<?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-553775228915395095</id><updated>2011-10-12T04:51:41.639+08:00</updated><category term='great eastern'/><category term='back'/><category term='black'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='tired'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='competition'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='raymond lam'/><category term='assignments'/><category term='rush'/><category term='end'/><category term='wall'/><category term='fortune script'/><category term='male nurses'/><category term='memoirs'/><category term='bald'/><category term='family'/><category term='emo'/><category term='concert'/><category term='Formula One'/><category term='karaoke'/><category term='camwhore'/><category term='postponed'/><category term='injection'/><category term='spend'/><category term='grandpa&apos;s birthday'/><category term='lust'/><category term='anti-forlorn'/><category term='last minute'/><category term='loner'/><category term='advice'/><category term='mothers&apos; day'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='college'/><category term='wet'/><category term='dream'/><category term='april fool'/><category term='accident'/><category term='depression'/><category term='disappointments'/><category term='boring'/><category term='movie'/><category term='ICAC'/><category term='forlorn'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='dessert'/><category term='vegetables'/><category term='power'/><category term='busy'/><category term='wrong ways'/><category term='sick'/><category term='eastern wedding costume'/><category term='love'/><category term='hospital'/><category term='year 1e'/><category term='invisible'/><category term='malacca'/><category term='trust'/><category term='white valentines'/><category term='beach'/><category term='baskin robbin'/><category term='eve'/><category term='Jeff'/><category term='colours'/><category term='gold'/><category term='7 years old'/><category term='doll'/><category term='sports day'/><category term='airport'/><category term='results'/><category term='disturb'/><category term='renovate'/><category term='KLCC'/><category term='Esprit'/><category term='dead rat'/><category term='chat'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='cake'/><category term='robbery'/><category term='outing'/><category term='Japanese'/><category term='melbourne'/><category term='couple'/><category term='gathering'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='christianity'/><category term='eric'/><category term='road blocks'/><category term='bruise'/><category term='early'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='fruits'/><category term='Green'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='2010'/><category term='single'/><category term='bored'/><category term='first'/><category term='happy'/><category term='5 science 3'/><category term='trip'/><category term='life'/><category term='break up'/><category term='Yen'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='miserable'/><category term='GDB'/><category term='food'/><category term='cap'/><category term='jw marriott'/><category term='dentist'/><category term='cards'/><category term='masks'/><title type='text'>Lady Ivy ♥.</title><subtitle type='html'>www.bibu-ivy.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-7777840340459963314</id><published>2011-02-09T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:57:51.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems</title><content type='html'>Gosh I think my head is gonna burst with all the problems stuck in my head each time I thought of something. One of it was an argument between the both of us and almost two days have not spoken. I knew we missed each other too much until we were too worry sometimes but I am under a massive stress with my assignments assigned with close datelines which always drive me crazy and sleepless nights. Until we finally spoke to each other today, I felt that we are quite apart and things started to feel quite cold during the conversation. The replies are like very short and not as informative if I would say but it does not even feel like it is a conversation between lovers or couples. I don't know. All I knew was, I was being very depressed and couldn't concentrate on my stuffs since the day we argued. Tears keep filling up till I keep holding on to it so that it don't pour. Sighs. My life is so so full of miseries. Mind full of rubbish problems which can't be deleted nor removed. HELP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.iamsodepressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Being apart would make a relationship stronger,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But being apart may make each other think too much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Misses each other very much&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where we have to wait until it comes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you and of course I miss you either,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My trust are fully on you where I can rely.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please no more depression.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It brings me deep down into the darkness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bring me light, make me bright.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brighter than the sun shining on us.&lt;/i&gt;&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/553775228915395095-7777840340459963314?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7777840340459963314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2011/02/problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7777840340459963314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7777840340459963314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2011/02/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-1857349406127422914</id><published>2011-02-08T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:40:51.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not blogging this long and I know it's rotting or maybe rotten. It seems there are a lot of stuffs bothering me around and getting my ass buzzed. Anyway, life is so so tough in Singapore and I have started to regret for not loving my own country and so as appreciating it. It is fun to be in Singapore for holidays but not to live or study here because seriously you can see the people here don't live lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first day of my college as I was travelling with Cindy to the MRT station at where I live from Boon Keng to Bugis station, we saw many "zombies" walking in speed like being hypnotized to one direction at Dhoby Ghaut station as its an interchange between the MRTs. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it has many problems between my life with the college life here. I don't enjoy it at all and in fact, I hated it very much as there are two devils around. I don't care if he or she read this but this is the truth. Yes I have been unwell for a week struggling with my bad health before the Chinese New Year but this fella as a group mate of mine, he thought of being selfish and left me alone as he said that we should split the group into individuals as I have not done much things. Fuck you. Then, what am I looking at when you are presenting? You just added few slides and then you did the incomplete report yourself and that is it. Others are done by me although I'm sick and slow in progress as you don't know how I struggled through. You chose what you wanna do and other major ones are done by me especially the paper works! On the other hand, other assignments that are group assigned, he split it either when at first he said that "It's okay. We still can be group." in front of the lecturer and then met the lecturer to tell that you are not willing to? Are you ball-less? Fuck you gay shit. Giving me so many problems when at first you just approach to me right away when the lecturer says that it's a group work. *spits*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life here is super tough as I don't know why everyday I have to rush up and down, here and there for the sake of the assignments, purchasing stuffs, printings and such. I am so so so tired of this life in Singapore which sometimes I pity they have to suffer so much when they can't even or maybe I should say they are afraid of being a loser. Oh well, people here are very very very bossy and not as friendly as you think which makes me can't even communicate sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I guess I really miss my own country with all the tasty food and friendly people and especially my friends with all my love! The food in Singapore sucks! Which either the food is tasteless or too salty. Damn. Make me come back please.. It feels like jail here after each time I went back to Johor Bahru with my love to search for food and love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-1857349406127422914?