689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7194882739924495689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/05/eye-candy-and-jurong-lake.html' title='Eye Candy and Jurong Lake'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sf72QKa6hmI/AAAAAAAAAfg/rsg11pIKzug/s72-c/rod3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-1441215788323508219</id><published>2009-04-29T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:24:15.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>sms-ing</title><content type='html'>Yes we're vulgar, but we're also sweet to each other!&lt;br /&gt;Sms-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Kalau sendiri nak buat, sendiri mahu tanggung lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;D: Tak dapat ar! Wa bukan mcm duda2 lu! Wa ada bini baek punye watpe wa nak carik yang lain! Sendiri mau ingat ar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Yah! Jawapan yang tepat! Anda menang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;D: Yessss! The Rock is in da house! Can you smell what The Rock is cooking??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: The Rock masak belacan ikan tongkol. Raden Kusomo Joyo Pangeran Tengiri nye favourite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;D: Eh siak je! Belacan sensitip eh! Tolong eh B!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Mail! Nasi Pattaya satu, belacan LEBIH WOI! LOADED K! CHANTEEKKKK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;D: Pantat la B! U cekik sendiri tau kalau u order mcm tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Khekhekhekhe! Weak ar orang mlayu tak makan belacan! Laki aku cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;D: Tau tkpe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how beautiful our love is? its totally wacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-1441215788323508219?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1441215788323508219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=1441215788323508219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1441215788323508219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1441215788323508219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/sms-ing.html' title='sms-ing'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-4323191246681326186</id><published>2009-04-26T20:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:12:13.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>Cycle from CCK to Guilin</title><content type='html'>Went on an impromptu cycle today with my littlest sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From our house, we followed the path behind Pioneer JC near the longkang and cycled all the way to CCK Stadium, and then we continued on following the very useful Park Connector from CCK Park to Little Guilin; Bukit Batok Town Park. So in total i think we cycled close to 8km back and forth? Niceeeeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halfway back we ran out of water and i being the RATIONAL ONE, brought $2 with me coz thats &lt;strong&gt;all ive got&lt;/strong&gt; and you know....just in case right? So we stopped somewhere along CCK Ave 4 and found a 7Eleven under a HDB Block. Didnt even know it was there until we passed by it can? And bought a Slurpee coz we cant remember the last time we had one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUCH A STUPID DECISION. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz my bike has an auntie basket at the front right? And i couldnt put the Slurpee in the basket coz it will tip over. So i tried holding on to it and cycling but we didnt get very far before my hands got cold. &lt;em&gt;DUH.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i had a BRILLIANT BEYOND BRILLIANT idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I messily poured the Slurpee into our water bottle near a drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328970712295286658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SfROoPTSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAfE/atg5jehQ5UA/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328970885320816770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SfROyT3yOII/AAAAAAAAAfM/EIxVHFnVg1Y/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eeeee. looks like something i shant mention here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we happily cycled the rest of the way home with our Slurpee intact. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Little Guilin site review on -&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mypinktacklebox.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;www.mypinktacklebox.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-4323191246681326186?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4323191246681326186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=4323191246681326186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4323191246681326186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4323191246681326186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/cycle-from-cck-to-guilin.html' title='Cycle from CCK to Guilin'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SfROoPTSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAfE/atg5jehQ5UA/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-3786004984305620642</id><published>2009-04-20T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:55:06.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the past'/><title type='text'>shore isopods</title><content type='html'>I KNOW THE CORRECT TERM FOR THE NASTY BUGS THAT BIT US AT ECP THAT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE WHITE SMALL THINGIES ARE NOT SANDFLEAS, THEY ARE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHORE ISOPODS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUSINS TO THE FAMOUS SEA SLATER OR SEA COCKROACH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT TIME I SEE U GUYS, IM GOING TO BURN U ALL!&lt;br /&gt;SUCH PARASITES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-3786004984305620642?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3786004984305620642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=3786004984305620642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/3786004984305620642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/3786004984305620642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/shore-isopods.html' title='shore isopods'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-5496052247283549008</id><published>2009-04-19T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:29:56.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Need to take photo at Cisco tmr for my PS Card. Awwmann...tired sia need to travel all the way to Paya Lebar. I predict that my butt will grow sore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-5496052247283549008?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5496052247283549008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=5496052247283549008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5496052247283549008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5496052247283549008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/need-to-take-photo-at-cisco-tmr-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-2756830718893601603</id><published>2009-04-18T21:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:25:59.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><title type='text'>list of future plans</title><content type='html'>So many things, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im worried about my upcoming pay....hopefully its more than 450 coz i made a budget and the least i can scrape through with my &lt;u&gt;upcoming plans plus &lt;strong&gt;basic survival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is that amount. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRR. *fingers crossed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I am officially a FishingKaki member. HAHAHA. Got the green light from ayah to pursue my interest in fishing today; hes going to give me full trust as of today onwards after our looonngggg talk coz i "demand it". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdulilah.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will certainly prove him wrong, i will NOT be brazen and rebellious with the precious freedom im granted. I am smart and i know how to take care of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant wait for the following happenings: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. 7th May: MOE Medical Checkup @ Raffles Hospital Bugis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. 9th May: Sleepover @ D's home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. 10th May: JB Shopping and 5* hotel buffet with D's family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. 7th June: Gelang Patah Kelong Fishing with D and friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. 19th July: Hot Boys Kelong Fishing with D and friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. 27th July: Start of teaching career!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326024054030827154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SenWqJ2xfpI/AAAAAAAAAe8/EbPWPDzkDJk/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you know i love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-2756830718893601603?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2756830718893601603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=2756830718893601603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2756830718893601603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2756830718893601603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/list-of-future-plans.html' title='list of future plans'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SenWqJ2xfpI/AAAAAAAAAe8/EbPWPDzkDJk/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-8799793772808072854</id><published>2009-04-14T18:42:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:13:53.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday Diy.</title><content type='html'>I msged Diyanah about 3 days ago to ask her if she wants to go for the Johor trip with Harv. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said she doesnt have enough money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yesterday i read her blog, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;give you the url oso no use coz its invited readers only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she wrote about her 21st Birthday? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i pm-ed her on MSN, and wished her HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she went, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Diy: "HAHA. Thanks. U know when ornot!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has: "Erk. Not really. I read ur blog and u said its ur bdae so......HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diy: "STUPID, ITS THE DAY YOU MSGED ME TO GO JOHOR LA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Diy: "BITCH."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has: "ARE U SERIOUS?? HAHAHAHAHAA"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diy: "YA LA! I THOT U WERE WISHING ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIAL!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has: "AND U DIDNT THINK TO TELL ME ON THAT DAY SIOL?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Diy: "I shy mah....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHY UR HEAD LA NUR DIYANAH BINTE LUBIS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UR ANYTHING BUT SHY CAN? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;And dont act minah la, you suck at it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324499196008989554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SeRrzvD4A3I/AAAAAAAAAeU/PsK_uEU2tjI/s320/Tinge-0351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324499374006735122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SeRr-GJ2ERI/AAAAAAAAAec/g6EGsX6I65k/s320/Img-0391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324499546764893858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SeRsIJumXqI/AAAAAAAAAek/gszX4k86ens/s320/Tinge-0411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324499854187349442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SeRsaC90xcI/AAAAAAAAAes/i7qnM0YTJ04/s320/Image(2222).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324499944309174626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SeRsfSsisWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/23WJ4N9M8NE/s320/Img-0395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAAHA! I cant put a finger on it, but this pic scares me a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;We've come a long way since Year2 Ngee Ann.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stay being the spoilt little biatch you know you are (and im saying this affectionately &lt;em&gt;DUH.&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-8799793772808072854?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8799793772808072854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=8799793772808072854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/8799793772808072854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/8799793772808072854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-diy.html' title='Happy birthday Diy.'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SeRrzvD4A3I/AAAAAAAAAeU/PsK_uEU2tjI/s72-c/Tinge-0351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-4672133491110737837</id><published>2009-04-13T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:24:01.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><title type='text'>HISHAM TK LEPAS RESERVICE</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAA HHUUUUUUUHUUUUUHUUUUUUUUU HEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAN DAH KATA! HISHAM TAK LEPAS INSPECTION! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;DAH KENE SUSPEND FOR THE 4DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH, SIMPAN LA EKOR TU LAGI. SUKE KENE SUSPEND? HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-4672133491110737837?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4672133491110737837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=4672133491110737837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4672133491110737837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4672133491110737837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/hisham-tk-lepas-reservice.html' title='HISHAM TK LEPAS RESERVICE'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-8701044061730429115</id><published>2009-04-12T21:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:35:39.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><title type='text'>B cut hair.</title><content type='html'>MUAHAHAHA. Went to B's house just now to watch movies with the family and spend time with my lovely coz hes going Tanglin tmr for reservice til 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the movie,&lt;br /&gt;Mak made an observation: "Hisham, besok kau masok, rambut kau panjang tu boleh ke??"&lt;br /&gt;B made an excuse: "Takpela, lagipon orang takde duit ar...."&lt;br /&gt;And Mak made an order: "Kau pegi amik beg Mak, amik duit, bawak E-in skali pegi potong rambut sekarang jugak!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. So i accompanied them to the Hair Saloon at Taman Jurong with Ayul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323806744738270082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SeH2BxD0C4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/kA3TMg-EyBA/s320/Ein+Before+After+Cut.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;before pic: muka stoned but cute.&lt;br /&gt;after pic: muka bogeh but cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323806884315761522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SeH2J5Bri3I/AAAAAAAAAd8/h-5LKcCn-DA/s320/Before+After+Cut.jpg" border="0" /&gt; before pic: apek rambut serabai&lt;br /&gt;after pic: ahbeng kampung ntah.&lt;br /&gt;dont look like theres much difference right? BUT WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323807016009050050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SeH2Rjnzp8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/dckznTg-DKM/s320/Front+Back+Side+Shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Side and back shots!! NICE SPIKES RIGHT! DAMMIT GERAM OK. 8bucks only. And tindik bukak ok, nak kene marah ngan Mak lagi kepe?&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ekor tetap maintain, tak tau nak cakap ape....besok tak lepas inspection memang padan muka laki aku nie tau. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13th, 14th and 16th April fetching him home from Tanglin.....9th May sleeping over at B's house coz on the 10th going to Johor with his family plus extended family for a shopping cum makan trip. The coach leaves at 630am at Boon Lay Place, what do you expect me to do? Mak yang suroh sleepover k so dont look at me like that laaaaa! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-8701044061730429115?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8701044061730429115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=8701044061730429115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/8701044061730429115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/8701044061730429115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/b-cut-hair.html' title='B cut hair.'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SeH2BxD0C4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/kA3TMg-EyBA/s72-c/Ein+Before+After+Cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-1542492200622107112</id><published>2009-04-12T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:41:14.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>How i met B</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i am even more certain, of this its true; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really really love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive never really told anyone how i met B.....and ive never really thanked the one person whom brought us together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of you know Mar and I planned to celebrate our bdaes together overseas last year...and that we ended up going to KL/Genting. Long before that we were looking for ideas of where to go, and well Mar contacted her friend Kid, and he suggested we go to a chalet in Sekupang Batam coz hes familiar with the place. And i was in charge of budget so Mar gave my number to the guy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;26.09.08&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us met up at Harbourfront Centre to get a quotation for a Star Cruises holiday and reconfirm the fee for the Sekupang trip. Kid showed up from work wearing a business suit and looking mighty macho, and i remember thinking he looks very much like Kak Liah's boyfriend whose name ive forgotten....and Mar keeps prodding me and fawning over him coz its been awhile since she has seen Kid and she keeps gushing, "Hensem kan hensem kan...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i knew better than to get close to him coz i know Mar has a thing for him....i remember acting a little aloof and i wasnt my usual chatty self coz i gotta set some boundaries for fear Mar would think im flirting with someone she has a soft spot for right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we went on our separate ways; Kid to meet another client and Mar and me to play some badminton with Ifah, Shiddiq and Ahmad....so all was forgotten....a week after that, Kid started msging me first to ask about the trip and our decision, and suddenly it became a conversation just between us, and it quickly became personal. He would ask me out and i would bring Mar into the picture saying that shes our friend and i think she should come with us that kinda thing? Til one day he retorted, "What, you cant go anywhere without Mar shadowing you isit. I'm sincere in taking you out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i stated the obvious; Cant u see Mar has a soft spot for you? And as her friend, i dont think its wise for me to contact you like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;and we stopped contacting each other just like that.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in January 09, I was going through a rough patch with Ayubi and we broke up....we still had hopes of a reconcilliation but out of the blue Kid msged me after such a long hiatus. And maybe coz i was lonely or i was trying to get back at Ayubi or SOMETHING, I defied my good conscience and msged back....and hmm it was...convenient? That Mar and him have stopped contacting each other....and ive been hooked ever since....and on the 30th Jan we made it official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate indeed works in mysterious ways......it wouldnt have even flitted in my mind that day in '08 that Mar's friend would be on the other side of this rope im pulling in this game of tug of war/love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mardiah...if ur reading this....thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-1542492200622107112?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1542492200622107112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=1542492200622107112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1542492200622107112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1542492200622107112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-i-met-b.html' title='How i met B'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-1701475011468991545</id><published>2009-04-10T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:10:20.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Sentosa fishing with Rain</title><content type='html'>Was supposed to meet B and his friend Man at Sentosa today to do a little fishing.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i worked from 8pm-6am so i thought ok, ill wake up at 11am and make my way down coz i have to be home by 730pm tonight. I didnt think i would be sleepy even though its only 4hours of sleep coz i thot i was some wondergrl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went home, slept....and fricking woke up at 330pm. B msged me thrice asking whether im coming ornot but it didnt wake me up. Msged him when i woke up, and theyre still at Sentosa and its raining heavily SO PADAN MUKA KORANG BASAH KUYUP. Theyre waiting for the rain to stop at the Underwater World bustop right now as im typing this out. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man bought 2kilos of prawns and &lt;u&gt;thats alot of bait&lt;/u&gt;, but its raining and Man is working night shift tonight so i think burn ar....&lt;br /&gt;maybe they can split the prawns and bring them home for steamboat with their families tonight. Good idea, good idea hahaa. Nevertheless B told me at least they caught something during their short stint; within the 3 hours they were there, B got a teeny weeny fish that he doesnt know the name of, and Man got 2 fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAH LA KORANG, BALIK SUDAH......! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow - B's family is going on a holiday but he cant follow coz he has reservice from the 13th to the 16th. So im going over to help iron his uniform for him on Sunday. SO BABY RIGHT! GRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-1701475011468991545?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1701475011468991545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=1701475011468991545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1701475011468991545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1701475011468991545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentosa-fishing-with-rain.html' title='Sentosa fishing with Rain'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-1005905922592021269</id><published>2009-04-09T13:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:14:19.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>cik rosli's mum....prayer for her.</title><content type='html'>self-loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sd2PGISyXrI/AAAAAAAAAds/pf8IxuJsYAQ/s1600-h/nachiatile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322567670090063538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sd2PGISyXrI/AAAAAAAAAds/pf8IxuJsYAQ/s320/nachiatile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ur some kind of wonderful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;just got B's msg. His uncle Cik Rosli's mum had just been warded into Tan Tock Seng for a brain tumor and it doesnt look good.... he asked me to accompany the family to visit later, but where got such thing. This is a closed family affair seh, hello? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But nevertheless, heres a prayer for her. Amin.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-1005905922592021269?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1005905922592021269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=1005905922592021269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1005905922592021269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1005905922592021269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/cik-roslis-mumprayer-for-her.html' title='cik rosli&apos;s mum....prayer for her.'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sd2PGISyXrI/AAAAAAAAAds/pf8IxuJsYAQ/s72-c/nachiatile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-365718950000416702</id><published>2009-04-08T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:58:54.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>birdie joke.</title><content type='html'>Once, there was this guy at the beach, so he decided to sun tan naked, covering his private with a newspaper. After awhile, a girl came over and asked him, " Sir, whats under this newspaper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy said:" Its a little birdie which you shouldnt touch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the girl went off and the guy soon fell asleep, but when he woke up, he was in extreme pain at his groin and he called the abulance.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor asked him what happened, but he couldnt remember much except for the little girl, so the police decide to find the little girl and question her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They manage to find her at the beach, so they asked her what she did to the man, the girl smiled and said : "I was playing with this bird under the newspaper, suddenly it spat white stuff at me, i got so pissed that i twisted the bird's neck, broke its eggs, and burned its nest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. PWNED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-365718950000416702?