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1857349406127422914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2011/02/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1857349406127422914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1857349406127422914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2011/02/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-3493960717916148535</id><published>2011-01-11T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T01:16:45.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>It's the very first time I see this kind of anger in my life not even in my family itself but the one who suppose to be as a part of the family. The yell was frightening and my heartbeat went really fast till I was really scared that I'm so gonna get whacked up. Sigh. I was very upset when I picked up the call and it was girl and it's one of the ex. Well, at first I got scolded for being so childish but actually I just wanna answer that I'm sorry I am. I doubt there's any girl out there will accept it 100% without thinking other doubts. And it was cured after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just needed some companion but instead I got yelled. It's just few hours before I left you for a few days and then you can do whatever you want. Sadly, all I get is yelling before&amp;nbsp;explanations that I suppose to speak out but I did not. I was really taking a nap after locking the room when I was kinda upset that you rather Dota than to stay with me no matter what just for that few hours although it's just laying down on the bed. But instead you banged the door that I locked. If I am that pissed of you, I would have locked all the doors including the other room's and the toilet's. When you're pissed, you always don't realise that whatever you're saying out are very direct that strikes the person's heart and even your loved ones. The patience is very important to me where you have to have it in many situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was crying by the door, there are voices that I heard that says, "Hey, it's okay. Just accept it as it's your life's luck." and the other says "Are you sure you gonna continue this? Don't you afraid that one day you became his wife, he will whack you when he's angry?" Although my thoughts now is more to the negative part, but whatever I do, I still don't think that I did hurt the feeling of love between us. Not me but just you. Even I have heard before that no one likes it when you got scolded and then slowly apologize for being rude or so, neither do I. While keep thinking about all these upset stuffs, I began to feel too over depressed and began to scratch my left hand down by the wrist till the elbow part. Every time I think of it, I'll just keep scratching till the cells are so red and dead on the skin. It's not that I don't wanna say sorry, it's just that you came in in flame that I have no idea to find an extinguisher to put it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you've scolded me and I only know how to cry because I'm hurt but are you? Yes, I don't like it when I'm here and you were playing Dota but that was what I've told since the last argument that makes a near break up again. Atleast, I'll just shut up and keep quiet so that I don't say things that hurts that makes me thinks that it's so awful. I understand because it's not just once or twice but I have had it more than enough before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were talking to me through the whole journey and even that few minutes short "talk" in the car, I really kept thinking of will you beat me up? Should I break up to avoid? But what I think avoiding wasn't the idea anyway just kept calm again than to do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached destination and went to eat. While ordering I have asked if you want to although it's not really that proper. I actually forgot that I need to borrow some cash to you but instead you just said that my anger doesn't mean that it shows that you don't have it too and you just walked away like that when I was giving you the money. Fine. I'm not blaming anything. I'm just gonna be emo for like, a week? Weird questions like should I be going back coming week? should I continue? I don't know how to answer it but just ignoring those questions. But even if you saw this, if you think that I wrote this just because I wanna boss you? I'm sorry I'm not but I'm trying to write my feelings out that have been stuck there for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. :-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really love you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but it kept hurting me deep inside,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;how and what should i do?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my heart is going to be sliced into half soon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;remember?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;can you be my pain killer pill?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;all these,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;was just a silly dream that i'm falling into.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;please wake.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sigh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-3493960717916148535?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3493960717916148535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2011/01/anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/3493960717916148535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/3493960717916148535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2011/01/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-1813761408838647875</id><published>2011-01-02T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:59:03.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life 2011!</title><content type='html'>Hi bloggy! It's been long I neglected this blog due to working times without internet connections for my private laptop until night. But by that time, the battery installed in my body is already weak and going to be shut down soon. Anyways, how did you guys past your new year? Good or bad it doesn't matter but what matter is what we did is right or wrong. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, new year I flew to Singapore with my mum and both my brothers early in the morning. Didn't knew that my dad surprised us when we were eating our breakfast at McDonalds. I was really surprised and kinda upset when my dad waving goodbye to me as I was leaving the house that morning but in the end as he turned up at the airport, I was kinda touched and wanted to cry but I just did not. Reached Changi airport at 10.00am and proceed to my aunty's house at Jurong West by car. Waited everything till 2.30pm and went to settle my stuffs which is my new house! Went to Singapore's Ikea and bought some D.I.Y. tables and mirrors and other stuffs back to my new room shared with my best colleague Cindy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was tired after screwing up every single table legs that it should use a driller to drill that screw into the desk board but we don't have one. Went to bed real early with red hands. o-m-g.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-1813761408838647875?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1813761408838647875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-life-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1813761408838647875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1813761408838647875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-life-2011.html' title='New Life 2011!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-7435424278226747485</id><published>2010-11-18T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:50:46.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang On!</title><content type='html'>Hang on there readers! While I need to take some of my free time to edit my photos to post it into my blog for better and faster loading pictures for quick viewers. Thank you! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7435424278226747485?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7435424278226747485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/11/hang-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7435424278226747485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7435424278226747485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/11/hang-on.html' title='Hang On!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-2407333979666643691</id><published>2010-11-18T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:47:30.