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/365718950000416702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=365718950000416702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/365718950000416702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/365718950000416702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/birdie-joke.html' title='birdie joke.'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-1668812485553491372</id><published>2009-04-08T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:06:52.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdxM5Ap-xaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Wl0ncWutnEg/s1600-h/rainbow_1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322213401957418402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdxM5Ap-xaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Wl0ncWutnEg/s400/rainbow_1600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to cut through the tension from the previous post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-1668812485553491372?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1668812485553491372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=1668812485553491372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1668812485553491372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1668812485553491372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/rainbow.html' title='rainbow'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdxM5Ap-xaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Wl0ncWutnEg/s72-c/rainbow_1600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-5000180327687860736</id><published>2009-04-08T14:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:02:08.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>GRIEVANCES</title><content type='html'>just allow me to let out some steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PARENTS ARE ASKING FOR MONEY TO PAY THE HOUSE BILLS WHEN BOTH OF THEM ARE WORKING. DOESNT MATTER TO THEM THAT IM WORKING PART TIME AND I DONT HAVE ENOUGH TO GO TO WORK AND GO OUT WITH MY FRIENDS AS IT IS, AND EACH MONTH MY INSURANCE TAKES OUT 1/4 OF MY PAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"ITU KEIMANAN KAU DAH TERUK TU, KALAU KAU SEDAR, KAU KASI MAK BAPAK KAU DUIT, EVEN IF U HAVE TO BRING BEKAL TO WORK."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MONTH PAY = 450&lt;br /&gt;$5 EACH DAY FOR WORK FOR ONE MONTH = +-120&lt;br /&gt;TRANSPORT = 30&lt;br /&gt;INSURANCE = 178&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MUCH IS LEFT TO GIVE SIA. AND U EXPECT ME TO SAVE MONEY AND GIVE U MONEY TOO. AND IF I GO OUT WITH MY FRIENDS, U EXPECT ME TO PAY IN STONES ISIT. I TOLD U I WILL GIVE MONEY WHEN I HAVE IT, WHEN I HAVE EXTRA OR WHEN I START MY FULL TIME JOB IN JULY BUT NO, THEY FUCKING DEMAND IT. WHAT ABOUT LAST WEEK WHEN I TREATED THE FAMILY TO SIAM KITCHEN HUH. U THINK I FOUND THE MONEY ON THE FLOOR ISIT, I TOOK OUT MONEY FROM MY MONTHLY WORK ALLOWANCE HOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK SIA. NONSENSE. MY MOM GETS MORE PAY THAN ME AND SHE CONTRIBUTES TO THE BILLS AND MY DAD GOES TO WORK WHENEVER HE LIKES. WTF. SERVANT AT MY OWN HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY FATHER CALLS B AND HIS FAMILY SO MANY NAMES BCOZ OF THEIR WAY OF LIFE. MY FATHER MAY HAVE ATTAINED A HIGH UNDERSTANDING OF ISLAM BUT &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE IS NOT GOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; HE DOES NOT HAVE THE PERMISSION TO LABEL PEOPLE. PEOPLE HE HASNT EVEN MET MUCH LESS HAD THE CHANCE TO TALK TO. &lt;div&gt;MY FATHER. &lt;/div&gt;WHAT RIGHT DOES HE HAVE TO THINK HES DOING A GOOD JOB AS A FATHER. JUST BCOZ WE DONT SAY OUT OUR GRIEVANCES DOESNT MEAN THERE ARENT ANY. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THERE ARE ALOT, DAD.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-5000180327687860736?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5000180327687860736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=5000180327687860736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5000180327687860736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5000180327687860736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/grievances.html' title='GRIEVANCES'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-8072413698921688223</id><published>2009-04-04T23:28:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:50:01.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>B's BDAE!</title><content type='html'>Right now i have 5 darned blisters on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each on the back of the foot, each on the side of my pinkie toe, one on my left foot pad.&lt;br /&gt;damn those shoes. and they werent even new!&lt;br /&gt;but at least it made me a little taller and look more matured today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COZ ITS B's BDAE YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;so its worth the sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left home at 1130 to rush down to Lot1 and get a last minute 2nd present for him.&lt;br /&gt;coz i had money to buy only one cheapskate thing before my pay gets credited on the 4th itself so i had to buy his 2nd gift before meeting him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B fetched me from Lakeside and i gave him his presents while walking to his house....hes grown so thin coz hes been down with fever and flu and its worrisome...the sickness goes on and off and i happened to read similar symptoms to TB....ew omgosh *touch wood!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At B's house the whole family ate a breakfast of bread with beefsteak and chicken curry, and then we karaoke-ed for a lil while....then when everyone went on to get ready for the party, B quietly opened his presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320865580492294402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdeDDebYiQI/AAAAAAAAAcc/iJOJSz26V38/s320/block3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Khekhe. He lost his favourite police shades at JB so i bought him new ones, and his wallet has grown so old! Said he loved his presents and appreciated the thoughtfulness. Yay! Score 1 for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then like any other kid, his nephew naturally snatched the shades and began to posing maut. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320867688331774802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdeE-Kvei1I/AAAAAAAAAck/bS_Wgj63r-4/s320/E-in.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS E-IN THE BOY WHO WOULDNT TAKE A PICTURE WITH ME THE FIRST TIME I CAME TO THE HOUSE. But he did today so score 2 for me!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320869021624087922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdeGLxpItXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/FsmvDb0e-b8/s320/block7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dammit. Its blur. Ohwells. Then at 430 we left for Telok Blangah, cabbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320869639565223234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdeGvvpyJUI/AAAAAAAAAc0/GiH14GLbZcY/s320/block1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats Ayul, B's little brother with E-in. DAMN CUTE RIGHT THE DWARF. FEEL LIKE SQUEEZING HIM. Hes the shortest in his PAP class HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing is, the party was organised by B's brother-in-law's family and I expected to feel like an extra there right? I mean, IVE NEVER TALKED TO B's BRO-IN LAW yet even though ive seen him at home and at ECP the other time. So i expected it to be real awkward and&lt;em&gt; it simply is.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt even have the guts to enter the RC room to salam all the Makciks! I just stood outside like a retard and i have permission to do so coz im an extra kan? But i applaud B coz once he salam-ed all the makciks in the RC, he joined me outside and smoked, and he never went back into the room. He said he doesnt know anyone in there either HAHA. Same boat same boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we just sat at the benches outside the RC with the Ahpeks and Ahumms and minded our own business. Ayul came out a couple of times to give us a plate of food and some dessert jelly and thats it. HAHA. Total anti-social. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 630 B and i asked permission from Mak to leave early coz B said he needed to shit real bad but he didnt want to do it outside. So we totally ditched the party and erm....went to Vivo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, that boy will drive me NUTS. Said he needed to shit, but then suggested we go Vivo. And when we got to Vivo, he decided he didnt need to shit afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked around a little bit and had dinner at Banquet Harbourfront Centre. I had to reach home by 1030pm so we left after that and walked to the next bustop since both our buses pass by there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320878671097040274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdeO9cuxDZI/AAAAAAAAAdE/2OcedDuhNyM/s400/kidhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's brown this time. Haha. HAPPY 23RD BABY DEAREST! MUACKS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-8072413698921688223?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8072413698921688223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=8072413698921688223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/8072413698921688223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/8072413698921688223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/bs-bdae.html' title='B&apos;s BDAE!'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdeDDebYiQI/AAAAAAAAAcc/iJOJSz26V38/s72-c/block3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-6067407381668558298</id><published>2009-04-03T22:36:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:03:05.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Salivation</title><content type='html'>over the years i have salivated at pictures of these yummies and listened in envy the recounts of people who &lt;em&gt;HAVE&lt;/em&gt; had the opportunity to experience such delicacies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could have gone in search for them to satisfy this craving of epic propotions accumulated over the years, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but chances are ill be broke, or it wont be halal or its too far and i havnt got transport money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SURE GOT SOMETHING WAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So since we all fwen fwen right, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;join me in my salvation. I mean salivation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escargots. (with butter herb) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320476352127368194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdYhDZxq_AI/AAAAAAAAAbE/TlLCZoLSeco/s320/escargots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Patt-ied Burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320476512584233938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdYhMvhkc9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/KVNdUa_ASME/s320/Fat+Patty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korean Hotdog with Fries on a Stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320476589925118466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdYhRPpEsgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Az--23Md9Go/s320/hot_dog_and_fries_on_a_stick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JajangMyun. (ULTIMATE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320476733766046194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdYhZnfbEfI/AAAAAAAAAbc/zbjY6khHayU/s320/jajangmyun.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Octopus. (Sadistic i know. Sorry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320476794117636242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdYhdIUXQJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Cno-vXh56RY/s320/live+octopus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raw Oysters. (lemon and tabasco, please)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320476869705370466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdYhhh54i2I/AAAAAAAAAbs/JwwuHYQhy-o/s320/raw+oyster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean Spicy Rice Cakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320477057332062850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdYhsc3kqoI/AAAAAAAAAb0/TVJqNRpesUw/s320/rice+cakes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice Dumplings (Double yolk can?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320477677574885538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdYiQjc_EKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/rdAM6_dcDeY/s320/Rice+Dumpling.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shellfish. (Dunno what, but have seen it at East Coast seafood hawkers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320477824630832882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdYiZHR2vvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/wQjwroKos8E/s320/shellfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Squid Ink Pasta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320477946320262994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdYigMm4F1I/AAAAAAAAAcM/DrZt7ReWSlA/s320/Squidink_Pasta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Urchin and Roe Rice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320477999538249394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdYijS3CHrI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ha7nnagtJpg/s320/urchin+and+roe+rice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before i die. Sure will have to go find wan. Before i die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-6067407381668558298?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6067407381668558298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=6067407381668558298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6067407381668558298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6067407381668558298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/salivation.html' title='Salivation'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdYhDZxq_AI/AAAAAAAAAbE/TlLCZoLSeco/s72-c/escargots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-8878843110834478935</id><published>2009-04-03T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:31:38.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><title type='text'>moving out.</title><content type='html'>its liberating.....the life-changing decision i have come to.&lt;br /&gt;coz its the first step to a whole new me.&lt;br /&gt;barging through a world not neccessarily new, but relatively unexplored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the naive little girl residing in me still insists its scary to face the music.&lt;br /&gt;all i need is lion's courage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-8878843110834478935?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8878843110834478935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=8878843110834478935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/8878843110834478935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/8878843110834478935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/moving-out.html' title='moving out.'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-5158600306042617197</id><published>2009-04-02T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:15:03.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><title type='text'>articulation</title><content type='html'>i went to my previous blog just coz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neira-blessedheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.neira-blessedheart.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went, gosh. i used to be so articulate. Well, better than how i am now definitely.&lt;br /&gt;And there was that sinking feeling and in 3rd person i thought,&lt;br /&gt;"thats the Hasinah who graduated from Mass Comm in Ngee Ann."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i realise in several instances presently, i cant find &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;word to describe a particular situation or emotion. Just yesterday when i was sending out an email for Eve my manager, the word i was looking for was standing tippy-toe-like on the tip of my tongue and it insisted on staying there like a naughty child so i settled for a less satisfying word.&lt;br /&gt;ITS DARN FRUSTRATING TO BE IN SUCH A POSITION! ARGH. &lt;br /&gt;soon, ill begin to talk like Paula Abdul on American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-5158600306042617197?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5158600306042617197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=5158600306042617197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5158600306042617197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5158600306042617197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/articulation.html' title='articulation'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-5330111595662821481</id><published>2009-03-31T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:12:29.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>my fav eyeliner</title><content type='html'>yesterday while touching up on my make up, B borrowed my fav eyeliner to prove a point.&lt;br /&gt;a very superficial point that i shant elaborate on.&lt;br /&gt;he said he used to always wear eyeliner when he goes out in the past&lt;br /&gt;and that its one of our Nabi's 'way of life'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agaknye 'gian' dier datang alik, he asked me if he can keep my eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;but it was 730 in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;and i think i didnt catch that.&lt;br /&gt;so i might have nodded coz i couldnt hear his request very well and didnt want him to repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now i was getting ready to go to the pasar malam at Yew Tee with my lil sister.&lt;br /&gt;and i couldnt find my fav eyeliner and started panicking.&lt;br /&gt;so i msged him but he was alseep that lazy pig.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to settle for my second best; silkygirl eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just now he woke up and went,&lt;br /&gt;"u gave me ur eyeliner when i asked if i could keep it what, have u forgotten b?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UH-OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn. Have to buy a new one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-5330111595662821481?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5330111595662821481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=5330111595662821481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5330111595662821481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5330111595662821481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-fav-eyeliner.html' title='my fav eyeliner'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-7221505365926965935</id><published>2009-03-31T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:29:29.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><title type='text'>2nd month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First ever pic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319274779124161666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdHcOphj3II/AAAAAAAAAa8/u9QaCrfeDuo/s320/Sweet+Couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday. Happy 2nd month-sary, love. Apek and Amoy worrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319270389869540594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdHYPKRtdPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/tIF83bvU2e4/s320/Hoovers1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, we re guilty of color-coding everytime we go out together. We were at Novena 7eleven and an old auntie came up to B and asked for the time in Hokkien and he replied back in Hokkien.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the auntie was like, "Lu cina atau melayu?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And B said, "Wa melayu la auntie..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Wah! Lu pandai cakap hokkien wor!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Shhhh! Alamak auntie, takmo bilang orang wa pandai laa!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dah kesian auntie tu jalan terkekek kekek. HAHA. B memang, kacau orang selalu! And the darnest thing was, yesterday on TV2 they were showing Seniman Bujang Lapok, and B memorised every P. Ramlee movie right? So there he was reciting every word of the script, and his favourite part came,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Jaga Cik Salmah, hah....jaga, jaga! Hah, kan dah jatuh!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Kenapa awak asyik kacau kite? Asyik kite balik keje je, awak ade, asyik kite balik keje je, awak ade."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Pasal saya sukakan awak, Cik Salmah!" Aiseymann...he said that with such flourish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B's going for his IPPT and shooting course this 13th to the 16th at Tanglin. Chances are he'll have to bunk in camp coz the timing states from 0830 til 2359 for those 3 days. Insya-allah will fetch him home on the 16th...Silly boy wants to be 'defiant' coz its only 3 days, so hes keeping his sparse goatee and long hair to spite the officers. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm....should i give his bdae present in front of the family on the 4th itself, or wait till we have our private celebration at Sentosa on the 10th? What do you think.................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Decisions decisions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-7221505365926965935?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7221505365926965935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=7221505365926965935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7221505365926965935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7221505365926965935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday.html' title='2nd month'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SdHcOphj3II/AAAAAAAAAa8/u9QaCrfeDuo/s72-c/Sweet+Couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-720470923137467514</id><published>2009-03-29T15:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:25:05.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Reply to Suzy - MOE</title><content type='html'>To Suzy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there, thanks for visiting :) For myself, i got an sms from MOE telling me to check my letterbox for &lt;strong&gt;the interview letter&lt;/strong&gt; which arrived about 2 days after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the interview, and waited for about 4-7 weeks before they sent me &lt;strong&gt;the appointment letter&lt;/strong&gt; dated 13 March but which i received on the 23rd March (probably coz my letterbox has been vandalised by some delinquent teenagers) and told me to attend the briefing if i accept their offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the briefing, they will give you the original copy of the appointment letter and most of us whom have already decided to accept the offer, will sign the letter after the briefing when we have a one-to-one session with the recruiting organization Vital.org. Those unsure are given about 1 and a half weeks from the briefing date to decide whether to accept or not, after which they would have to return the signed copy to MOE office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, have to clear the medical check up before the contract becomes valid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that helps! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-720470923137467514?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/720470923137467514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=720470923137467514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/720470923137467514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/720470923137467514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-suzy-hi-there-thanks-for-visiting.html' title='Reply to Suzy - MOE'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-6195913602971737154</id><published>2009-03-28T12:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:48:16.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>1 litre of tears</title><content type='html'>The person who uploaded Only You stopped at Episode 9 only! GRRR. So i stopped short there and continued on to another drama, a Jap one this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Litre of Tears / 1 Litre no Namida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true story based on the diary of 15-year old Aya Kito, who has Spinocerebellar Atrophy and died at the age of 25. She wrote this diary until she couldnt lift up a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plot summary from Wikipedia: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aya Kito was diagnosed with a disease called Spinocerebellar Atrophy when she was 15 years old. The disease causes the person to lose control over their body, but because the person can retain all mental ability the disease acts as a prison. Aya discovers this disastrous news as the disease has already developed. There is no cure.&lt;br /&gt;Through family, medical examinations and rehabilitations, and finally succumbing to the disease, Aya must cope with the disease and live on with life until her death at the age of 25.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The late Aya Kito @ 15 years old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318094771890881154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sc2rBMBrAoI/AAAAAAAAAak/eYUWJnghSWo/s320/aya+kito.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Aya Ikeuchi played by Erika Sawajiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318095229081177458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sc2rbzMVTXI/AAAAAAAAAas/YMJ2pzFXBQ8/s320/aya+ike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The version in Youtube and im watching the episodes uploaded by Elina88xxx, includes real pictures of the late Aya when she was a baby right up to when she was in hospital when the credits roll at the end of each episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared to cry buckets of tears, not just 1 litre. Such a sad story......and Erika, the grl acting as Aya in the drama did an excellent job. And shes real pretty too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-6195913602971737154?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6195913602971737154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=6195913602971737154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6195913602971737154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6195913602971737154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-litre-of-tears.html' title='1 litre of tears'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sc2rBMBrAoI/AAAAAAAAAak/eYUWJnghSWo/s72-c/aya+kito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-490297473682737508</id><published>2009-03-25T12:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:14:32.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>moe briefing</title><content type='html'>Had my briefing at MOE this morning. Accepted the appointment, medical check up on the 7th May and getting my PS Card soon. Had to join the morning work crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316972082075035378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Scmt8CjAZvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/0W_4ZOvS9t0/s320/Sardines2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316972370059566834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/ScmuMzX3nvI/AAAAAAAAAac/GGXy91AQJCY/s320/sardines.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iyyeaaa. Guess ill never get used to waking up early and elbowing my way into the squeezy smelly train. Why did God have to create rush hours?? Good Grief. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-490297473682737508?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/490297473682737508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=490297473682737508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/490297473682737508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/490297473682737508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/moe-briefing.html' title='moe briefing'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Scmt8CjAZvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/0W_4ZOvS9t0/s72-c/Sardines2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-4845279777846083416</id><published>2009-03-23T15:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:49:08.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>shock-eth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/ScdAjN-ULkI/AAAAAAAAAaM/1cSM37k2jHM/s1600-h/Sick%40home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316288858924789314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/ScdAjN-ULkI/AAAAAAAAAaM/1cSM37k2jHM/s320/Sick%40home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afternoon all! And i have decided to go for the MOE job :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, got that out of the way. Yesterday night Mak called to discuss about B's bdae celebration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mira ajak abang dier celebrate bdae ngan laki dier nye adik2....tapi Hisham kata Has ngan dier dah plan nak keluar on his bdae..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halermak this boy, make me malu only!! I already agreed with him that we just follow the bdae celebration at Telok Blangah CC with his family whattttt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lahhhh Hisham nie pon satu....actually kite memang dah ade plan, tapi tkpe Has ngan Hisham boleh celebrate bdae dier lain hari...." Malu malu malu den! Akan ku putuskan telinga matair aku nie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i msged B and after yelling (affectionately) at him, he claimed that upon returning from JB, he got sick... (as you can see from the above pic i snapped while he was stoning) so he told me to come over to his house and pamper him like the big baby he knows he is. HE CLAIMS HES ALONE TMR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning i went over and stepped into his house, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and was greeted by Mak and Abah, his brother-in-law and nephew. MAKE ME MALU FOR THE SECOND TIME! THANKS EH B!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got over my embarrassment quite fast and we karaoke-d and watched malay movies. Then i helped to get the nephew E-in ready for school....and i asked him to take a picture with me on my handphone BUT HE DOWAN AND KEPT RUNNING AWAY. Then Mak whipped out her camera and took a picture of him in uniform a few times, then asked him to take a picture with me THEN HE WANT. WAHLAOOOO. So i dont have a pic to post just like the ECP gathering coz its in Mak's cameraaaaa! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mak cook curry fish head SOO NICE. Me who doesnt eat fish ate it lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 2plus while watching Aku Kaya the Movie, B started dozing so i marched him to bed and then took my leave....went to Lot1 library before going home and now im going to watch the Korean Drama im currently hooked on - Only You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;ONNNNNLLLLYYYYYY YYYYOOOOOOUUUUUUUU!! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-4845279777846083416?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4845279777846083416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=4845279777846083416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4845279777846083416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4845279777846083416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/shock-eth.html' title='shock-eth'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/ScdAjN-ULkI/AAAAAAAAAaM/1cSM37k2jHM/s72-c/Sick%40home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-4510438900875430660</id><published>2009-03-20T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:48:09.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><title type='text'>MOE or NParks</title><content type='html'>Went home from work just now and mummy was damn excited. About what?&lt;br /&gt;MOE OFFERED ME A JOB. Remember the Diploma in Teaching? The sucky interview? Well in a twist of fate, they offered me a job as an untrained teacher for a year and a half, then ill be evaluated and if i do well, theyll offer me the Diploma course in NIE. How cool is that? And ill get PAID! :)) More than being a Cheers Asst. Manager summore! Have to attend a briefing on 25th if i accept the appointment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im hesitant. A year and a half contract...isnt that a bit long? And ill be a teacher even before getting any sort of training...how do i deal with the parents, the senior teachers, the principals? How do i know if im teaching it right? And how about the NParks Board job? What if im selected for a 2nd interview? What if the job pays better and the work is something i would enjoy even more? AAHHHHH DECISIONS DECISIONS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-4510438900875430660?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4510438900875430660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=4510438900875430660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4510438900875430660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4510438900875430660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/went-home-from-work-just-now-and-mummy.html' title='MOE or NParks'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-92803010223944254</id><published>2009-03-20T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:21:58.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Johor and Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Just came home from a job interview at NParks HQ @ The Botanic Gardens. Whhoooooo if i get the job so cool, ill be surrounded by greenery 5days a week, 9 hours a day. Heh. Going to work at 1pm later so i gotta make this quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday my whole family went for an impromptu holiday at Johor. Right after work that night @1030pm we left Singapore and made our way to my Aunt's weekend house at Setia Tropika, Areca Gardens. Nice house, nice neighbourhood.....very modern feel. But Malaysia will still be Malaysia; the water stopped running a few times and my poor sister couldnt bathe in the morning and had to wait till the water supply replenishes itself. Ayah says the house shares a water source with the next-door neighbour so &lt;em&gt;when they bathe&lt;/em&gt;, we have to wait. Doh. And everytime it rains, the front driveway gets a little flooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping at Carrefour, Giant, Pandan City, Kukup.....nothing much to shop also, but i got a pair of shoes, a bottle of perfume named Laura (HAHA), a self-named personalized badge and lots of chewing gum and sweets. B asked if i could, to buy for him cigarettes if i cant then forget it. But i couldnt....coz the money wasnt with me and Ayah is a stickler for rules and he says its against the law to bring in cigarettes. So i got him and his adik Ayul and his anak sedara E-in chewing gum instead. Dont smoke, chew it! (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went to the Johor Zoo as well, and that was a waste....it was RM2 for adults, RM1 for kids and the zoo is so small that we finished walking in 20mins. But they have really cute elephants there, coz the elephants kept dancing and swaying their heads and tails like theyre in some kinda trance.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thursday at 6pm we went for a car wash for only RM10! So cheap and they did a very good job too. Ayah shouldve given them a tip for a job well done but he didnt humph. Then we made our way past the causeway and poked our heads through our front door at 830pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msged B and while &lt;em&gt;we are coming home from JB&lt;/em&gt;, he was &lt;em&gt;on his way to JB. &lt;/em&gt;Doh. Till now he havnt msg me...he mustve slept quite late so hes still in bed till now that sleepy pig.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the 4th April,  B's birthday! Theyre making it a family affair @ Telok Blangah RC coz they celebrating his bdae, as well as his brother in law's brothers bdaes as well. So 3 bdae boys, on the 1st, the 4th, and the 5th. But celebrating on the 4th. Cant wait! Thinking of what to buy for B on top of the birthday trip to Underwater World.......Wheeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-92803010223944254?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/92803010223944254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=92803010223944254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/92803010223944254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/92803010223944254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/johor-and-birthdays.html' title='Johor and Birthdays'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-651802863986182417</id><published>2009-03-16T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:39:57.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>ECP gathering</title><content type='html'>How do i even begin the wonderful re-enactment of yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry about the lack of photos, i didnt bring a camera with me but B's mum took some photos and im not sure if i can get my hands on them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the house at 3pm, wanted to get my prawns and KFC from Bedok but i didnt know where to go, so i bought them at Lot1 instead. Took the overly crowded MRT to Bedok (sch hols duhh) and then planned to cab to ECP. KFC AND SHENG SIONG WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE TAXI STAND so i felt very stupid coz the chicken was already cold and i think the prawns werent very fresh after that? GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cab fare came up to $5.40 when i stopped in front of Burger King at 5pm and the uncle was really patient and amiable throughout the whole ride so happy points there. B said he pitched the 6 tents &lt;em&gt;right in front&lt;/em&gt; of Burger King and thank god i wore contacts so I CAN SEE. But ECP was &lt;strong&gt;congested&lt;/strong&gt; with tents so I was a lil apprehensive. I walked through the front door of BK and out, and my eye caught the hustle and bustle of one particular cluster of tents before me. I somehow knew it was B's family's tents but I couldnt spot him anywhere and i knew i cant just walk up to the tents like some big fcuk right? And both of B's handphones exhausted their battery life long before then so i can't call him to fetch me to the tents. So yea this idiot (me) went walking to the pay-20cents toilet 1km away and back in hopes her bf will magically appear. AND HE DID. As I cautiously made my way towards the tents in front of BK, this blackened and reddened guy in singlets and shorts and wet hair came out from the crowd when he spotted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA B GOT SUNBURNED AGAIN. But thank god he spotted me first or i would have just walked past him. Salam-ed all the women in his family, ok lets see if i got this right: Mak, Cik Yah, Cik Jah, 'Kak Pey-ah", Mira, Nenek, Makcik Jauh dari Tampines and the one more Mak Cik who acted in Nenekku SuperSpy. Nodded to the 9 males there, and ruffled the hair of the 6 kids running around. SO MANY PEOPLE, SO SHY! But quickly they made me feel welcomed and kept asking me to eat. B and I sat down and ate our KFC first, donating bits and pieces to the kids. After that B went to swim with his cousins and the little kids tailed behind him like hes some father figure. That made me laugh HAHA. I realise the kids and teenagers are really close to him and they kept asking him to join them. "Abg Is! Abg Is! Sini!" xD&lt;br /&gt;I didnt bring any extra clothes to swim in so i couldnt, and i didnt want to wear shorts in front of his family! So I promised B i will swim with him later on at night if he lends me his extra clothes and he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time i played sandcastles with the two littlest boys E-in and Mamat and they got excited about EVERYTHING and tried to step on each other's sandcastle. So cute laa HAHA. And all this time, B had already set up his fishing rods but the fishes didnt bite that day :( B says the fishes at ECP has migrated to Changi. Then the BBQ started and B manned the makeshift pit with his belo friend. This friend is a friend of a friend of his, and he had only known the guy for one day, which is on Friday the first day he staked out at ECP. I thought they were very close friends from the way they talk cock, but when the guy left @ 1am to go home, B told me he didnt like the guy very much and he thinks the guy talks funny. Like funny spastic. Coz the guy looks selenge too with his crooked teeth. And he found the guy annoying hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy with B manning the pit, i couldnt do much so i accompanied him and fed him food. And then his kakak sedara came with her bf and the bf took over the pit. Then B told me to change and swim with him, so i did coz i promised right? B lent me his red soccer shirt and the shorts he was wearing so he ended up with his SINGLET AND BOXERS and the silly boy wasnt shy or wat summore. Dammit shouldnt have promised, the water damn cold can? And there were little white bug things on the water surface that bit. B says its ulat air? I googled and i think they were small white sandfleas. Curse on them, their bites damn painful. I got 5 small red bites from them, 2 on my arms, 3 on my legs. B got bitten more coz everytime he casts the rods into the sea, he will do so BAREFOOT and his foot will skim the water edge where most of the bugs were washed up from the sea. Eeyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then it was about 12am and we were hungry so we got something to eat. The whole frigging day, B didnt even have to touch his own food coz i fed him EVERY SINGLE TIME. He kept reasoning that his hands are dirty bcoz of the fishing bait. Fishing bait my arse ar, kalau dah mcm baby tu, baby selalu tau tak. We had rice cakes with sotong kicap and beef rendang and it was goooooooddd. B's nenek made them and it was goooooddddd. Haha ok stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming B got tired coz he hasnt gotten much sleep since Friday so i sat on a stone bench and he laid down on my lap for abit. We couldnt sleep even if we wanted to coz his friend doesnt have a tent so we had to wait till the friend goes home before we could retire to our own tent but we didnt say anything coz it would be rude to chase him away. So B changed tactic and just ignored the guy every time he came to our bench to talk HAHA. Then B got really sleepy till he was nearly incomprehensible and mata dah mcm stim biji, so i forced him to walk with me to MacDonald's. So there he was in his singlets and boxers and we walked into MacDonalds to use their toilet. I think B cut it close from getting arrested for unappropriate dressing in public places? But he said hes too sleepy to care, and he wouldnt be surprised to see his face on youtube or wat for this haha. I could swear every single person guy AND grl was staring at him like he had lost his mind coz boxers dont really leave much to the imagination coz they cling to the guy's u-know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the tents, B got over his sleepy phase and we joined his dad and uncle who were fishing. So there were 3 rods repeatedly casted into the sea that night. His uncle was the lucky one coz he caught 4 fishes. B and his dad didnt catch anything although their rods are close to the uncle's. It all depends on luck i guess.&lt;br /&gt;But B and I had a really meaningful talk while we fished. We talked about our exes and our problems, our hopes and dreams, our future together....and i feel like yesterday made us grow so much closer to each other and i wouldnt trade it for anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;At 330am when we have exhausted our bait supply, we called it quits and went to sleep while the dad and uncle continued on...I set my alarm for 520am so we wouldnt oversleep coz ive gotta get home by 8am and B was supposed to send me to the bustop to catch the first bus.&lt;br /&gt;At 520am, my handphone obediently played Miley Cyrus- 7 things and i woke up. B was snoring loudly and i just observed him for 10mins HAHA. Then i woke up him, BUT HE WOULDNT WAKE UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "B, angon b.......dah 530 nie nanti i lambat...."&lt;br /&gt;B: "Mmm....."&lt;br /&gt;Me: thinking (wet dream kepe si dekni) HAHA. "B, angon!"&lt;br /&gt;B: -silence- 10secs. SNORRRRREEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 545 i tried again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "B, b nk angon ke tk nie....."&lt;br /&gt;B: -slightly shakes head- Snoreeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pitiful, he didnt get much sleep for 2 nights in a row so i tried waking him up for the last time by transferring his head to his jacket so i can get my bag that acted as our pillow. But he didnt wake either. Oh well, so i went out of the tent and only B's atok was awake so i told him im going home and i didnt want to wake B up coz hes tired...and i said thank you and left....&lt;br /&gt;And the damnest thing was, i reached home at 7am can? 1 hour early!! Should have stayed for another hour and maybe B could have woken up by then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz....felt so guilty about leaving when everyone was asleep, and i didnt get to properly say goodbye and thank them for their hospitality. I hope they dont think im rude, and that i anyhow come and anyhow go.....I msged B about it and hope he will clear things up but his handphone no battery what, so will just have to wait till he charges his phone and see my msgs and tell his parents im sorry......&lt;br /&gt;Such a wonderful family...hope i get to meet them again soon though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-651802863986182417?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/651802863986182417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=651802863986182417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/651802863986182417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/651802863986182417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/ecp-gathering.html' title='ECP gathering'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-5241733269584160220</id><published>2009-03-15T03:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T03:26:18.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>silly boy and grl</title><content type='html'>silly boy is at ECP now guarding 6 tents for his family and friends gathering tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;silly boy was there since yesterday to 'chop' the place since its the school holidays. &lt;br /&gt;silly boy had his reservice friends to accompany him yesterday and they went fishing. &lt;br /&gt;silly boy caught a crab and two fishes but refused to make them into sashimi as silly grl suggested. &lt;br /&gt;silly boy has not eaten nor slept since yesterday bcoz he has to stand guard in case theres a tent thief. &lt;br /&gt;silly boy has stupid friends who didnt think far as to buy him food before they left coz hes alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now silly girl cant sleep bcoz shes worried.&lt;br /&gt;so silly girl will accompany him through the night and buy him some KFC when she comes by ECP later tomorrow for the gathering :)&lt;br /&gt;and silly girl has to remember to buy some prawns from NTUC to go fishing tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-5241733269584160220?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5241733269584160220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=5241733269584160220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5241733269584160220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5241733269584160220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/silly-boy-and-grl.html' title='silly boy and grl'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-7311714633148960592</id><published>2009-03-14T13:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:34:44.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woodlands shopping</title><content type='html'>went shopping with fattanah 2 days ago...its been eons since i even talked to her, much less went out together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to old woodlands town and on the way we saw Botak Jones at an ulu shopping centre so we vowed to have lunch there before heading back to the mrt. So we went shopping first, each of us got shoes....and we got the same wallet yay yay! love the new wallet, it has a clasp rather than a button to keep it shut and its so pretty in red :) &lt;br /&gt;And we got very hungry when we saw KFC near the underground shops and ended up eating lunch there instead. So didnt get a Botak Jones experience :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else did i get.....oh a kung fu panda vcd HAHA. She was looking for a red laptop sticker but they are either too expensive or they dont have it in the colour shade she wants....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun that thursday!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-7311714633148960592?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7311714633148960592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=7311714633148960592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7311714633148960592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7311714633148960592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/woodlands-shopping.html' title='woodlands shopping'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-8183112857317261963</id><published>2009-03-11T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:41:21.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>aftermath</title><content type='html'>2 people are complaining of back ache after the fun wears off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him from repeatedly casting the lines far. &lt;br /&gt;Me from bending to hook on the bait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-8183112857317261963?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8183112857317261963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=8183112857317261963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/8183112857317261963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/8183112857317261963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/aftermath.html' title='aftermath'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-6699489448128175597</id><published>2009-03-11T18:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:38:59.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Fishing Trip @ Changi!</title><content type='html'>Just woke up at 5pm just now, and that must show how tiring the fishing trip at Changi was. Even if i work night shift, i usually sleep til at most 2pm can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at 430pm at Jurong East Mrt and took the train to Outram Park. Got out, walked to a nearby bustop and took Bus no. 2 all the way to the end at Changi Village. The bus driver was so effing slow and he had to stop at every bus stop summore so we only reached Changi at about 620pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-powed food and bought drinks and snacks. B was supposed to get bait from the fishing shop at Taman Jurong but they were all sold out and the uncle forgot to reserve the bait for him. So we went around 3 shops in Changi to get sarong bait. First shop was closed. The other two shops were sold out bummer. So we got dead prawns instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: "Udang pon udang ar uncle, dah tkde umpan nie. Udang yang idup ke yang mati nye boss?"&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: "Lu mau yang idup ke mati? Wa kasi lu udang tido punya mau?"&lt;br /&gt;B: "Udang tido tu ape boss, tk pena dgr je! B, uncle nie nak main gila ngan kite pulak ar b."