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Understand</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why does someone has to be angry or upset of something which is told by him or herself that we should be frank with each other? You wanna be so upset about it go ahead but I'm still living. I just said that it don't have to be too over nauseating but not you don't have to. Every time something's wrong why don't just leave it instead of deleting everything that has been posted or so? Face the damn fact as it is. Sometimes is not that I don't wanna entertain you which I think and I know I should but it's like everyday thing will make you go bored somehow sooner or later. Everyday just asking the same old shit thing which is "Why don't you do your assignments than to wait for gym and eating meals only?" All I get the reply is, "Oh, alright." and the thing is this is a big fat lie which when I'm there right beside you, there are no progress worked at all. It's not that you're working and you have no time to do it and instead of doing stuffs which is better than playing games at home just sitting around? It's not that I wanna scold or what it's like I can't get myself away for too long for trying to get a chance to speak out the truth of the facts. What my mom told me was sitting and lying around at home for too long with no opportunities to go out and look for a job while you were free will grow lazier and lazier, then in the end we don't get jobs neither do our work will be completed. Every time I said that complete your work earlier, then we'll have earlier holidays and better and more relaxed than being so restless like what we did for our previous graduation. Oh well, I know I've spoken something that may cause anger but this is what I saw and the truth than to lie being in any relationship or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-2407333979666643691?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2407333979666643691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2407333979666643691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2407333979666643691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-understand.html' title='Don&apos;t Understand'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-7870727080543977894</id><published>2010-11-04T14:45:00.095+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T16:24:41.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore!</title><content type='html'>Hi, peeps good morning! Had breakfast and then hurried with mum, Ken, and my cousin, Evelyn ( Jia Xian ) to Singapore's Raffles Education Corp. to enroll and meet Rei Pynn (a consultant) at 12.00pm. Supposingly, my other cousin who is same age as me called, Jeff Tan, was unable to join us as he has to attend his classes until 12.00pm and then join us afterthat. We somehow asked for many directions and we got lost and even Evelyn as a Singaporean she doesn't know how to go (==") because none of us got a directory map nor an iPhone! (That's one of the reasons why I need one. LOL) Anyway, we somehow found it and got there on 12.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After enrolling, Jeff met us at my future college, Raffles Education Corp., Singapore, and we planned to go for Marina Bay Sands! I just can't wait to see the amazing building with a kinda weird top as a roof but it's actually a swimming pool as referred to most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, we went to places nearby Bugis but we didn't get into Bugis Street because my mum doesn't likes it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMebhF212I/AAAAAAAABG0/XsDcntS4uoM/s1600/04112010190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMebhF212I/AAAAAAAABG0/XsDcntS4uoM/s320/04112010190.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMec2zAyFI/AAAAAAAABG4/SHIcDCb1_hA/s1600/04112010191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMec2zAyFI/AAAAAAAABG4/SHIcDCb1_hA/s320/04112010191.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Bugis Street which is a good place for affordable stuffs for many shoppers and also a very good choice for tourists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a very amazing exterior design building called Iluma which most of them said that it's not very successful in terms of the attractions of publicity. In fact, it's quite true when we went in there although the designs in the interior as well as the exterior were very extra-ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm taking this escalator and it's freaking long and high! It goes up from the ground floor until the fourth floor! Amazing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMexHdN-gI/AAAAAAAABG8/rtnmMpiDBpk/s1600/04112010184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMexHdN-gI/AAAAAAAABG8/rtnmMpiDBpk/s320/04112010184.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few pictures of viewing around the mall. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMfFKyVhfI/AAAAAAAABHA/4DgaEKRo1b8/s1600/04112010185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMfFKyVhfI/AAAAAAAABHA/4DgaEKRo1b8/s320/04112010185.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMfKcYQINI/AAAAAAAABHE/fdhijRN4uR0/s1600/04112010187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMfKcYQINI/AAAAAAAABHE/fdhijRN4uR0/s320/04112010187.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMfQTv9xxI/AAAAAAAABHI/JBC26W6PESc/s1600/04112010189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMfQTv9xxI/AAAAAAAABHI/JBC26W6PESc/s320/04112010189.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceed to our plan which is Marina Bay Sands! We took MRT ofcourse as it is very convenient to every place in Singapore and also a famous transport there. Dropped off at the last station of the Red line, Marina Bay station. When we were there, we didn't know how to get a bus to that place because none of us got there before as it is famous for it's casino. We decided to walk and it's quite a distance though. As we were walking, took some amazing buildings' photos and here it is. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMgYtoiQ_I/AAAAAAAABHM/O1tOHJaQKOs/s1600/04112010192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMgYtoiQ_I/AAAAAAAABHM/O1tOHJaQKOs/s320/04112010192.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at this building! This is what I'm talking about, the Marina Bay Sands! Look at this distance that this photo was taken as we came out from Marina Bay's MRT Station.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMgZmoJLhI/AAAAAAAABHQ/gvLCCMLyVo4/s1600/04112010193.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMgZmoJLhI/AAAAAAAABHQ/gvLCCMLyVo4/s320/04112010193.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This building is amazing and I have no idea what it is inside but it looks like a coral to me. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMgmed_e4I/AAAAAAAABHg/pt1GyuBSpkE/s1600/04112010199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMgmed_e4I/AAAAAAAABHg/pt1GyuBSpkE/s320/04112010199.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The national library, where we were from before we got here. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMgp2bwYPI/AAAAAAAABHs/6ONetpTziLM/s1600/04112010204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMgp2bwYPI/AAAAAAAABHs/6ONetpTziLM/s320/04112010204.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buildings of this country! The one of the left, I've no idea what these buildings are but it is freaking tall that I have to walk a few distance in order to get the full height photo. =="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMgovshV1I/AAAAAAAABHo/pJh3lAlIgwg/s1600/04112010203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMgovshV1I/AAAAAAAABHo/pJh3lAlIgwg/s320/04112010203.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving on to Marina Bay Sands Shopping Mall. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMgsm9vglI/AAAAAAAABH0/9bqFU-d10Ho/s1600/04112010208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMgsm9vglI/AAAAAAAABH0/9bqFU-d10Ho/s320/04112010208.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMgrdkAVdI/AAAAAAAABHw/e5y3_LRvX0k/s1600/04112010207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMgrdkAVdI/AAAAAAAABHw/e5y3_LRvX0k/s320/04112010207.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Ferrari store was attracting me a lot and mum was actually planning to buy a Ferrari Polo T for us but failed. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMiF4TBUmI/AAAAAAAABH4/sZ-5cldgHyY/s1600/04112010212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMiF4TBUmI/AAAAAAAABH4/sZ-5cldgHyY/s320/04112010212.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this light box which it's very eye-catching and more like a Tokyo style of a Chanel store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other views of the mall, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMiqhz7pPI/AAAAAAAABH8/Yrpl2atwmu8/s1600/04112010214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMiqhz7pPI/AAAAAAAABH8/Yrpl2atwmu8/s320/04112010214.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMixyohMpI/AAAAAAAABIQ/9KdIcYOq9-s/s1600/04112010219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMixyohMpI/AAAAAAAABIQ/9KdIcYOq9-s/s320/04112010219.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMiscvreeI/AAAAAAAABIA/7FZ-UfcYPYk/s1600/04112010215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMiscvreeI/AAAAAAAABIA/7FZ-UfcYPYk/s320/04112010215.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hublot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMiudI_6MI/AAAAAAAABIE/nd9JimnpNXc/s1600/04112010216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMiudI_6MI/AAAAAAAABIE/nd9JimnpNXc/s320/04112010216.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hysek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMivWIeaTI/AAAAAAAABII/3ozsaWtzNww/s1600/04112010217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMivWIeaTI/AAAAAAAABII/3ozsaWtzNww/s320/04112010217.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mondial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMiwfN0wBI/AAAAAAAABIM/327ocz9F6fA/s1600/04112010218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMiwfN0wBI/AAAAAAAABIM/327ocz9F6fA/s320/04112010218.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Richard Mille&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMiyx_z78I/AAAAAAAABIU/mDs-ZpdT6FQ/s1600/04112010222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMiyx_z78I/AAAAAAAABIU/mDs-ZpdT6FQ/s320/04112010222.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A further view of Chanel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMjtU8b0OI/AAAAAAAABIY/GddN4908lMY/s1600/04112010223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMjtU8b0OI/AAAAAAAABIY/GddN4908lMY/s320/04112010223.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Casino entrance! Too bad, I can't enter because I'm still consider as underage! :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As we went further inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMkKxrbPbI/AAAAAAAABIc/cdnQCmR25UA/s1600/04112010227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMkKxrbPbI/AAAAAAAABIc/cdnQCmR25UA/s320/04112010227.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fendi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMkW03zykI/AAAAAAAABIg/1HOU7ju5JVc/s1600/04112010228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMkW03zykI/AAAAAAAABIg/1HOU7ju5JVc/s320/04112010228.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dior!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while we were walking, we saw this performance and we stopped by to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMklwRzF3I/AAAAAAAABIk/sadCF3ZeMJw/s1600/04112010229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMklwRzF3I/AAAAAAAABIk/sadCF3ZeMJw/s320/04112010229.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-19a0a99b27aab075" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D19a0a99b27aab075%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331461466%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69C0385179AC713DE8AB31186BF25AAEB7C4F78A.31E2F1039CA43AB96437685F5C913C6B3929C4E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D19a0a99b27aab075%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEWiRfPbcFKkT2MWWWiBbL0NoUo0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D19a0a99b27aab075%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331461466%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69C0385179AC713DE8AB31186BF25AAEB7C4F78A.31E2F1039CA43AB96437685F5C913C6B3929C4E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D19a0a99b27aab075%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEWiRfPbcFKkT2MWWWiBbL0NoUo0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterthat, all pictures are all the branded shops in big big lots which means it's a very expensive and high pay for rental fees. Gosh! Look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMqcureP4I/AAAAAAAABIw/LVFgs09LfDw/s1600/04112010231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMqcureP4I/AAAAAAAABIw/LVFgs09LfDw/s320/04112010231.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMqeCDdlsI/AAAAAAAABI0/wBbhtQgj1BY/s1600/04112010232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMqeCDdlsI/AAAAAAAABI0/wBbhtQgj1BY/s320/04112010232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMqbQuia9I/AAAAAAAABIs/YrRl7Mv2r6Q/s1600/04112010230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMqbQuia9I/AAAAAAAABIs/YrRl7Mv2r6Q/s320/04112010230.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Burberry!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMqjR4mgkI/AAAAAAAABI8/_KVnH8bzQoI/s1600/04112010234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMqjR4mgkI/AAAAAAAABI8/_KVnH8bzQoI/s320/04112010234.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vertu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMqkmp0DHI/AAAAAAAABJA/IYlVfL1txSA/s1600/04112010235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMqkmp0DHI/AAAAAAAABJA/IYlVfL1txSA/s320/04112010235.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow, I just like this water feature though. It's flowing but the water was so still that it seems like it is not moving nor flowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMt8UtTZyI/AAAAAAAABJc/iVHtHDCRBZk/s1600/04112010238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMt8UtTZyI/AAAAAAAABJc/iVHtHDCRBZk/s320/04112010238.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMt9RFmaYI/AAAAAAAABJg/eDZXobTzplg/s1600/04112010239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMt9RFmaYI/AAAAAAAABJg/eDZXobTzplg/s320/04112010239.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entrance to heaven~ I like the soft lighting though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMygy3tExI/AAAAAAAABKI/bnGmRmkyXU8/s1600/04112010241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMygy3tExI/AAAAAAAABKI/bnGmRmkyXU8/s320/04112010241.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at this interior in their hotel! N-I-C-E !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMyrrselmI/AAAAAAAABKM/FCMXhkSj6TU/s1600/04112010244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMyrrselmI/AAAAAAAABKM/FCMXhkSj6TU/s320/04112010244.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Spot :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMy1YPpR-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/H1H5Qnqdi7o/s1600/04112010245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMy1YPpR-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/H1H5Qnqdi7o/s320/04112010245.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMy4Ip-c5I/AAAAAAAABKU/cTAhSnDFAQ0/s1600/04112010246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMy4Ip-c5I/AAAAAAAABKU/cTAhSnDFAQ0/s320/04112010246.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMy5OsLwTI/AAAAAAAABKY/sGCL3k8_4gM/s1600/04112010247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMy5OsLwTI/AAAAAAAABKY/sGCL3k8_4gM/s320/04112010247.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my god. This water feature thing is really really amazing. Look at it really closely!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm, I guess this building used a lot of materials that uses wind and water to create the effects and an interesting attraction. Take a look at the overall. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQM04mRV0NI/AAAAAAAABKc/FKfnknQjK90/s1600/04112010248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQM04mRV0NI/AAAAAAAABKc/FKfnknQjK90/s320/04112010248.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQM06EyudyI/AAAAAAAABKg/sqm6gAXXWRk/s1600/04112010249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQM06EyudyI/AAAAAAAABKg/sqm6gAXXWRk/s320/04112010249.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQM07P7_xrI/AAAAAAAABKk/o3w5n1tDJ0c/s1600/04112010250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQM07P7_xrI/AAAAAAAABKk/o3w5n1tDJ0c/s320/04112010250.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQM08j6OFjI/AAAAAAAABKo/Pw95N-h13bA/s1600/04112010251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQM08j6OFjI/AAAAAAAABKo/Pw95N-h13bA/s320/04112010251.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQM091CKYqI/AAAAAAAABKs/QQmxIPbuq18/s1600/04112010252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQM091CKYqI/AAAAAAAABKs/QQmxIPbuq18/s320/04112010252.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQM0_RrFkuI/AAAAAAAABKw/r-_IbEC7yBM/s1600/04112010254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQM0_RrFkuI/AAAAAAAABKw/r-_IbEC7yBM/s320/04112010254.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQM1Amoy2lI/AAAAAAAABK0/K7ZXhVsCL2c/s1600/04112010255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQM1Amoy2lI/AAAAAAAABK0/K7ZXhVsCL2c/s320/04112010255.