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Turns out udang tido is dead prawns lerr. So we got 2packs @ $2 each. B was disappointed he couldnt get any sarong coz its his favourite bait but he settled for the prawns anyway. So we chose a spot and erected a maha-besar tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311885072837027138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SbebVIYmpUI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JjZSdD6kNRY/s320/Erected+Tent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;10-man tent for us two and our pet elephant pe! So big. It was low tide when we came so we ate first and prepared the fishing rods. Started fishing at about 8pm. B showed me how to attach the prawns on the hook and he casted both rods into the sea. Checked the bait every 20mins with no luck. Prawns leave a smelly stink on ur hands btw so b didnt want me touching them at first. But at 920pm, i got bored and got my hands dirrty. Me hooked the prawns next and lo and behold, at 940pm we got our first catch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311887866574173842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/Sbed3v3cdpI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0_8MwiAD8jM/s320/Catfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A baby catfish! Just about the size of his foot. B removed the stingers at the sides of its fins and put it in the net he so cleverly thought to bring. So B had the idea that the fish would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;bite when i hook the bait. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: "B, pasang umpan b.....Tak boleh ar, ikan-ikan nie mati2 nk rasa air tangan b jugak."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hah, tau tkpe...nie stakat tarok umpan je tau. Air tangan i nie kalau masak lagi power tau!" &lt;br /&gt;B: "Yela tu, lain kali b nak bawak b pancing ar, b tolong pasang umpan je."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Boleh aje....gaji brape b nak bayar i?"&lt;br /&gt;B: "Eh jangan la gitu......." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. So we had a deal: I would hook on the baits on both our rods and he would cast them into the sea. And it was fine with me coz i cant cast very well anyway. While we waited for the fishes to come out and play, we saw a guy walking along the beach with a head light and a spade shoveling sand where the waves break. So i went to see what he was doing and B discussed with him the hot fishing spots in Changi. The guy was scoping for worms as bait and he went on to say that our spot doesnt have any fishes, that if we wanted to catch something worthwhile, we should go over to where the blue pipe is or go to tanjung. Then he went on his way and i asked b whether he wants to move from our spot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few minutes later we got our second fish. B didnt know what kinda fish it was, says it looks like a gelama. I googled a pic since i didnt take one. It looked like this but abit smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311898186345868754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SbenQcAv7dI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/H7eMh2r1Rp0/s320/Labidochromis_Hongi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This feisty fish jostled in the sand and sprayed sand straight into B's eyes and nose and mouth when he wanted to transfer it into the net haha. Then B said the guy talk cock only, say here no fish but he knows the fishing spots in Changi better coz hes been coming here quite alot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was 1am and by then we have exhausted our bait supply. But having caught 2 fishes, we didnt want the fun to stop so we zipped up the tent and went back to Changi Village to buy summore prawns. We spied the shop that was closed earlier and to B's joy they have plentiful of sarong bait. Funny, the shop works night shift only isit? So we got 3 packs @ $2 each, went to toilet and then we went back to our tent to continue fishing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311901266459979762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SbeqDuVLb_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/m69eFU4sI0w/s320/Umpan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yarmyarm thats our supper. HAHA. We were left with 2 prawns and the sarong worms. Thats when the problem comes, coz the sarong worms are inside mud -packed tubers and THEY BITE. So i was in charge of bait right, i dont mind getting mud all over my fingers when squeezing them out of the tubes &lt;strong&gt;but how am i to stick a hook into these &lt;u&gt;wriggling biting&lt;/u&gt; worms? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was squealing and occasionally cursing the worms and then i had enough. Everytime i pushed them out of their tubes, i sniped their black heads off with a scissors so they cant bite. Wriggling i can take. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: "Kerana didapati bersalah, kamu dihukum pancung!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. But i dunno, the fishes didnt bite as often as before coz before the sarong, we had a couple of fake alarms when the fish managed to escape coz they werent hooked properly to be reeled in. With the sarong, our lines stayed silent. So in conclusion, Changi fishes at that particular spot loved prawns more than worms. But that didnt stop us from getting our third and final catch at 3am. It was a baby garoupa and i didnt get a pic of that as well :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 530am when the sun still sleeps, we packed our tent and waited for the first bus to bring us home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311905017020620482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SbeteCQhHsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/RxlpP5Di0gY/s320/530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Itu dier muke2 kite yang selenge bacin: yang tak tido ngan muke penat nk mampos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Took Bus no. 2 back to Outram and took the MRT home with the work crowd trying to reach the office on time. So there we were, two sleepy idiots carrying a tent case and fishing rods, NOT going to work and sporting silly grins on each other faces. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was fun! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-6699489448128175597?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6699489448128175597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=6699489448128175597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6699489448128175597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6699489448128175597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/fishing-trip-changi.html' title='Fishing Trip @ Changi!'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SbebVIYmpUI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JjZSdD6kNRY/s72-c/Erected+Tent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-2534837359073583915</id><published>2009-03-08T19:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:56:29.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>famous quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310782449296885922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SbOwf_m4SKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/I7apemGs3Is/s320/twain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Giving up smoking is easy...I've done it hundreds of times."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Buy land. They've stopped making it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Last week I stated that this woman was the ugliest woman I had ever seen. I have since been visited by her sister and now wish to withdraw that statement. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310782619092865826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SbOwp4JZUyI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jCGOlvJS1lw/s320/einstein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. THAT'S relativity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The secret of creativity is knowing how to hide your sources."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If the facts don't fit the theory, change the facts."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310782800287113922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SbOw0bJeIsI/AAAAAAAAAZE/qXDJ30isJFI/s320/lincoln.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"If I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My father taught me to work; he did not teach me to love it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Common looking people are the best in the world: that is the reason the Lord makes so many of them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Steven Spielberg&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310782921798809154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SbOw7f0HdkI/AAAAAAAAAZM/jwazNy2Fa1A/s320/spielberg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"I dream for a living."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why pay a dollar for a bookmark? Why not use the dollar for a bookmark?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The most expensive habit in the world is celluloid, not heroin, and I need a fix every few years."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Benjamin Franklin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310783075884413554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SbOxEd0_MnI/AAAAAAAAAZU/UTUIMGiX-AU/s320/franklin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"To find out a girl's faults, praise her to her girl friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wise men don't need advice. Fools won't take it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310783359660275202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SbOxU--bNgI/AAAAAAAAAZc/K5pcN8i4y1s/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Mestilah penat! Pagi bawak taxi, malam bawak trailer tau."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pasal saya sayangkan awak Cik Salmah...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Jangan main2, dier nie kuat main tau."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-2534837359073583915?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2534837359073583915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=2534837359073583915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2534837359073583915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2534837359073583915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/famous-quotes.html' title='famous quotes'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SbOwf_m4SKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/I7apemGs3Is/s72-c/twain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-8547112781462172870</id><published>2009-03-06T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:09:47.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>chinese garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SbEq0VWz9CI/AAAAAAAAAYs/XHK7SCivghk/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310072514220913698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SbEq0VWz9CI/AAAAAAAAAYs/XHK7SCivghk/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My boyfriend looks sexayy in his police outfit but i didnt get a pic of him on Monday when i fetched him from Home Team Academy. And it nags me when i don't get a pic of something i would want to keep looking at everyday. Like the pic of the pretty breakfast i made last week, and that snapshot of gourmet chocolates i bought last month, u know what i mean....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So unshamelessly i told him i wanted a pic of him in uniform and equally unshamelessly as well, he said "I don't blame you, i know i look handsome in my uniform." Hmm. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i was supposed to fetch him from Home Team again today even though he finishes early at 12pm and i finish work at about 1pm so he would have to wait for me at the bustop facing the cemetery like some selenge bacin. HAHA that was a looonngg sentence. I digress. Anywayy its his last course day so by hook or by crook, MUST GET PIC BY TODAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 1130 he msged to say hes at home already coz they had an exam only and it ended so much earlier&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; dang-it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i met him anyways at Lakeside after work but he already changed so no uniform pic till April when he has to go for another course. GRR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a walk at the Japanese Garden and climbed all 7 stories of a pagoda. Exercise kepe, but B didnt even have a hitch in his breathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Biasa jugak, kata gurkha mesti fit pe." Ah sudah la dari tadi puji diri je, bila nak game? Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we went down, there were a couple of tourists throwing pancakes and WHOLEMEAL BREAD to the fishes in the lake. I for one will not touch wholemeal bread bcoz i hate the nutty and grainy surface. I like my bread smoooooth oh yea. HAHA. And the hilarious thing is, the fishes jostled for the pancakes and ignored the sad floating pieces of wholemeal. SEE, EVEN FISHES DONT EAT WHOLEMEAL CAN? We can be best friends, the fishes and i. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they have some huge-ass fishes in the Japanese lake....we saw a black one that might tip the scales at 8kilos and B was kinda restless bcoz he couldnt whip out his fishing rod there right? And he swore that the fishes were taunting him coz they keep making a bee line towards him and then swish their tails at the surface to make a big ripple HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Kau jangan main gila ngan aku tau mat, kau nak mampos ke?" XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He calls the fishes MATS. (?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we walked to the Zodiac Garden, Tiger and Dragon hand in hand and i gave him his watch. Chey bedebah, mcm tau je size coz i anyhow asked the uncle to adjust the strap and it FITS. Ah, pape. Then we walk and walk and walk and had the nicest chicken rice and teh peng at Fork and Spoon at Taman Jurong and went to look at fishing stuff at his friend's shop. Out of the blue B bought for me a pretty red fishing rod. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So sweet kan.&lt;/span&gt; (Favourite colour hor!) Then he reserved some bait (sarung eeeww) so Tuesday, pancing kat Changi yay yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he sent me to Boon Lay so i can take 172 home. And we somehow reached home at the same time and i literally collapsed on my bed coz my legs were so tired from work and excessive walking. But i really enjoyed myself today....i took a plunge when i accepted him even though it was too soon from my previous relationship.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ade orang pena kata, it may seem like ur a playgrl but ultimately when u know it wont work, its better to leave now than to drag it out. And when u accept someone after a relationship, its never too soon bcoz as a rule to urself, dlm dunia ni kite mencarik kerana nak merasa cinta sejati.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a month and the chemistry is out of this world. I realised in past relationships, i was the joker. But in &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; relationship, if there's someone who can make me laugh till it hurts, its him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something different that might spell to be something worthwhile? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's hope so. *Fingers crossed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-8547112781462172870?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8547112781462172870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=8547112781462172870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/8547112781462172870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/8547112781462172870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/chinese-garden.html' title='chinese garden'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SbEq0VWz9CI/AAAAAAAAAYs/XHK7SCivghk/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-7690340154989918065</id><published>2009-03-05T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:09:06.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Bugis today</title><content type='html'>Ifah and i went to Suntec to check out the career and edu fair today but we spent only about 15mins in there bcoz out of the 3 huge-ass convention halls, only 1/4 of it was for job seekers. Mostly the exhibitors are from Institutes and Universities from all over the world trying to reel in prospective tertiary students so big waste on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifah wanted to apply for Atos (Is that how its spelled? Coz thats how it sounded like haha) and Cisco but they did not have a booth there. Instead, we saw major players/organisations like SingHealth, MOE and Marina Bay Sands....and we both knew that we made a mistake of coming to a 'city' job fair. Should have joined the 290323947 other people who went to Sembawang last month, ill just bet Cisco and Atos were there coz they &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; when i went to a job fair in Jurong East 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyyyway, then we slinked to Marina Square and had lunch at Burger King. It's been a looonnngggg time since i had fast food, an even longer time since i had BK so yay! I was wearing white jeans and i dropped a spot of chilli sauce on it :( But my pretty green dress covered it when i stood and walked so double yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then since pay came in yesterday, i wanted to check my account right? So we went in search for the ATM machine but found ourselves back at City Hall Station? And with Ifah's shoes killing/tripping her feet, we decided to just go over to Bugis and i can withdraw money while she buys some new slippers or shoes or watever that was under 10bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round and round in Bugis and in short, I got new jeans and couple watches. Ifah got a drink....nearly got a small tote bag but &lt;strong&gt;no shoes&lt;/strong&gt;. So by then it was 6plus going 7 and i suggested we go Lot1 and look around. She finally got her slippers at BHG and i pulled her to get eyeliner and some makeup essentials. AND FINALLY, we went home. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original plan: Apply for Job&lt;br /&gt;Actual plan: SHOPPING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-7690340154989918065?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7690340154989918065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=7690340154989918065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7690340154989918065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7690340154989918065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/bugis-today.html' title='Bugis today'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-8714370368530258226</id><published>2009-02-21T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:51:10.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>ended.</title><content type='html'>ever heard the phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry it ended,&lt;br /&gt;but im glad it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-8714370368530258226?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-6639592764098036326</id><published>2009-02-15T23:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:04:50.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>sunflowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SZg6c57kTvI/AAAAAAAAAYk/xNvgIrDTreM/s1600-h/sunflower"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303052829490171634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SZg6c57kTvI/AAAAAAAAAYk/xNvgIrDTreM/s320/sunflower" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLOOM MY BABIES, BLOOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he specifically bought sunflowers not yet in full bloom and told me to take good care of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instructed me to put them in ice water but not in my air-con room, so i did.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but sound so weird, they better be alive in the morning hor Bie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 weeks if i take care of them well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 days if i do a bad job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 sunnies to mark a new beginning of an old story.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy valentines everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-6639592764098036326?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6639592764098036326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;green-blue set&lt;br /&gt;canvas pumps&lt;br /&gt;casual sling-tote&lt;br /&gt;unruly waves&lt;br /&gt;chunky bracelet&lt;br /&gt;metal hearts necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rm 303&lt;br /&gt;30/03 2nd month&lt;br /&gt;30/12&lt;br /&gt;Crackling Sampoerna Menthol&lt;br /&gt;The 3 Ma'il Specials - Daging, Pekat, Telur&lt;br /&gt;Yeo's 2 for $1.95 two times&lt;br /&gt;Mini Amoses and Cheese Twists&lt;br /&gt;K-Nite!&lt;br /&gt;His and Her Picture Transfers&lt;br /&gt;Soulful Serenades&lt;br /&gt;Clasped Hands&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Feasts&lt;br /&gt;Forehead Goodnight Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Explosive Services&lt;br /&gt;Hyper Morning&lt;br /&gt;Makcik Dayung Sampan&lt;br /&gt;RoadRunner Laughter&lt;br /&gt;Train as our Witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-2770917104212282924?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2770917104212282924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=2770917104212282924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2770917104212282924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2770917104212282924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/02/12-february-09.html' title='12 February 09'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-5524250400987477836</id><published>2009-02-11T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:35:08.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><title type='text'>teaching</title><content type='html'>I refer to your application for a teaching position, I am pleased to inform you that you have been shortlisted for an interview. The details are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 12/02/2009&lt;br /&gt;Time: 4:00PM&lt;br /&gt;Place for Reporting: Interview Room 22, MOE Podium Block Level 3. 1 North Buona Vista Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are being considered for the DIP ED ('P') programme and the tentative specialisation: GENERAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WAH. two diplomas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;wish me luck!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-5524250400987477836?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5524250400987477836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=5524250400987477836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5524250400987477836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5524250400987477836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/02/teaching.html' title='teaching'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-2278896483115131500</id><published>2009-02-07T16:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:43:00.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><title type='text'>3 people on an island</title><content type='html'>if you are to be trapped on an island with three people, who do you want them to be and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; so instead of being hopelessly stranded, it would feel like we're honeymooning on a private island and we can act like we OWN the place mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Veronicas - can i count them as 1 person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; i always feel happy listening to them sing. and being happy is important on a deserted island yesyes. If i were Christian, i want The Veronicas to sing 4ever at my funeral HAHA i would make a helluva of a controversy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here we are so what you gonna do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do I gotta spell it out for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can see that you got other plans for tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I don't really care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Size me up you know I beat the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tick tock no time to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let them say what they gonna say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But tonight I just don't really care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come on baby we ain't gonna live forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me show you all the things that we could do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know you wanna be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I wanna spend the night with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, yeah with you, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come with me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We could make the night last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my mum would WAIL haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hefner's Playboy Girls - im counting them as 1 person coz together, they have an IQ of 1 person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299986778005684018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SY1V5OFLvzI/AAAAAAAAAYc/k4eyykt9khM/s320/girls_of_the_playboy_mansion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;-&gt;Look at them. I dont need food or water if i can laugh at their survival instincts ALLLLLL day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(i remember watching one show, where a couple lost in the amazon basin had no water to drink, so they had to drink dirty water on the forest floor. The girl used the sponge of her bra to filter the water first to rid of the more prominent dirt. Imagine the Hefner girls. They'll probably go, "EEEWWW! I'm not drinking cleavage sweat from your 32D Cups and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MOST IMPORTANTLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; BAMBI, YOU WILL &lt;em&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/em&gt; WRECK YOUR SATIN BRA WITH THOSE &lt;em&gt;ADORABLE &lt;/em&gt;PINK RIBBONS AND SEQUINS! DON'T BE STUPID, DONT DO IT BUNNY!