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7870727080543977894?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7870727080543977894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/11/singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7870727080543977894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7870727080543977894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/11/singapore.html' title='Singapore!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMebhF212I/AAAAAAAABG0/XsDcntS4uoM/s72-c/04112010190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-1858881712709981414</id><published>2010-11-03T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T14:40:03.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work &amp; Off to Holiday!</title><content type='html'>Wake up in the morning, went to work and having calls from 12.00pm onwards till 6.00pm. Calls which was kept asking about, "Have you prepared for your trip?" "What are you doing?" "Have you got all the documents ready to enroll studies in Singapore's Raffles?". DAMN, I'm fine, I've done and I know! Anyways, work all the way from 9.00am until 6.00pm and then I'm off to airport immediately with my working outfit. Oh well, I was shivering with hunger and we had McDonald's as usual when we were in KLIA Airport. Afterthat, we checked-in and off we proceed to our boarding stations and off we go! Bye, Malaysia for 4 days 5 nights and "Hi!" Singapore for 4 days 4 nights! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tzywen.com/photos/misc/klia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.tzywen.com/photos/misc/klia.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79odMO4kQv0/TF0wCaOTb9I/AAAAAAAAH-I/aEm1G8zaYBA/s400/mcd_lovin_it__clr%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79odMO4kQv0/TF0wCaOTb9I/AAAAAAAAH-I/aEm1G8zaYBA/s400/mcd_lovin_it__clr%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMchncWQRI/AAAAAAAABGk/tGqq7m2kRcE/s1600/IMG_0183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMchncWQRI/AAAAAAAABGk/tGqq7m2kRcE/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cheese~ :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-1858881712709981414?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1858881712709981414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/10/work-off-to-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1858881712709981414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1858881712709981414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/10/work-off-to-holiday.html' title='Work &amp; Off to Holiday!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_79odMO4kQv0/TF0wCaOTb9I/AAAAAAAAH-I/aEm1G8zaYBA/s72-c/mcd_lovin_it__clr%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-4696733828169130307</id><published>2010-10-26T14:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T14:45:14.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you</title><content type='html'>Flowers from my love with much kind care and honest love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TQMdqYIHrQI/AAAAAAAABGo/qWOe8HqRNDQ/s1600/28102010158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I was kinda curious and I almost late for it! :x Anyways, first person I met is the secretary, Angel Tan and she introduced me to the other working &amp;nbsp;colleagues by bringing me around the whole office. There are 4 architects [Gong, Chin, Mischa, Daniel], 3 fit-outs [PJ, Xiao Li, Wing Hou] , 2 interior designers [1 senior (Rachel), 1 junior(me)], 1 project manager (Azmi), 1 sales manager (Samantha), and 1 3-D drafter (Edy) in a Design &amp;amp; Out-Fit office. More introduced staffs I can't really remember cuz' there are too many of them because it includes other departments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoned and sat at my workstation for 9 hours doing nothing because the stupid computer hasn't been set up after contacting the IT guy, Sukran, as he's still fixing the building's network. Wait, wait, wait and waited till I went back and he said he'll be coming the next morning. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, B came to fetch me as he says he insists because it's my first day of work yet tonight is our 5th month being together. We went to the look-out point which is very famous for sitting in one of the restaurants up there and enjoying the skyline view of KL city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.i&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-266525986661454619?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/266525986661454619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/11/work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/266525986661454619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/266525986661454619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/11/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-8712005788033324353</id><published>2010-10-22T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:23:57.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>Went for a job interview at Pavilion Retail Office Tower introduced by my dad as I've waited too long for my friend, Alex Lee, to approve and set an appointment for an interview although he told me the pay was low but what I really want is just to learn. Appointed at 2.30pm and here I go interviewing with Mr. Tan Peng Han, the head of design fit-out with my brother, Ken and my dad accompanying me. After around five to ten minutes, I got approved and told me I've all the weapons ready to get this job done and asked when can I start this job. I said "I'll be starting on Monday if you're okay with it." Mr Tan, "Good! That will be fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah and I got the job and my brother was like "Sis, I'm very proud of you. Within less than half an hour, you got this job already." LOL. Anyways, reason for getting this job is because I wanna learn more of my own country's design and know more of the outside world. I'm still studying by the way, it's tiring but this is the way of living in the outside world. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-8712005788033324353?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8712005788033324353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/10/interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8712005788033324353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8712005788033324353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/10/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-1211333108417529124</id><published>2010-10-09T13:52:00.042+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:46:19.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Out</title><content type='html'>Went to KLCC with B and reached around 3.00pm to check out Maxis's iPhone 4G rate plan because we thought of getting one for each of us (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maxis.com.my/personal/iphone4/images/masthead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://maxis.com.my/personal/iphone4/images/masthead.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But before that, we went to the Tanjung Golden Village (TGV) Cinemas to check out whether we could watch any movies. Thought of watching The Americans but unfortunately it's not screened in this cinema although it's released on 7th of October. Well, we just bought some comedy show which is Dinner for Schmucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/dinner_for_schmucks_teaser_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/dinner_for_schmucks_teaser_poster.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the iPhone 4G rate plan. I'm still confused with the rating and it has been trying to put the correct puzzle in my mind&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;I stared at it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maxis.com.my/personal/iphone4/rates.asp?sms_ss=blogger&amp;amp;at_xt=4cbbe31f65c4969c,0#rateplanHeader"&gt;iPhone 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to have some meals before we went for our movie. Meals at 4th floor's food court which we tried the Little Wok's local dishes which I think it's not bad, you can have a try ;) After having our meals, we went for some window shopping looking around the Mac, digital cameras, video cameras, DSLRs, and more. It's time, and we head onto the cinemas but something attracted me while going into the cinemas. It was the Bijoux Food Company's cupcakes! Oh my god, they look so pretty and delicious yet cute. Bought it immediately after movie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TLvlynMv7gI/AAAAAAAABGM/S2TiWGdchLY/s1600/DSC07713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TLvlynMv7gI/AAAAAAAABGM/S2TiWGdchLY/s320/DSC07713.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TLvlzysrKfI/AAAAAAAABGQ/ADW9OMuSOdo/s1600/DSC07717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TLvlzysrKfI/AAAAAAAABGQ/ADW9OMuSOdo/s320/DSC07717.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TLvl106jyPI/AAAAAAAABGU/45eWVZ7TgYM/s1600/DSC07723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TLvl106jyPI/AAAAAAAABGU/45eWVZ7TgYM/s320/DSC07723.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yum yum yum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-1211333108417529124?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1211333108417529124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/10/went-to-klcc-with-b-and-reached-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1211333108417529124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1211333108417529124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/10/went-to-klcc-with-b-and-reached-around.html' title='Day Out'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/TLvlynMv7gI/AAAAAAAABGM/S2TiWGdchLY/s72-c/DSC07713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-993506422847504433</id><published>2010-10-08T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:41:29.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip</title><content type='html'>After graduating, my dear B and I went to Johor Bahru (JB)where my dear was born and where his family lived. Supposingly was planning to travel at Singapore and stay at their hotels but thinking twice of that, it's kinda expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1 - 29/09/2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9.00 am, get ready by 11.00 am while waiting for B to arrive my house.&amp;nbsp;At 12.00 pm, B reached my house and my driver took us to Bukit Jalil Bus Transit.&amp;nbsp;Bought 12.30pm's ticket and we headed to the bus and waited around 30 minutes and the trip just got started.&amp;nbsp;After two hours of ride, took a toilet break, and head onto the bus and continued the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposingly we took an express bus all the way to JB but it stops in almost every part of JB just to get some passengers off. In the end, reach at Larkin Bus Station at 5.00pm. Headed to a taxi driver to ask whether he could take us to Taman Suria where B lives. "RM 10 only" says him. We just walked away to purposely show rudeness because it's not like a far distance place where I think it should be less than 10km? Oh well, B called his friend, Louis Tan, which is his best friend and he was free and willing to fetch us! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached his house and welcomed by his gate which I got knocked on my head and his dog! (: Afterthat, we rest awhile and went dinner together with Louis, Marcus, Lucas, Liang, Edmund, Alan and Kylie at some kinda barbeque restaurant. Later, we went for snooker games with all his brothers again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2 - 30/09/2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up earlier than who I was at home and ate breakfast before going out. Found out that B's passport wasn't with him and he got&amp;nbsp;panicked&amp;nbsp;and looked for it everywhere and remembered that it was with Louis. Although it is expired, but he hasn't got the time to renew it and he thought that it's needed in order to renew a passport. So, he turned his house around and even searched from Louis and couldn't find any. Till at night, had dinner with his family and went to make a police report. Met a new friend again which is Louis's girlfriend, Elaine. (: Afterthat, we went to chill at a place nearby which I think the place is kinda unique and 70's kinda look from the exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TLiKgXykgxI/AAAAAAAABGI/g-0GOoowNnA/s1600/DSC07681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TLiKgXykgxI/AAAAAAAABGI/g-0GOoowNnA/s320/DSC07681.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There it is. The new friend / couple that I met, Elaine and Louis. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TLiKeqLRSCI/AAAAAAAABGE/pRV4zar3Wps/s1600/DSC07680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TLiKeqLRSCI/AAAAAAAABGE/pRV4zar3Wps/s320/DSC07680.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite drink, iced lemon tea and B's yogurt drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I also liked the creative way of serving using pail-like cups. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3 - 1/10/2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited B from morning until noon coming back from the passport immigration where he needs to apply for a new passport before going to Singapore with me and so as Louis and Elaine on Saturday. After the new passport was done, he received a call from his sister where she said she found his expired passport where he has been looking for it the whole yesterday! Went to cancel the report and everything is finally settled and headed for shopping at City Square. Then, went to his father's tailor shop and then dinner with Louis again. Snooker for the late nights with Alan, Marcus, Louis, and B. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 4 - 2/10/2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late because was tired yesterday and almost late for the trip to Singapore :x Had breakfast at home and then accompanied Louis and Elaine to have theirs. Then, we started our journey to Singapore at 12.00pm and reached around 12.45pm through all the custom checks. Went to look around at the ION Mall which I like the shop facade and designs are not bad and headed to cramp together with everyone at Bugis Street! Hell yeah, here's where I find all fashion clothes which suits me more and cheap. Bought 3 bottoms, 2 tops, a dress, a pair of shoes and 2 waist belts. Too bad I'm out of time where the clock turns 6.00pm already where heavy traffics are about to start. I hadn't had enough and I will be back! Bought some food back and my favourite red bean pancake from Singapore. ;) Stuck in the jam for almost 2 hours and headed home to refresh ourselves before headed to Liang's birthday barbeque party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 5 - 3/10/2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about to go home. Everything ends here and left home at almost 2.00pm, and Louis fetched us back to the Larkin Bus Station. Bought 4.30pm ticket and as usual, DELAYS. After 5.00pm, the driver said that the bus had some technical problem and asked us to proceed to other bus. Luckily the other bus is much cleaner and spacious for me to rest my legs and also to put my luggage. Heading back to Kuala Lumpur, the place I live. Reached at 10.00pm and took a taxi back to his house and luckily there wasn't any traffic jams. Reached home at 12.00pm+ and bathed and slept immediately (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, and I know it's a bit tiring without any pictures to refer and view and I know it's a damn tiring post to read because everything are just WORDS! Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-993506422847504433?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/993506422847504433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/10/trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/993506422847504433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/993506422847504433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/10/trip.html' title='Trip'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/TLiKgXykgxI/AAAAAAAABGI/g-0GOoowNnA/s72-c/DSC07681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-7211659230586983221</id><published>2010-09-24T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T02:30:38.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family?</title><content type='html'>We went to KLCC to meet up with his family members at San Francisco's Coffee. We headed to Madam Kwan's cafe to have our lunch. His dad is a very good tailor in Johor Bahru and his mum is a very good housewife. The eldest sister is Jaime, which is pretty and engaged, second was his brother San Nien, with knowledges from Australia and Singapore, and second sister, Racheal (Rachel) a cute sister and lastly my dear Fylix Chong! Who just graduated with me and now having lunch together (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a little surprised when his dad asked how long were we together and I answered after tomorrow it's the fifth month. Oh well, friendly nice family but I was too shy, so I just kept quiet till they asked me some questions :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a little shopping at Marks &amp;amp; Spencer, Zara, Isetan and Mango and they bought some stuffs back. A little disappointed cuz' they didn't get to eat what my b kept saying that the Wantan Mee at Sungai Besi that taste way way way way amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9ilsAP9cI/AAAAAAAABFQ/7WrsJOnyb5k/s1600/24092010097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9ilsAP9cI/AAAAAAAABFQ/7WrsJOnyb5k/s320/24092010097.