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha Bambi is such a slutty name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So random. Anyway.....am waiting for a letter from MOE. Guess whos invited for an interview to pursue a degree in teaching and become a trainee teacher? GUESS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-2278896483115131500?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2278896483115131500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=2278896483115131500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2278896483115131500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2278896483115131500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/02/3-people-on-island.html' title='3 people on an island'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SY1V5OFLvzI/AAAAAAAAAYc/k4eyykt9khM/s72-c/girls_of_the_playboy_mansion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-5506541890114036540</id><published>2009-01-28T14:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:05:21.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>what i want</title><content type='html'>this is a crazy random post and crazy is what i am, so just let me blubber on what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I want cute Brian J. White from Stomp the Yard to be my neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296236881735471778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SYADYh4qUqI/AAAAAAAAAX0/L7xoznKQ--o/s200/Brian.bmp" border="0" /&gt;2. Tai Zhi's character from My MVP Valentine to be my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296237143309469458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SYADnwUwxxI/AAAAAAAAAX8/vbtOP5gqVgo/s200/tony.bmp" border="0" /&gt;3. And Kwon Sang Woo as my room mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296238685200661154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SYAFBgUROqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/paLhOLByHA8/s200/kwon+sang+woo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Swoooons* OK NEXT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I want to win a &lt;strong&gt;one-bedroom house&lt;/strong&gt; in a lucky draw and ill get to decorate it from top to bottom. I just need someone to donate 2 million for this noble cause. I don't need much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- An LCD TV on the wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A sofa lounger &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A modern kitchen with stainless steel cooking appliances (importance on the fridge, sink and stove)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A princess bed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My own telephone line &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A laptop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Wireless connection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A/C for the whole house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Carpet flooring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A walk-in closet (HAHA IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(no one said a one bedroom house must be small what. It can be a 5-room house but i smash all the rooms down to make one biggggggg space. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and ill be goooood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I want a 6N Gold Coast Holiday with my best friend that includes tickets to ALL the worlds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I want a job that lets me travel the world, all expenses included and they pay me US8K per month on top of that. Not bad what! Not alot, not little either. People in the government get paid more right right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I want the smart phone that Ellen DeGeneres unveiled for her 5th day of Xmas Giveaways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296250456698162498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SYAPusj-jUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/NmQdDKcToOA/s200/smartphone.bmp" border="0" /&gt;OR ONE OF THESE JAPANESE BABIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296250578279537490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SYAP1xfPG1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/DvA_9VVDj5A/s200/willcom-03-smartphone-thumb-450x337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dammit so preetty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. A 1K shopping allowance each month to revamp my whole wardrobe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for day-dreaming, now i gotta change for work or ill be late!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-5506541890114036540?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5506541890114036540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=5506541890114036540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5506541890114036540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5506541890114036540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-want.html' title='what i want'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SYADYh4qUqI/AAAAAAAAAX0/L7xoznKQ--o/s72-c/Brian.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-5451307038736568545</id><published>2009-01-25T15:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:48:01.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Wrong Resume</title><content type='html'>ive sent in my resume to over 40 different positions in 30 organisations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went to SouthWest CDC, and dang it they said i followed a wrong resume format and thats probably why ive only gotten like 2 interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was an eye-opener....and it was more like a lecture from my dad. The career consultant was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you're a poly gradute. you could have asked ur lecturer for a proper resume format, but you chose to follow ur friend's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"im very disappointed leh....u have very good results but ur not utilizing ur diploma. Mass Comm is a very specialized course, do you know it's very hard to get into ur course?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see all these jobs? They are like just waiting for you to apply you know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to be ur own steward, plan your own life. It's time for you to stand on your own and not follow everything your family or your friends say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. at least now i know the source of my problems....and i was damn enlightened and inspired that i APPLIED FOR A JOB WITH THEM AS A CAREER CONSULTANT TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHOHO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-5451307038736568545?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5451307038736568545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=5451307038736568545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5451307038736568545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5451307038736568545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/wrong-resume.html' title='Wrong Resume'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-6181492225995321958</id><published>2009-01-20T00:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:07:40.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><title type='text'>2 months, and 1 day.</title><content type='html'>it should have been obvious to you, when he raved on and on about how he's going to buy u an expensive bling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it should also have been obvious to him too, when you told him all you wanted was a sunflower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would have shown you that your future together would consist of unneccessary trinkets in the expense of less time to simply be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;perhaps he still hasnt understood the romantic in you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what do you do when he gives you an expensive bracelet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you accept him as a friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and wait for yet another to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this time you're not as naive, this time settling for nothing less than a &lt;u&gt;simple sunflower.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god is my best friend, and he knows that everyday i talk to him as if he's beside me.&lt;br /&gt;and if there's one thing i always wish for, it's to be happy. no frills, no thrills.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter if we conform to our family's requirements. When in the end, work and passion overrides the simple task of keeping that someone happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you can't accept it, tell me straight to my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Yes, i can't accept it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-6181492225995321958?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6181492225995321958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=6181492225995321958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6181492225995321958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6181492225995321958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-months-and-1-day.html' title='2 months, and 1 day.'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-5032424485120030535</id><published>2009-01-19T18:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:22:42.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Palestinian civilians</title><content type='html'>please pray for the civilian palestinians.....&lt;br /&gt;the kids......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg the kids............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-5032424485120030535?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5032424485120030535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=5032424485120030535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5032424485120030535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5032424485120030535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/palestinian-civilians.html' title='Palestinian civilians'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-7242664755544917194</id><published>2009-01-14T20:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:15:37.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Fried Rice Today!</title><content type='html'>Hehe. Thoroughly spoilt and im content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bie took leave today for us to spend some time together even though we just met 2 days ago? Coz i miss him every single second of every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for this i am guilty - yesterday he told me his leave wasnt approved by his supervisor, so i told him its ok we're meeting on Sunday anyways right? Im always this gracious what right? HAHA. But he was adamant and he said that he has an argument prepared even if they were to charge him. Such a sweet boy right, ayah? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i met him this morning, woke up at 7am, prettied up and then took 67 from my house and it took 2 hours to reach Kallang because there was a jam. Bie got frustrated and told me to take an MRT from Kallang to Bedok instead. Thing is, im a little short on cash right now and my mum kindly gave me 10bucks to top up my ezlink right? So i was rationing the fare and i wasnt very keen on switching transports, and so i said no and told him to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a headache soon after and in the end took the MRT to Bedok from Kallang anyways. It's so typical of me to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i won't do it, and then erm, do it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So stupid. So when i reached Bedok, Bie was waiting for me at the bustop i was supposed to drop off which is i think 2km from the interchange? And i told him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err haha (nervous laugh) i'm at Bedok Interchange"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he got a little angry and we walked towards each others' directions and met halfway. But he didnt scold me, he gave me a kiss instead yay! :))&lt;br /&gt;We went to Shop N Save and bought some groceries bcoz Bie promised to cook fried rice for me today. And he kept asking if i wanted this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want ice cream?" "You want chye sim?" "You want mushrooms?" "You You You..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got a little pissed and said, "You're the one cooking, it's up to you Bie" and then gave him a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;That's how we fight. We soften the blow with a kiss at the end. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway back to his house, he got a message from his supervisor saying he'll be charged for not complying instructions and our happy mood slowly wilted. But he smiled and told me not to worry, and in the end agreed to go back to camp at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However he took the news, he kept his promise and started cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291131012164693346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SW3fnzghLWI/AAAAAAAAAXk/NepgnigPCfQ/s320/Fried+Rice+Tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And ive heard that if you're sad or angry, your food will not turn out very nice? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His fried rice came out SOOOO GOOD. So i think he wasnt all that crushed haha. I finished mine before he finished his, and he only had a little bit more on his plate than mine lor. I can't stop gushing, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was really good.&lt;/span&gt; Better than mine, damnit. And then while he bathed, i cleaned up everything for him and washed the dishes. Housewife-to-be HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291133400076447842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SW3hyzLC8GI/AAAAAAAAAXs/YqEYJIzS7Yk/s320/Bie+Ina+Corridor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Before we left he apologised for not being able to send me home today, coz he had to rush to camp. But i was given much more than i hoped for today, and i wasnt expecting him to send me home anyways so all was good. I remember zura telling me i look and sound much happier now, that i never was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; happy with &lt;em&gt;that jerk&lt;/em&gt;. And.......god shes so right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did i mention? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thoroughly spoilt and im content. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ILY BIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-7242664755544917194?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7242664755544917194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=7242664755544917194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7242664755544917194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7242664755544917194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/fried-rice-today.html' title='Fried Rice Today!'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SW3fnzghLWI/AAAAAAAAAXk/NepgnigPCfQ/s72-c/Fried+Rice+Tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-6019709651945420411</id><published>2009-01-12T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:26:51.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>Chupa Chups charms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWs2bUUCvcI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hKaMrET9vyI/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290382030213922242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWs2bUUCvcI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hKaMrET9vyI/s320/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange, Cherry, Strawberry &amp;amp; Cream, Strawberry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWs2YFG0TxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/mKCovXSGZV4/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290381974592311058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWs2YFG0TxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/mKCovXSGZV4/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate and Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, how cute is that???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buy 3 Chupa Chups and get a handphone charm free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or you could work part-time at Cheers and swipe 5 of these at one go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-6019709651945420411?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6019709651945420411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=6019709651945420411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6019709651945420411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6019709651945420411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/chupa-chups-charms.html' title='Chupa Chups charms'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWs2bUUCvcI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hKaMrET9vyI/s72-c/Image049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-1538623265927514410</id><published>2009-01-10T22:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:00:37.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>Ong bak 2 with bie!</title><content type='html'>It's been what, 5 days? Since i last saw Bie and so i missed him alot alot and we met today. He came over to Lot 1 and we watched a movie together- Ong Bak 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg im such a little ninny bcoz the movie was full of blood and people dying and limbs breaking and all, so i kept cringing, hiding my face into Bie's shirt and saying "ohmygod ohmygod!" and "eeeee eeeee!" and "ohmygod eeeee!" under my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks Bie is the best boyfriend on earth coz he didnt think i was irritaing even though &lt;em&gt;i just know&lt;/em&gt; i was spoiling the movie for him. Afterall, all he has to do is feed me nachos and i'll be distracted what right? HAHAHA. And i know for a fact today that Bie loves his salmon and he cries after eating wasabi, but will still go back for more. And that with each day, i love him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey that rhymes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after it all, syg sent me to my doorstep and we coincidently met my dad downstairs and HAHA some things were left undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289677518852507298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWi1rW-SxqI/AAAAAAAAAXE/j_CNUo6BCo0/s320/Bie+under+block.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289678026597648370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWi2I6eKx_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/PYc8ByzBGn4/s320/Bie+Ina+Film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cant wait for next week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love is the soundtrack of my romantic comedy. &lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ilyvvm bie.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-1538623265927514410?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1538623265927514410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=1538623265927514410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1538623265927514410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1538623265927514410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/ong-bak-2-with-bie.html' title='Ong bak 2 with bie!'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWi1rW-SxqI/AAAAAAAAAXE/j_CNUo6BCo0/s72-c/Bie+under+block.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-296344842893661314</id><published>2009-01-10T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:23:27.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>past persons</title><content type='html'>yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to nad online. Someone i havnt talked to in a very long time and someone i miss so so much since poly days. She was the residential minah in denial, the socialite, the magnum force girl and i miss talking to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289665736831381234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWiq9jhjrvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/DWsymyi9s5s/s320/Tinge-004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ohgod that pic was taken 2years ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because Mass Comm sees very little malay people, and even though there were about 6 of us in one semester out of a pool of 120 students, the only one who &lt;em&gt;dares&lt;/em&gt; to talk in MALAY is Nad. And im sorry but i happen to come from a very malay clique in secondary school so Mass Comm damned my Bahasa Melayu to hell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one thing i will always remember about nad, is that when i fell out with my initial poly clique, she didnt stop talking to me and was always nudging me on msn and asking how i am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yesterday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i also talked to another person whom i havnt talked to for a very long time. Zee, faizurah, zura, zuradil whichever haha. And it brought back sweet memories for me bcoz as much as i regret my past now, im glad it brought me to her and for giving us this youthful, lasting friendship. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The nightmare that happened to her while we lost contact made me feel very blessed indeed with my life. At least now she has no qualms that Hakim is a really good guy, and he loves her so very much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;to these two ladies in my life, god bless you. &lt;u/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-296344842893661314?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/296344842893661314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=296344842893661314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/296344842893661314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/296344842893661314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/past-persons.html' title='past persons'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWiq9jhjrvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/DWsymyi9s5s/s72-c/Tinge-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-7131074091012397517</id><published>2009-01-09T19:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:02:39.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>love versus hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.&lt;br /&gt;2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.&lt;br /&gt;3. sexual passion or desire.&lt;br /&gt;4. a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;5. (used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would you like to see a movie, love?&lt;br /&gt;6. a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour.&lt;br /&gt;7. sexual intercourse; copulation.&lt;br /&gt;8. (initial capital letter) a personification of sexual affection, as Eros or Cupid.&lt;br /&gt;9. affectionate concern for the well-being of others: the love of one's neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;10. strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything: her love of books.&lt;br /&gt;11. the object or thing so liked: The theater was her great love.&lt;br /&gt;12. the benevolent affection of God for His creatures, or the reverent affection due from them to God.&lt;br /&gt;13. Chiefly Tennis. a score of zero; nothing.&lt;br /&gt;14. a word formerly used in communications to represent the letter L.–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;15. to have love or affection for: All her pupils love her.&lt;br /&gt;16. to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (another person).&lt;br /&gt;17. to have a strong liking for; take great pleasure in: to love music.&lt;br /&gt;18. to need or require; benefit greatly from: Plants love sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;19. to embrace and kiss (someone), as a lover.&lt;br /&gt;20. to have sexual intercourse with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know there are 20 definitions for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATE &lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward; detest: to hate the enemy; to hate bigotry.&lt;br /&gt;2. to be unwilling; dislike: I hate to do it. –verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;3. to feel intense dislike, or extreme aversion or hostility.–noun&lt;br /&gt;4. intense dislike; extreme aversion or hostility.&lt;br /&gt;5. the object of extreme aversion or hostility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only 5 definitions for hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(taken from dictionary.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encountering fumbling idiots, naive scums and going through life's unforgiving challenges saps the energy of youth. But i just turned 20 and im &lt;em&gt;not ready&lt;/em&gt; to start aging yet.&lt;br /&gt;So im going around spreading love and not sending the message of hate. Because even my most &lt;strong&gt;hateful&lt;/strong&gt; enemy knows that &lt;strong&gt;hateful&lt;/strong&gt; is not who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love myself, i love my family, i love my boyfriend, i love my bestie, i love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE LIFE! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;moving on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're still a part of everything I do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're on my heart just like a tattoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like a tattoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll always have you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love you bie. Mwahmwahmwah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-7131074091012397517?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7131074091012397517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=7131074091012397517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7131074091012397517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7131074091012397517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-versus-hate.html' title='love versus hate'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-4661654372557860767</id><published>2009-01-07T14:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:41:40.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><title type='text'>Bie met my family!</title><content type='html'>Ok, now that i have wrapped up the travel diary (and i hope you enjoyed reading it!) here are some things i have to type out before i forget they ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On the 29th, Bie came by my workplace to spend some time together before i leave for the trip.  We wanted to catch a movie, so i called home and said i'll be a little late right? But then my mum called back and said my family wants to meet Bie, and they told me to bring him home. So then we started to panic coz its never a good thing when your dad suddenly asks to see your boyfriend right? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i brought him home, and when he sat down on the sofa, lo and behold all five of my family members sat down in front of him and sort of stared at him. HAHAHAHA i had to stop myself from laughing coz it was like some sick scene from a robot movie.&lt;br /&gt;So then my dad sat beside him and they talked....and talked...and talked...well mostly my dad talked. Bie just listened and nodded. My dad talked about religion, family and career, responsibilities...and about his future and mine and he started talking about how our family is quite big and sooner or later, he will meet all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SO EMBARRASSING! It was like a pre-marriage interrogation and i was absolutely speechless. I know it would come sooner or later, but Bie and i are just entering our 2months together, so i would think its a little early? Hmm? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it was all over, Bie accompanied me and Anis to buy some sandals nearby and then i sent Bie to the busstop so he could take the bus home, and we talked about what just happened. Bie wasnt put off by the interrogation, thank god so everything is fine....that night, he said in a year's time he wants to talk to my dad about our tali ikatan and i was like, WOAH hold up. We went back and fort and then agreed to take matters slowly and when we feel we're ready, we're ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Im working again, but its just part-time so i can earn some money to tide things over while i find a real full-time job. Of course, it would help that everyone who owes me money returns it to me, but all of them either have no money as yet but i know they will return it once she gets a job like Yati, or they are simply assholes who make their living by borrowing money and then returning them when they feel like it, and sometimes never at all coz they are simply uncompetent fools like...i dunno, im just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as Bie put it, they can escape now and we'll be at a loss even though we did a good deed to help them, but when it really matters on Judgement Day, all of us will be left with nothing and naked to the bone but they cant escape their debts coz its all written. So how are they gonna pay? But ohhhh they willll pay back, whether they like it ornot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im just going to be patient and im not going to regret the time, the money and the friends that ive lost over the years over some stupid fool. Instead, im looking forward and im grateful for the wonderful presents god has given me to tide over the misgivings im about to encounter in life.&lt;br /&gt;*My loving family* *My perfect hubbie* *My crazy bestie* *My rewarding career* *My healthy life*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But make no mistake, i will relish the moment when i will prevail over the fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENGJENGJENG. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-4661654372557860767?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4661654372557860767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=4661654372557860767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4661654372557860767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4661654372557860767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/bie-met-my-family.html' title='Bie met my family!'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-2674635466091931408</id><published>2009-01-07T12:31:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:59:50.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Day Four - KL and then Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day Four - KL and then Singapore&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of us slept realll well last night and woke up at about 8am coz we wanted to do some last-minute shopping. Went down for breakfast again, and we went Intercontinental. At least i did haha. Mar had Koko Crunch, ham, sausages, scrambled eggs and prata. I had prata too, nasi lemak and chinese porridge and fruit juice. Of course all in small portions laaaa or else we cannot walk after that right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The staff there greeted us by saying, "Happy New Year" and Mar went, " No no! Happy Birthday! Today is my birthday!" HAHAHAHAA Tak tau malu kan Mar! HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we packed our bags and checked out first so i could get my RM100 deposit to do my shopping. And who in the right mind would lug their travel bags around while shopping right, so we left them with the concierge and strutted around with no shackles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Sungei Wang first coz Mar got a RM10 voucher to spend on MORE accessories. So she went and bought a pretty necklace for Joanna, our collegue. Then she got fake eyelashes for herself and a hair band for her little sister. I got Bie and myself rings coz he lost his old silver one that he used to wear on his pinkie. How i know his size? My ring finger is as fat as his pinkie. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way out, we stopped at a lighter shop. Mar bought a black and white Gucci lighter for her ex, Riz and i got a brown LV lighter for Bie. After that, we went back to Berjaya Times Square Mall and i got Bie a long sleeved shirt coz i really like the buttons and stripes on it, and Mar bought for Liah, our another collegue, a really pretty runched long tube top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By then it was time to assemble at the East Wing to catch our transfer to Singapore. Again, the bus took its time to arrive, so we camwhored for a while. 1415 assembled, 1500 the bus came. So 45mins of pictures! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288415400659098322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWQ5yaT9mtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/TyR9oXj732k/s320/Has+Lobby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288418280184151634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWQ8aBYO_lI/AAAAAAAAAW0/gdXtzXNfGT4/s320/Mar+and+Has+Lobby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288415697233046386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWQ6DrIs63I/AAAAAAAAAWk/d4OrB9S-pIM/s320/Has+and+Mar+Lobby1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And then the bus came and even though it wasnt as pretty as the first one, the interior of the bus was much more comfortable. On our way home, Mar kept on sleeping in the bus so i was damn bored and i kept eating junk coz no one wanted to talk to me :(( HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i contented myself by playing with these strings and then eating them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288417699178429810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWQ74M9rPXI/AAAAAAAAAWs/cHpdOGUbEvY/s320/Flexies+on+Bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mar suggested i do a friendship band with it and i was like, " Yea i do one for you, see whether you'll wear it ornot. HAHaA. And when we get hungry, we can eat it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We calculated our journey right? And we found out that we will reach Immigration at 5pm, so at 5pm we went, "yay yay! dah nak sampai dah nak sampai! reaching soon! reaching soon!" but we had to do that for an hour coz we only found ourselves at the Second Link at 6pm? HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bus then dropped us off at Bukit Panjang Plaza and with our big bags, we went up to the travel agency and demanded our refund for the theme park tickets. HAHA can you imagine? Yea, we didnt waste any time huh. But the guy said we had to come down another time because it was already after operation hours....and they have to check whether we really didnt receive the tickets blahblah.....and that reminds me, i still havnt gone down to get my refund!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cialak la..... anyway, when i got home, only my dad and littlest sis was there. It was like, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-opens the door- "IM HOME!&lt;br&gt;My little sis was playing my nintendo and the tv was on. And she didnt even glance at me.&lt;br&gt;Me : "OI! NEVER MISS ME MEH! I SAID, IM HOME!"&lt;br&gt;Anis: "Must miss you meh?"&lt;br&gt;Me: "Ok lorrrrr, like that wan right. I got buy something for you wan leh. But since you never..."&lt;br&gt;Anis: "OH OH! I MISS YOU SO MUCH." &gt;hugs me&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. KNN. Everyone loved their gifts, except Bie kan Bie! He said the shirt doesnt suit him but he appreciates the thought. I said i don't care, i like guys who wear shirts like that so he has to make it work whether he likes it or not. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that marks the end of the 4D/3N Genting-KL Trip with my bestie Mar...We had so much fun, we're planning for another trip at the end of this year as well. And Bie is definitely coming the next time, and Mar says shes going to find a partner to join us. It's gonna be a couples holiday so i can't wait! WHEEE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Mar for the wonderful trip, the fun and the barrels of laughter. We're just crazy together HAHA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-2674635466091931408?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2674635466091931408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=2674635466091931408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2674635466091931408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2674635466091931408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-four-kl-and-then-singapore.html' title='Day Four - KL and then Singapore'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWQ5yaT9mtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/TyR9oXj732k/s72-c/Has+Lobby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-517168431343636698</id><published>2009-01-06T21:29:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:10:38.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Day Three - KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day Three - KL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard to wake Mar up the next day coz when i went to sleep, she carried on munching and watching the tv. GRR. Eventually we went down for buffet breakfast at 945am, 45mins left to eat. HAHA. We ate western and skipped the other foodstuff displayed; sausages, ham, scrambled eggs, breakfast salad, beans, fruits and fruit juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to Sungei Wang Plaza and shopped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see. Mar bought a whole lot of accessories for everyone back home, 27 Dresses DVD, a jade necklace, a white cap, a novel for herself and an activity book for her sis, a spaghetti strap and a cardigan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a hair clip, a white chocolate frap at Coffee Bean, Step Up 2 DVD, bought Mar a silver chain for her bdae, couple of books from MPH for the little kids at home and watches for daddy and 3rd sis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went back to our room to rest and again ate junk food and watched tv. And then we explored the hotel grounds and took crazy pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288184113968645506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWNnbwP3BYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/h8p1pD50zts/s320/hotel+grounds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288184477051576546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWNnw41k4OI/AAAAAAAAAVM/N8lDiSU0Vkg/s320/Mar+Playground.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288184615774560562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWNn49ntoTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/r6dKkagpPJc/s320/Has+Playground.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288187050331457554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWNqGrDTyBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/XAkfy7ZnJmU/s320/Mar+and+Has+Playground.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288195665210323714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWNx8H-fMwI/AAAAAAAAAWE/b3NPRuWZQ6A/s320/IMG_1796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288195944225433458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWNyMXY353I/AAAAAAAAAWM/SWGFo9n3KP0/s320/IMG_1800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and i got myself a sweeeett ride. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288185090026194514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWNoUkWHRlI/AAAAAAAAAVc/cOxeyWSsYh8/s320/IMG_1791.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we bathed and went out again for dinner at Secret Recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288188376768109826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWNrT4ac3QI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ieDPlYz6VLw/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288188522810547442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWNrcYdrnPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/th615q3hLdM/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chicken Cordon Bleu and New York Cheesecake for me. Spaghetti Bolognaise and Raspberry Cheesecake for Mar. Altogether @ RM38. We made alot of noise in the cafe, kept laughing dunno about what fcuk oso. I think we had too much sugar so we were a little high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was one guy who served our mains and asked me, "Tomato or Ketchup for you?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i was like, "Tomato and Ketchup the same what. U mean chilli isit?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he was "Haha yesyes, sorry say wrongly" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we found it so damn funny though it isnt? Siao wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked the guys there to put a candle on Mar's cake and they brought the slice out and sang Happy Birthday for her HAHAHA. At this point the two families seating behind us were smiling and looking at Mar and she blushed redder than her reddest blusher HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the big hoohaa, we planned to explore the streets of KL since we couldnt find Petaling Street. But lo and behold, we followed the crowd and they led us to Petaling Street anyways via the KL monorail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288192102033637138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWNusuG9vxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/SgQNbD1-l4Y/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;waiting for the monorail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we shopped and shopped. Got mummy a pretty Coach bag and elder sis an Escada perfume. Mar got her cousin a Gucci watch and a Chanel wallet. Dang it i didnt have much money to shop that night, or else i would have bought things for myself....Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The vendors there were like, I'll sell you this bag for RM120. The original bag costs RM5000!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Not within my budget so sorry."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they go, ok i'll half the price coz we both Malaysians Malaysians mah (??? HAHA) RM60.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Cannot, i got budget. I'll take it at RM45."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they go, Ok la ok la, last price RM50. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Haiya....ok la ok la" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAAHAHAA. Mar says the tactic at Petaling Street is when they don't give you the price you want, u walk away. They will surely call you back to clinch the deal. And it worked like magic. I got the perfume from RM45 to RM25 as well. Mar got the wallet from RM60 to RM20, and the watch from RM45 to RM10. BESTTTTT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired after the bargaining, we went back to our room and slept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day Four - KL coming up tmr! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-517168431343636698?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/517168431343636698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=517168431343636698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/517168431343636698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/517168431343636698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-three-kl.html' title='Day Three - KL'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWNnbwP3BYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/h8p1pD50zts/s72-c/hotel+grounds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-3580948712612520639</id><published>2009-01-06T19:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:23:02.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>Day Two - KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day Two - KL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We assembled at First World Bus Terminal to catch the transfer to KL. On the way down from Genting Peak, the van stopped at someplace called Johtong Raya i think and we went to a Chocolate Shop. Yarmyarm, i bought a four-piece gourmet choc box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288149817825934178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWNIPdKPu2I/AAAAAAAAAUc/yfXrre4tg9A/s320/IMG_1713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we continued on....reached KL at 2pm and we checked in at Berjaya Times Square Hotel. Had a little 'ping!' moment when the front desk grl said they require an upfront deposit of RM200 for the 2 nights. Good thing i had some spare cash....but i had to ask for my RM100 back after every night since i brought just enough to go shopping there. GRR. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The hotel was real nice though, very exclusive. The lifts would only work when we slot in our key cards, so you dont see hookers hanging around outside the rooms. HAHA. We had our own small kitchen, a mini fridge, a working desk, a tiny living room with a revolving tv, a sliding door that leads to our twin beds, a bathtub, a separate standing shower, a separate room for the toilet bowls and bathroom slippers and bathrobes! And daily newspaper delivered to our doorstep each day. Luxuryyyyy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288167014986192658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWNX4dkwlxI/AAAAAAAAAUk/iF_CeToM2Y4/s320/IMG_1695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288168032119972418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWNYzqsWYkI/AAAAAAAAAU0/FPxeGh-OOpI/s320/IMG_1704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288167313228057778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWNYJ0nKTLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/TNGWgQFNKwQ/s320/IMG_1714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The real bummer was, our holiday package includes Cosmo's World theme park tickets but we didnt receive any of that sort. Damn it, we were planning to spend the day vomitting on the indoor roller coaster lor. Aiseyman...so we hunted down the van driver and he was like, you must call the travel agent. Ok, so we called Singapore right? We spent RM2 to call back to Singapore. The phone call was like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: "Hello, im calling from KL Berjaya Times Square. We're supposed to get Cosmo Theme Park Tickets but we didnt get any."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agent: "What's your booking number?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: "xxxxxxxxx"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agent: "One moment ar...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20secs passed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agent: "You have to.." &gt;BEEPBEEPBEEP&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KNN. RM2 for a few sentences? And we didnt even get a solution to our problem! We thought of changing notes to coins just to call back, but the vendors there were so uptight like they have something stuck up their arses. Wanted to change RM4 to 50cent coins and they &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VEHEMENTLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said no. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO!" &gt;waves us away like we just farted&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Mar and I agreed to forgo that theme park and ask for a&lt;strong&gt; refund&lt;/strong&gt; when we get back. HAHA. So instead, we walked around the shopping centre, window shopped mostly and then we came across a cinema. And "ping!" we remembered Genting. So hurriedly we booked our 10:10pm tickets at 8pm and got the best seats. What show? BEDTIME STORIES LA WHAT ELSE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shopped for groceries, had dinner at Station Kopitiam for about RM15 each, went back to our room and then went back for the movie.When it ended, i had the weirdest feeling like i was at the Lot 1 cinema and i was like, "my parents wouldnt have allowed me to watch a late night movie, where the heck am i?"And then i glanced around and saw a whole lot of Malay people. OOOOO, Malaysia laaa. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walking through the deserted shopping mall was scary. Good thing our hotel was just next door so we quickly returned to our room. Ate junk food and watched Popeye and other stupid cartoons til late night and then we slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much pics in this entry. Next entry will be chockful, coz we took the most then; Day Three - KL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-3580948712612520639?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3580948712612520639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=3580948712612520639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/3580948712612520639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/3580948712612520639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-two-kl.html' title='Day Two - KL'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWNIPdKPu2I/AAAAAAAAAUc/yfXrre4tg9A/s72-c/IMG_1713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-5149211643410867023</id><published>2009-01-05T22:42:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:28:50.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Day Two - Genting</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day Two - Genting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it rained the day before and not going to the Outdoor Theme Park when in Genting is a sin, we woke up early the next morning and entered the Theme Park just as it opened at 8am to spend a few hours on the rides. Wristbands @ RM44 since it was a Malaysian Public Holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287823135876469714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWIfIEECU9I/AAAAAAAAATk/Z4VDKsso46U/s320/IMG_1673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went on the Corkscrew, Go Kart, Cyclone, Swings, Ferris Wheel, Space Shot. Even though its not much, we had alot of fun and didnt regret one sec. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287824296686814978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWIgLoayhwI/AAAAAAAAATs/_idwQ1MVsno/s320/ThemePark.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Go Kart had a long queue, the SpaceShot was FUNNN! My heart was begging for mercy when we touched ground haha. I vaguely remember screaming like a sick ninny and at the top of the ride, i kept reaching for Mar's hand and letting it go, and then reaching for it again. So undecisive haha. And before we got off the ride, i looked at the chinese boy beside me and asked, " Wei! How come you never scream??!"He said coz hes a 'man'. So whatever lorrr hahaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mar &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FORCED &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the mascots to take pictures with us before we left the theme park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287825101188442466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWIg6da7KWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nH-GgWmvqwc/s320/IMG_1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287825417243627682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWIhM20WkKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/hupRIBNaf4c/s320/IMG_1679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bie! My 2nd boyfriend at Genting! Heeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we grabbed breakfast at MarryBrown. The male staff there are damn cheeky, and they kept making fun of us because we asked for ice for the hot tea. Siao wan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287826944020441730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWIilugT6oI/AAAAAAAAAUE/aNgwyBkwo4M/s320/MarryBrown.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A few pictures on the way to the room, and then its time for KL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287827936756937954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWIjfgvItOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/K--_PUlRnpo/s320/IMG_1690.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287828290445318850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWIj0GVBGsI/AAAAAAAAAUU/wEGUohYwt0E/s320/IMG_1689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll blog about lovely KL tomorrow. Time to sleep, tomorrow morning shift! Night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-5149211643410867023?