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy hand cooked chips with smokey BBQ flavour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*thumbs up!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9iWjiDjhI/AAAAAAAABFI/7Pi3nS5xd1U/s1600/24092010098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9iWjiDjhI/AAAAAAAABFI/7Pi3nS5xd1U/s320/24092010098.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cookies! Must try this cuz' this is too yummy to be true! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*double thumbs up!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9iX1SqTlI/AAAAAAAABFM/Kj3pcJ0Cp3k/s1600/24092010101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9iX1SqTlI/AAAAAAAABFM/Kj3pcJ0Cp3k/s320/24092010101.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh ya, a little small gift from his mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Godiva Chocolate. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was very very happy with your family with some laughters all along the way. I will someday visit JB with you like what your mum somehow invited and as your dad said that it's fun and pretty there. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7211659230586983221?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7211659230586983221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/09/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7211659230586983221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7211659230586983221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/09/family.html' title='Family?'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9ilsAP9cI/AAAAAAAABFQ/7WrsJOnyb5k/s72-c/24092010097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-4809605162154577715</id><published>2010-09-24T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T03:09:31.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>YES! I finally graduated! From all the hard works that I've done has finally got me passed and continue my steps to complete the path of my dreams. Although neither best stage design nor top student awards are won, but I'm still very happy with what I've done and graduated with all my special ones, Fylix Chong (my beloved), Zen Chong (son), Chua Chee Cai (SFH :x, Ks.Lgd.Ice Pro), Cindy Gwee (chopstick sista) and my fellow classmates. Also my family put many pressures on me on coming back late and sleeping and doing things at imba times but now that I've gone through everything, it worths. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9prcCkIFI/AAAAAAAABFo/FwfsQkiZAEk/s1600/62932_1590072360774_1504802092_1484205_5118297_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9prcCkIFI/AAAAAAAABFo/FwfsQkiZAEk/s320/62932_1590072360774_1504802092_1484205_5118297_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My evil twin sister, Cindy!&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9ptLTwYSI/AAAAAAAABFs/PnVPcY00xvU/s1600/62932_1590072800785_1504802092_1484216_2513016_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9ptLTwYSI/AAAAAAAABFs/PnVPcY00xvU/s320/62932_1590072800785_1504802092_1484216_2513016_n.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My classmate, Ferry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9pvOpo3_I/AAAAAAAABFw/u49IN3vw53Y/s1600/62932_1590072920788_1504802092_1484218_1896044_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9pvOpo3_I/AAAAAAAABFw/u49IN3vw53Y/s320/62932_1590072920788_1504802092_1484218_1896044_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The gang of us with Ferry joining us ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chua Chee Cai (Ice), Zen Chong, Ferry, Cindy, Fylix (B), Ivy (Me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I walked the stage, got my certificate and posed for a group photo, it felt so "done" that's the only word that I can say. Now that I'm free from stress and heavy shoulders, all I want now is live a normal life and be happy with everyone and stay with the person I loved. By the way, my parents gave me a bouquet of pink roses too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9pnmnq-EI/AAAAAAAABFg/1V8a8sLqg2I/s1600/61048_433912375355_540000355_5563573_5306071_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9pnmnq-EI/AAAAAAAABFg/1V8a8sLqg2I/s320/61048_433912375355_540000355_5563573_5306071_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me with Cindy twin sista and used to be a friend, top student of Interior Design, Monica.&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9ppNUeXjI/AAAAAAAABFk/pZcVH0f6dig/s1600/61048_433912385355_540000355_5563575_6832243_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9ppNUeXjI/AAAAAAAABFk/pZcVH0f6dig/s320/61048_433912385355_540000355_5563575_6832243_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three-quarter of Interior Design students!&amp;nbsp;♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9l6AGyDsI/AAAAAAAABFc/Nq5BCxjbNJU/s1600/24092010111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9l6AGyDsI/AAAAAAAABFc/Nq5BCxjbNJU/s320/24092010111.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been introduced to his family on that day and so does him. It's just that the feedback were just so so I guess. Got invited for lunch tomorrow and off they going back to Johor Bahru. I'm extremely tired and gotta jump onto my bed and sleep with whatever patterns I have. Ciaos, buds. Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9jyhu6LbI/AAAAAAAABFU/X7iOSbBPmFA/s1600/23092010095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9jyhu6LbI/AAAAAAAABFU/X7iOSbBPmFA/s320/23092010095.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥&amp;nbsp;With lotsa love.&amp;nbsp;♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9j00hFGoI/AAAAAAAABFY/SjWnl9q0bNs/s1600/23092010096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9j00hFGoI/AAAAAAAABFY/SjWnl9q0bNs/s320/23092010096.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥ . xoxo .&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just bare with the tired look cuz' we rushed our works for a few nights and days with minimum sleeping hours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-4809605162154577715?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4809605162154577715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/09/graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4809605162154577715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4809605162154577715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/09/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/TK9prcCkIFI/AAAAAAAABFo/FwfsQkiZAEk/s72-c/62932_1590072360774_1504802092_1484205_5118297_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-784369805374445175</id><published>2010-09-18T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T04:37:45.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burst</title><content type='html'>Fuck fuck fuck! All you do is to fuck every time I came back late because I was stuck on my work. Waiting for me downstairs? Pathetic. You wanna see a guy or a girl sent me home? Yeah it's a guy so what? This world besides male and female, what else do we have? You want an animal, ghost or any objects to send me home? Or you prefer cops to send me home like you watch those movies? I came home late you fuck but don't fuck me that I lied that I'm rushing my work that I'm seriously working on it hard. You don't believe then don't fucking come for my graduation and don't talk so much. Just wanna see me eh? Fuck you, and I don't think I wanna see you that often cuz' you're making me sick for not even concern on my studies on what am I studying and acted like you did. Oops forget to tell you that umm when you rushed to my school that day just to clarify your stupid ego brains in the staff room, lecturers laughed at your clarification which as if like I'm the only one facing all this shit problems. Wake up dude! Which world and era you're still in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel regret so much for telling you guys that I'm gonna graduate and invited you guys and you said "Do we have to attend?" Then should I just say "I lied?". Hmm, I think I should just graduate alone, fast, and get out of this country and your boundary to search for my own life. I won't be concerning so much on you guys anymore which making me even more sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes mum's turn, Hi! You're concern I know not much thing about you but once you told me that people told you about the Facebook status which says that I'm engaged, it's like OMG! Fuck you adults have no brains? I thought you business guys have very smart brains but without EQ? Damn. Believing every shits from Facebook it's like so damn brainless. Believe it or not is your choice, it's okay, but telling or asking my parents or not I don't think there isn't any choice? Why don't you just ask directly from me? Wait wait wait.. Or maybe you shouldn't ask at all cuz' its wasting everyone's time. Seriously, heard this from my mum I don't know whether I should have laughed out loud or got stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next week I'll change it to married and in five to nine months time I'll change it to "pregnant" (if they have :P) and then after nine months then I'll just write my son/daughter's name there. BELIEVE IT LA DUMBFUCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-784369805374445175?