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5149211643410867023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=5149211643410867023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5149211643410867023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5149211643410867023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-two-genting.html' title='Day Two - Genting'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWIfIEECU9I/AAAAAAAAATk/Z4VDKsso46U/s72-c/IMG_1673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-4001931941045616482</id><published>2009-01-05T19:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:41:13.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Day One - Genting</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day One - Genting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached Genting at about 1230pm but First World Hotel has a policy that check-ins are only at 2pm so we took our queue number and walked around the lobby and First World Plaza lugging our huge bags and feeling quite stupid. Shared a pint of Baskin and Robbins @ RM18 while waiting at the lobby. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cotton Candy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt; yarmyarm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287768991261065954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWHt4bpxAuI/AAAAAAAAASk/6sifBVjEtQ8/s320/IMG_1660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287768093689322050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWHtEL7_GkI/AAAAAAAAASU/sFwTCv8rgck/s320/IMG_1633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got our rooms at 230pm but we got there first before housekeeping did, so EEYER we got a nasty surprise courtesy of the guests before us. Called and waited for housekeeping but they took too long so we went in search of them instead HAHA. We hadnt time to waste coz we have to assemble at the bus terminal at 1115 the next morning....Plan was to play the outdoor theme park the moment we checked-in but we couldnt have foreseen this hiccup. So we grabbed fresh towels from housekeeping and bathed first and then rushed down to the Theme Park, to find that it was raining outside. GRR. No Outdoor Theme Park today :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So instead we shared a quick lunch at Kenny Rogers, Half Chicken and 3 sides plus drinks @ RM32. Small expensive portions really, so we got hungry again real quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287772668912193330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWHxOf-HzzI/AAAAAAAAASs/5TQdWlFJdhs/s320/kennyrogers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to Ripley's Believe it Or Not Museum @ RM16 each i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287773709491565202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWHyLEbk8pI/AAAAAAAAAS0/7qkkW04OMbk/s320/IMG_1632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This room was on level ground but when you walk onto the bridge, the room seems to tilt because of the rotating walls. I watched from outside and already i had a headache. Mar walked in fine but halfway teetering out of the room, she kneeled and squatted and laughed and laughed coz really feel like can vomit lor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Bie, i found a new boyfriend there, sorry! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287775216926753138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWHzi0EIgXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sCT_uend4kM/s320/IMG_1630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;World's Tallest Man who also has the biggest feet i think. So nerdy and thin. Bie better laaa. :) Mwah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And since it was raining, the Plaza was quite crowded after that. We wanted to catch Bedtime Stories at the cinema but it was a full house. Next showtime was at 11pm so we went back to our rooms and napped coz there was nothing to do. At 1030 we went back to the cinema, only to find that it was another full house by then. GRR. Then there was a commotion and being the kpo-chis we are, we followed the crowd. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Free entrance to the Outdoor Theme Park - Countdown Party! Hahaha. But the performers are people i havnt heard before and all the songs are in Chinese so we ditched the party and explored the Theme Park. So many couples there, kiss here kiss there. Made me think of Bie, wondering how he was celebrating his New Years in Singapore....At 1155 we went back to the stage area to watch the pretty fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We took a video of the fireworks but Blogger videos takes so long to load so scrap it. Grr. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that we were kind of hungry right? So we had take away from PizzaHut. Garlic Bread, Hawaiian Supreme and a Seafood Lasagne @ RM38. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287812545368968402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWIVfnWSTNI/AAAAAAAAATE/JIJyAHEqHZA/s320/PizzahutTakeAway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287813469237732690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWIWVZBw5VI/AAAAAAAAATM/JLrW59AY3lg/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fat Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then we wished each other good night and happy new year and went to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-4001931941045616482?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4001931941045616482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=4001931941045616482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4001931941045616482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4001931941045616482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-one-genting.html' title='Day One - Genting'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWHt4bpxAuI/AAAAAAAAASk/6sifBVjEtQ8/s72-c/IMG_1660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-2314916692264519687</id><published>2009-01-05T18:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:04:25.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>Day One - Singapore To Genting</title><content type='html'>IM BACK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travel Diary --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day One - Singapore To Genting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn excited to travel with Mar so i couldnt sleep the night before. Was my birthday also what....so i was really high that night. Thank you to all who wished me Happy Birthday....Diyanah did it at 12am when i didnt even think she would remember. Love u pretty bitch. And Bie, and my whole family and Derrick and Mar, and Taqi and Abang Rhyzhel and Evelyn's AhBoy and Alice and Darvin and Kak Normah and the customer who overheard us talking haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thank you for the presents and cake you all. Mwah. I HIT THE BIG 20 already yay! Ok back to the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bus picked us up at Lot 1 Gain City. So much for "come 15mins earlier", they told us to assemble at 6am and the stupid but pretty bus came at 715am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287757339104224258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWHjSL_FpAI/AAAAAAAAASM/5mYcWF3DvFI/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dum-Dee-Dum, 2 toilet breaks, 1 lunch break and plenty of junk food after, we reached Genting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice cold weather when we alighted the bus. And we made friends with the malay bus driver also haha. Since it was the 31st, we wished him happy new year right? And he went, "thank you and dont forget to celebrate New Years ok, theres a disco on the 3rd floor." And we were like, "OI! We're nice girls, we dont club ok" HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The road up was scary though, i could swear there was a 65 degree elevation at one point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blah i sound so smart. Ok NEXT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-2314916692264519687?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2314916692264519687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=2314916692264519687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2314916692264519687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2314916692264519687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-one-singapore-to-genting.html' title='Day One - Singapore To Genting'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SWHjSL_FpAI/AAAAAAAAASM/5mYcWF3DvFI/s72-c/Image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-1115991531466548731</id><published>2008-12-14T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:01:00.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quicktime</title><content type='html'>My laptop was confiscated by my dad for about a month now. I asked him to allow me 30mins on it today, so ill be quick about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Today Kak Liah got married....i helped with the berkat budak but ahem, i didnt go for the wedding itself *shameful* coz i was kinda tired and had noone to go with....Bie wanted to accompany me but in the end i went, ohwhattheheck, and played Sims2 instead. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I met Bie's whole family last Saturday!! He's gonna meet mine next Saturday!! :))) Thing is, i thought his mum was his sister, and to make things short, i think i made a fool of myself coz i sort of erm....ignored her a little? HAHA. Long story. Will tell another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 31st coming soon! It's just going to be me and Mar at Genting and KL. Celebrate my bdae, then New Years' Eve then New Years' then her bdae!&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hmm....Bie says he wants to go for his degree in culinary after NS, but the semester requires him to travel to Switzerland for 2 years for attachment. Like that how.......But he said that if he were to go for it, we'll tunang first...But then...2years is a very long time Bie....haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My elder sis is still in Cambodia for her goodwill project with her school. Shes coming home on Christmas, missing her a little even though shes majorly a pain in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The 19th is coming! 1 month-sary! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I neeeedd more money...gotta get a job soon even if its part-time. Coz i have the insurance cum savings thing going on and they cut off $300 from my acct every month. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. Till i get my laptop back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasinah. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-1115991531466548731?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1115991531466548731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=1115991531466548731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1115991531466548731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/1115991531466548731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2008/12/quicktime.html' title='Quicktime'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-7736446704195671076</id><published>2008-11-24T18:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:19:26.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>New Books!</title><content type='html'>CCK National Library @ Lot 1 got a facelift and moved up to the 4th level of the shopping mall. Went there just now and shit, they brought in so many brand new books. Look look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272163949649088322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSp9Ldh0T0I/AAAAAAAAASE/yUHyy8rB_B0/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Took 5 out of the 89332948 new books on their shelves. New books make me happy! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but it also means i have to be extra careful not to damage them precioussssss. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss you, you you Head Chief of the DFs! Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-7736446704195671076?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7736446704195671076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=7736446704195671076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7736446704195671076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7736446704195671076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-books.html' title='New Books!'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSp9Ldh0T0I/AAAAAAAAASE/yUHyy8rB_B0/s72-c/Image018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-7526431201036521807</id><published>2008-11-23T21:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:34:33.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the past'/><title type='text'>Scaredy Cat</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching The Mummy on Channel 5 and waking hubbie up from his nap. Hes gonna cut his hair todayy! :) I wanna cut his hair! But ive never done it before, so i think ill make a mess out of it. Oh well, worst come to worst, just shave it all off wat right. Any stupid dumbfuck can handle a hair shaver kan kan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumbfuck dumbfuck dumbfuck DF DF DF. Hahahahaa favourite word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy, I think that was the 4th time i watched The Mummy and still it scares the crapshit out of me. OMG im such a scaredy-cat. My little sister (12 years old ) was sitting beside me (20 years old) the whole time and everytime i anticipated an ugly-ass mummy leaping out of the shadows, she will block my mouth with the sofa pillow. She says i make too much noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and I remember a longgg time ago, i watched Congkak at the movies with this guy. And i wasnt too keen on cuddling up to him right? Coz its the first date and he lied to me, he was 3 years younger than me! So i sort of uh...closed my eyes for the most part of the movie. The hantu wasnt even scary lor, coz at times i did catch a glimpse of it. Its the darned too loud music that makes my heart go BOOM BOOM BOOM KEDEBOOM! Can i kill the soundman of the movie? He did too good a job. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-7526431201036521807?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7526431201036521807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=7526431201036521807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7526431201036521807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7526431201036521807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/scaredy-cat.html' title='Scaredy Cat'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-3538996561473566710</id><published>2008-11-21T21:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:13:27.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>Spaghetti today!!</title><content type='html'>Since hubbie is a chef, ive been pestering him to cook for me for a week now......&lt;br /&gt;and today he did! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we went to the supermarket and bought stuff and ice cream for later, and then he started cooking...and we had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;spaghetti bolognaise for lunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271096346173785266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSayMwqMRLI/AAAAAAAAARU/0Ws1Caq7nXQ/s320/spaghetti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was quite excited when i first saw the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;spaghetti noodles&lt;/span&gt; before he boiled them, coz they were sort of clumped up and flat. That was when he corrected me and said, they were &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;LINGUINI noodles.&lt;/span&gt; (oooouuuhhhh....paham paham.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i learnt something else today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What we had this afternoon was the rustic kind of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;italian spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;, which means &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the onions and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tomatoes are chunky in the sauce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so it had bite and its quite macho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; The modern kind blends everything and is then mixed with the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;meat sauce&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so everything is smooth and pretty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA anyhowwwww only sina!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, compare. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;rustic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271112808343300994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSbBK_BQa4I/AAAAAAAAAR0/a4JEUlG5Lo0/s200/Spaghetti3_re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;modern &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271113167609297810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSbBf5Y8e5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hbBMDDPhTKs/s200/spaghetti3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;understood? ok good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and and i had my first taste of shisha today coz he has the bottle-snake apparatus at home....&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rose-flavoured!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271099627775982130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSa1LxlH-jI/AAAAAAAAARc/C28gAMD0oUo/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;interesting little thing.....and i was quite fascinated by the amount of smoke coming out of my mouth and nose...of course jakun la! Orang tak hisap rokok kan.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then we had &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;tan&lt;/span&gt; ice cream and soon it was time to leave, and he was so sweet, he sent me home all the way from Bedok....bus 67 took one and a half hours to reach CCK, and we both cuddled up and slept on the bus....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at this point, let me explain why i hate skinny guys. When you sleep against them, its like sleeping on a cardboard bed. And that is why, i could have sworn i was dreaming of &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;teddy bears&lt;/span&gt; when i slept in his arms. So nice! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we woke up at my stop, hubbie was hungry so we had dinner first before he took 67 back to Bedok....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271104823277644082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSa56MVP6TI/AAAAAAAAARk/endtB-PZOio/s320/spaghetti+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt; i truly feel like a pampered little wife today...sighs happily..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bby, im humbled to have you in my life...thank you for showing me that&lt;em&gt; it is&lt;/em&gt; possible for someone to love you back, as much as you love them. You knew of my exes and solemnly swore to treat me better. And ur right dear, its happening right now....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you Salahutdin Ayubi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i love you so much, cross my heart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-3538996561473566710?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3538996561473566710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=3538996561473566710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/3538996561473566710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/3538996561473566710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/spaghetti-today.html' title='Spaghetti today!!'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSayMwqMRLI/AAAAAAAAARU/0Ws1Caq7nXQ/s72-c/spaghetti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-2312710003996289662</id><published>2008-11-20T15:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:32:30.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>sunflowers are pretty</title><content type='html'>sunflowers are so pretty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSUQxnX3sRI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZHi-xujHlSg/s1600-h/sunflower+field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270637383475769618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSUQxnX3sRI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZHi-xujHlSg/s320/sunflower+field.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270637516800689762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSUQ5YDAhmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/lmwzIqzINWw/s320/sunflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if only i could get one on my ankle.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270637620055846530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSUQ_Ys9LoI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1h5eouUHmVI/s320/sunflower+tattoo3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;or a simple one around the wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270637716816330162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSURFBKc_bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1gusn0OSFmw/s320/sunflowertattoo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but hello wake up, who am i kidding? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but if i could, this would be it :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-2312710003996289662?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2312710003996289662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=2312710003996289662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2312710003996289662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2312710003996289662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunflowers-are-pretty.html' title='sunflowers are pretty'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSUQxnX3sRI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZHi-xujHlSg/s72-c/sunflower+field.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-8038724719640818751</id><published>2008-11-19T23:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:48:38.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>HAPPY! :)</title><content type='html'>how do you explain, the feeling of having someone who loves you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the sweet little kisses all over your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the warmth you feel when he envelops you in his arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the tenderness in his eyes when he gazes at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the countless times he reaches for your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the way he asks for permission rather than to steal a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the way he holds your body close in a crowded place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the possesive touch he claims on your waist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the way he says, "i would be a dumbfuck if after ive found you, i let you go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you keep it a secret, when what we are having is something so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270394929351577778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSQ0Q7YFULI/AAAAAAAAANo/8WevV3O7rAs/s320/Ayubi-+Has.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;finally....i think....ive found my fairytale :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-8038724719640818751?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8038724719640818751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=8038724719640818751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/8038724719640818751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/8038724719640818751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy.html' title='HAPPY! :)'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSQ0Q7YFULI/AAAAAAAAANo/8WevV3O7rAs/s72-c/Ayubi-+Has.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-3045476738419563040</id><published>2008-11-18T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:07:04.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>Mammia Mia Pic</title><content type='html'>saw this while browsing thru my gazillion photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269949383236757522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSKfCuwdqBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/WzFbMN1ipN8/s320/Movieee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;From left to right -&gt; Has, Yati, Mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #1: &lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT&lt;/strong&gt; wearing a horny expression.&lt;br /&gt;Fact #2: Yati &lt;strong&gt;IS NOT&lt;/strong&gt; wearing a horny expression either!&lt;br /&gt;Fact #2: Coincidentally, all of us wore black.&lt;br /&gt;Fact #3: In the cinema, watching Mamma Mia before going to CCK Stadium to play badminton.&lt;br /&gt;Fact #4: This was during the fasting month *eh! how come got food?!&lt;br /&gt;Fact #5: I think i just wrote 2 Fact #2s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-3045476738419563040?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3045476738419563040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=3045476738419563040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/3045476738419563040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/3045476738419563040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/mammia-mia-pic.html' title='Mammia Mia Pic'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSKfCuwdqBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/WzFbMN1ipN8/s72-c/Movieee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-7628908467010733417</id><published>2008-11-17T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:22:23.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>food is my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSEbeW6bUZI/AAAAAAAAANI/oSA0Vcpr3W0/s1600-h/foodie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269523247360856466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSEbeW6bUZI/AAAAAAAAANI/oSA0Vcpr3W0/s320/foodie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry yet? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-7628908467010733417?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7628908467010733417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=7628908467010733417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7628908467010733417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/7628908467010733417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/food-is-my-life.html' title='food is my life.'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SSEbeW6bUZI/AAAAAAAAANI/oSA0Vcpr3W0/s72-c/foodie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-3554818533527603425</id><published>2008-11-15T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:55:31.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Money is Evil.</title><content type='html'>i dunno ar....why isit 'so chicken mcnugget' for someone to ask for money. but 'so chicken mcdodol' for them to pay the debt. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;(interpret: so easy to ask, but so hard to pay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the first time this happened. and yea, not the second time either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darn it&lt;/strong&gt;, my pockets hurt can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its not &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the lame-ass guys who have no sense of integrity, who could even think of lending money from a girl&lt;/span&gt; ok. Thats why the words are in pink; they are pink sissies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even girls whom u thought were good friends are sometimes susceptible to this &lt;strong&gt;darned&lt;/strong&gt; illness. And it gets crazy when u try to ask them about ur money, coz they're your friends right....and its just embarrassing to ask....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they'll start talking about how we don't trust them and and how they thought you would be more understanding than to ask for the money so soon even though they had already promised to pay that day, and and it doesnt matter that you gave them an extra month before asking coz in the end ur just not understanding enough. ARGH. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt;, believe me. but we go to amazing lengths to get our hands on some. so WAKE UP PEOPLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-3554818533527603425?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3554818533527603425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=3554818533527603425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/3554818533527603425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/3554818533527603425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/money-is-evil.html' title='Money is Evil.'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-2498160463603131650</id><published>2008-11-14T21:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:48:22.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick me.</title><content type='html'>Sick and cold. sick and cold. sick and cold. sick and cold. sick and cold. sick and cold.&lt;br /&gt;excuse my language but its so &lt;strong&gt;damn farkkking&lt;/strong&gt; cold now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, ive been doing pretty much nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on my back and reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on my side and reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on my front and reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would have been my sweetest fantasy except for the fact that my joints are hurting like a bitch, i will suddenly get cold sweat and and i think i sound like a she-male.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz i hate being sick coz it makes me want a hug real bad :"(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-2498160463603131650?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2498160463603131650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=2498160463603131650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2498160463603131650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2498160463603131650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-me.html' title='sick me.'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-2592774816493410813</id><published>2008-11-13T19:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:47:15.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>2.90 umbrella ella ella</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was fun coz i met up with fattanah, someone i havnt &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;went out with for quite sometime. Usually we meet after work and walk home together and laugh ourselves senseless at stupid stuff along the way, but never was it a proper meeting. So it was really great to have planned an impromptu date for &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;. Yarm yarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it started to rain real bad and we couldnt walk back to my house, so we bought a cheap ass umbrella that she claims is "very auntie wan!". But so what, it costs $2.90 only so that made us both happy and dry :) and i get to keep the umbrellaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my whole family is sick and it all started from my smallest sister. Hmm how did she get sick anyway? And the wet weather isnt making things better coz its so bloody cold every single day. So sick people feel doubly cold yes? But im not gonna eat medicine coz medicine is for &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink and fluffy sissies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whenjeffcomesbackiwannahughimandkisshimandneverlethimgooverseasagaincozimisshimsomuch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-2592774816493410813?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2592774816493410813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=2592774816493410813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2592774816493410813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2592774816493410813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/290-umbrella-ella-ella.html' title='2.90 umbrella ella ella'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-4903752341938086254</id><published>2008-11-10T15:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:13:43.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>gdbye mistake</title><content type='html'>we had some good times and then again some bad ones...and now its time to REALLY close this chapter of ours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz maybe we just left too much hanging when the shit hit the fan. But im tired and frankly, i just &lt;em&gt;dont want &lt;/em&gt;to hold on to even the last sliver of memory i have of us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRfrkco856I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Esa9YRe0xgI/s1600-h/angels+come+together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRfrkco856I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Esa9YRe0xgI/s320/angels+come+together.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266937300628858786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is fight. Even when we're not together. I made my fatal mistakes, u did urs. We might not be happy with each other right now, but at least we're not hurting ourselves badly as before. I don't want to leave another hateful mark on ur heart, and mine can't bear to withstand another. So here's to the past and let's look forward to our future with our &lt;em&gt;own righful soulmates.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-4903752341938086254?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4903752341938086254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=4903752341938086254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4903752341938086254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4903752341938086254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/gdbye-mistake.html' title='gdbye mistake'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRfrkco856I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Esa9YRe0xgI/s72-c/angels+come+together.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-2317351028883195733</id><published>2008-11-09T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:06:03.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dearest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the future'/><title type='text'>looking forward</title><content type='html'>cant wait for two things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jeff to come back from his business trip at Kedah next week. My turn to treat him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Genting and KL with Mardiah to celebrate New Year's and our birthdays together!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT CANT WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-2317351028883195733?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2317351028883195733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=2317351028883195733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2317351028883195733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/2317351028883195733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/looking-forward.html' title='looking forward'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-6571980417266447535</id><published>2008-11-07T14:57:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:49:16.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>Part two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geylang (with Mar, Shiddiq, Ahmad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPnKKytMUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RYDqErQmUAw/s1600-h/Ahmad+N+Shiddiq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPnKKytMUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RYDqErQmUAw/s200/Ahmad+N+Shiddiq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265806551207981378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPnVASIyII/AAAAAAAAAIw/5JWYEFMcqoA/s1600-h/Nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPnVASIyII/AAAAAAAAAIw/5JWYEFMcqoA/s200/Nice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265806737365584002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPnnzau_5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/x0INBbQ-oUQ/s1600-h/Mar,+Shiddiq,+Has.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPnnzau_5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/x0INBbQ-oUQ/s200/Mar,+Shiddiq,+Has.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265807060329496466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivocity (with Mar, Ifah, Shiddiq, Ahmad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPoWCVxx4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/4r0UK_hckUI/s1600-h/DSC02248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPoWCVxx4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/4r0UK_hckUI/s200/DSC02248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265807854609221506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPotnqRUUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8Ho7kXbqpk4/s1600-h/DSC02266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPotnqRUUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8Ho7kXbqpk4/s200/DSC02266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265808259764277570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPpV88RnoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zdKWupBxA4g/s1600-h/DSC02324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPpV88RnoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zdKWupBxA4g/s200/DSC02324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265808952671706754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPpqnLyNaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/phyHGIeFKAM/s1600-h/DSC02299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPpqnLyNaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/phyHGIeFKAM/s200/DSC02299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265809307608429986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPqGzIUDAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wJVVf8mBIPY/s1600-h/DSC02327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPqGzIUDAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wJVVf8mBIPY/s200/DSC02327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265809791851432962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPqgpixf5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/5jpVQnZUk08/s1600-h/DSC02344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPqgpixf5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/5jpVQnZUk08/s200/DSC02344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265810235954659218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPq6PgEFwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_TELh3iiQIs/s1600-h/DSC02351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPq6PgEFwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_TELh3iiQIs/s200/DSC02351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265810675640571650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPrSk8MmJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JNLlJ4Izeqs/s1600-h/DSC02355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPrSk8MmJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JNLlJ4Izeqs/s200/DSC02355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265811093712574610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPro81judI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZhLQPffy1Vs/s1600-h/DSC02361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPro81judI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZhLQPffy1Vs/s200/DSC02361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265811478084303314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPr-fN50uI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-Acqvw-gp2Y/s1600-h/DSC02364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPr-fN50uI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-Acqvw-gp2Y/s200/DSC02364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265811848090473186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPsYneR8sI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/J6hw45tkDCY/s1600-h/DSC02365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPsYneR8sI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/J6hw45tkDCY/s200/DSC02365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265812296983245506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPsyacQD4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/x9Basu_EblQ/s1600-h/DSC02369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPsyacQD4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/x9Basu_EblQ/s200/DSC02369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265812740161671042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPtG_FGZII/AAAAAAAAAKg/u7JQnESGZSo/s1600-h/DSC02376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPtG_FGZII/AAAAAAAAAKg/u7JQnESGZSo/s200/DSC02376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265813093594064002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPtk2OIhAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ks7bhwpd1Rs/s1600-h/DSC02380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPtk2OIhAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ks7bhwpd1Rs/s200/DSC02380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265813606612108290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPt7raeELI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lFNKZifnPj8/s1600-h/DSC02382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPt7raeELI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lFNKZifnPj8/s200/DSC02382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265813998848053426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPuVlGR0wI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jGa0NsxOSY0/s1600-h/DSC02411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPuVlGR0wI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jGa0NsxOSY0/s200/DSC02411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265814443829351170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPvBegpieI/AAAAAAAAALA/zN2sRq0hA5o/s1600-h/DSC02432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPvBegpieI/AAAAAAAAALA/zN2sRq0hA5o/s200/DSC02432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265815197975153122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPvYigv13I/AAAAAAAAALI/xHsWRg9DVuE/s1600-h/DSC02435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPvYigv13I/AAAAAAAAALI/xHsWRg9DVuE/s200/DSC02435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265815594186299250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPv1M_Ye6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/dh99jRA9KdE/s1600-h/DSC02438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPv1M_Ye6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/dh99jRA9KdE/s200/DSC02438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265816086625418146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPwNfodL-I/AAAAAAAAALY/jHWLd0VeNpY/s1600-h/DSC02439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPwNfodL-I/AAAAAAAAALY/jHWLd0VeNpY/s200/DSC02439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265816503946391522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPwh7lEMrI/AAAAAAAAALg/npHzFEVBpgM/s1600-h/DSC02444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPwh7lEMrI/AAAAAAAAALg/npHzFEVBpgM/s200/DSC02444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265816855045747378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPw3yR27sI/AAAAAAAAALo/HGJezgbEGXo/s1600-h/DSC02454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPw3yR27sI/AAAAAAAAALo/HGJezgbEGXo/s200/DSC02454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265817230506389186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPxPSch7nI/AAAAAAAAALw/r1Z8FaLh810/s1600-h/DSC02457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPxPSch7nI/AAAAAAAAALw/r1Z8FaLh810/s200/DSC02457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265817634278076018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPxlDIcQaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wiERTADMe8A/s1600-h/DSC02458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPxlDIcQaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wiERTADMe8A/s200/DSC02458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265818008124408226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPx7BXpAoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/amF46xU7_WU/s1600-h/DSC02459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPx7BXpAoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/amF46xU7_WU/s200/DSC02459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265818385608409730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPyPO0aenI/AAAAAAAAAMI/XQGt9qJJFBA/s1600-h/DSC02468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPyPO0aenI/AAAAAAAAAMI/XQGt9qJJFBA/s200/DSC02468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265818732816136818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPyiei0qyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/rdoPplVw1R8/s1600-h/DSC02470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPyiei0qyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/rdoPplVw1R8/s200/DSC02470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265819063454837538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPy2G7p3JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1sztZs8abFk/s1600-h/DSC02471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPy2G7p3JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1sztZs8abFk/s200/DSC02471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265819400713919634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-6571980417266447535?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6571980417266447535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=6571980417266447535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6571980417266447535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/6571980417266447535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPnKKytMUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RYDqErQmUAw/s72-c/Ahmad+N+Shiddiq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-5688035957044881932</id><published>2008-11-07T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:45:13.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pixes'/><title type='text'>Pixes coz its safe (Part One)</title><content type='html'>Part one....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, first posting will be simple.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;random pictures from last month, some of which hasnt been shown to anyone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugis (with Ifah, Mar, Shiddiq, Ahmad) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPYb6iZ-jI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pHHOWpaBAzA/s1600-h/3+dara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPYb6iZ-jI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pHHOWpaBAzA/s200/3+dara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265790363407874610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPZBjU6teI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0dztmqiDYA0/s1600-h/Has,+Ifah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPZBjU6teI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0dztmqiDYA0/s200/Has,+Ifah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265791010012313058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPZRqYa0ZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/r1myHZWaq04/s1600-h/Adik+Bodoh+N+Diq+Bodoh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPZRqYa0ZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/r1myHZWaq04/s200/Adik+Bodoh+N+Diq+Bodoh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265791286783955346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPfLYUWeeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4_faIz9w3as/s1600-h/Has,+Mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPfLYUWeeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4_faIz9w3as/s200/Has,+Mar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265797775925606882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa (with Mar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPgtZvt36I/AAAAAAAAAHo/MPxuW06wAUo/s1600-h/DSC01912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPgtZvt36I/AAAAAAAAAHo/MPxuW06wAUo/s200/DSC01912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265799459936001954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPhf70e6sI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aWuJXUGKBtI/s1600-h/DSC01930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPhf70e6sI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aWuJXUGKBtI/s200/DSC01930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265800328076257986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPh4ulWixI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CTUcyS2QrCI/s1600-h/DSC01955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPh4ulWixI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CTUcyS2QrCI/s200/DSC01955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265800754019863314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPiSeBPrqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ojI5wEO2Au8/s1600-h/DSC02019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPiSeBPrqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ojI5wEO2Au8/s200/DSC02019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265801196250050210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPiyvMieNI/AAAAAAAAAII/4h7ICyLLO70/s1600-h/DSC02006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPiyvMieNI/AAAAAAAAAII/4h7ICyLLO70/s200/DSC02006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265801750616635602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPjJPyAVmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/y_1FBg7ERO0/s1600-h/DSC02000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPjJPyAVmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/y_1FBg7ERO0/s200/DSC02000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265802137320838754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPjiYyGqmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V9Bz0_81jPw/s1600-h/DSC02052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPjiYyGqmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V9Bz0_81jPw/s200/DSC02052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265802569233902178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPj3GuaCiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ulpzuPA02kg/s1600-h/DSC01992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPj3GuaCiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ulpzuPA02kg/s200/DSC01992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265802925163809314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-5688035957044881932?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5688035957044881932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=5688035957044881932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5688035957044881932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/5688035957044881932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/pixes-coz-its-safe-part-one.html' title='Pixes coz its safe (Part One)'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv7GIeTigAc/SRPYb6iZ-jI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pHHOWpaBAzA/s72-c/3+dara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095345043113728159.post-4586431199817610304</id><published>2008-11-07T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:18:31.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>first up.</title><content type='html'>testing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;testing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095345043113728159-4586431199817610304?l=darned-dawnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4586431199817610304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4095345043113728159&amp;postID=4586431199817610304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4586431199817610304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095345043113728159/posts/default/4586431199817610304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darned-dawnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-up.html' title='first up.'/><author><name>dawnie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