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/784369805374445175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/09/burst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/784369805374445175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/784369805374445175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/09/burst.html' title='Burst'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-7019813513878309102</id><published>2010-09-16T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T02:21:39.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody</title><content type='html'>Can anyone give an answer for all the questions that I had in my head now? It's like.. I don't know what wrongs I did and I got fucked up. I didn't even wore a dress that I should have worn tonight for my best friend's party which I don't feel like wearing dress so I just wore a normal casual wear as it is. I went to Jogoya at Starhill, after all the rush and the jams around KL roads with stupid traffic polices, I just ate a few things which costs me RM57. It's okay but I still chat with you through messaging with my phone while I'm eating unless I'm grabbing food around. I still can't see what's wrong. You told me you were jealous, but this party is my best friend's that I never rejected. I know my ex went together, but I was all the while in a chaotic situation which it's hot, stuffy and noisy. I replied every single message of yours after I've received. Till this end, I still don't see any wrong. Yes there are some pictures of me and him in a group photo which is just next to each other and one is one-by-one picture but I can swear that I never hugged or kissed or did anything which is very wrong to the relationship. I was jealous about you chatting with your ex happily in front of me in the Live Messenger, I did nothing and I tried to control myself silently I walked to hid in the room. You found me and you knew I was jealous and you've tried to make me happy and then I did tried to think open-minded-ly. Maybe you're just thinking too much but when I asked you out, you said you don't wanna cuz' I invited you in the last minute. Or maybe I was being too harsh on you by asking you not to drink and smoke which you usually do. I don't think I've got the right rights to stop you from what you usually do and although if I did, it's just a kiss in the air. Sigh, I really don't know what to say about but no offence that it is definitely not a blame. MOODY is the word of the week for me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7019813513878309102?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7019813513878309102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/09/moody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7019813513878309102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7019813513878309102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/09/moody.html' title='Moody'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-2048181274963053765</id><published>2010-09-03T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T07:26:03.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML? No, I FYL!</title><content type='html'>I thought I've said and I've even told and even INFORMED you guys that I'll be doing my work at my friend's place and I would be coming back late at night many times ago. Yet, this morning as I came back at 5.00am+ you fucked me up because you think I lied that I'm fooling around in their house. Can you fucking understand how much work I have and how college life is? Do you have a fucking brain to not compare your age's college and today's college? Have you seen a designer's life is easy than making other people's life easy? Do you even fucking understand what a designer does? What to install into a good CPU to render fast and good and do I have it? You answer me all this and if I have all this I don't even need to go over to my friend's place. First of all, discussions and you complained that phone bill and electricity bill was too high. Now that I'm going there to do everything and saved more time dialing phones and shits, you asking me what do you think your home is? Hotel? Fuck you. I work till late night. I only work at night and why? Because it's fucking noisy in the morning and do you think people like you need inspirations? Need to think of new ideas each time when you design something? You think I'm studying business?! You calling your own "daughter" as PROSTITUTE just because I do my work at night and coming back late? Shit brains. Don't fuck my life up and my dream to accomplish this course. Why don't you do your stupid research and ask around than come to me and say that you wanna understand what I'm learning. I prove to you what I'm learning and what I'm doing in both hard and soft copies and you said you don't wanna see but instead following me to college later on. FINE I'll fucking bring you to college and ask my lecturer what am I doing and my progressions! You don't even fucking believe your own daughter then why must I believe you? You wanna do your stuff your problem la. Hello, I'm 19 now and I've never went clubbing before and I've only stayed bloody ONCE in a friend's house when I work till too late last time. Isn't that good enough being so fine at 19?! I don't know what your brains are full with stupid craps that you always read in newspapers and imagine that yourselves and maybe you just want me to be THAT LUCKY. Typing all this shits about both of you is tiring and I'm not gonna continue typing because my fingers are tired and so as my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;my life got fucked when I, use too much electricity, didn't sleep, sleep too late, come back late, sleep too much, working at night, work too much, being lazy when I'm free. You don't understand then bug off my life than asking me do you guys have to come for my graduation. I don't even need you guys to be there. Seriously, I'm fucking tired of you guys being such like only you're the only one working harshly on something than the others. YOU DON'T FUCK MY LIFE THIS TIME. I FUCK YOURS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-2048181274963053765?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2048181274963053765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/09/fml-no-i-fyl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2048181274963053765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2048181274963053765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/09/fml-no-i-fyl.html' title='FML? No, I FYL!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-3861430789143485602</id><published>2010-08-31T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T12:57:16.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is my birthday today but something is not right keeping me away from it. Not that friends betrayed me or what but I felt that I am walking alone on the streets. I don't really know how to describe it much tho. Maybe listening songs that got me turned off? Looking at scenes that suppose to be very happy but end up I felt sad about it. I didn't want to celebrate my birthday not because I felt bad response or love or whatever. I'm just too busy with my assignments for my graduation that I don't even have the time to sleep, shop and relax. Sorry peeps and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos I've deleted but what you've found maybe I haven't found that file and delete it completely. Yesterday, you brought me to dinner with your house mates but before that I was listening emo songs played on your computer and sometimes the way you talked to me wasn't when we first met. There's a few times but I'm trying to accept it as who you were. Talked about together that don't hide things but what are you doing now? You found it and I told you like what I did previously when I found out yours. I asked you yesterday when you sound kinda bad when I called you, all you said was nothing. In the end I read from some sources and I got what you meant last night. You promised me things but you just did it for that few weeks and in the end you still did it and got back to normal. Did I treat you like that? I am really sad when I'm typing this right now. I know everything is my fault for not doing something right for what I've said and the words you've taken. I don't know what to say any more although I know I somehow felt what you're trying to think and being emo of something related to me without telling me anything. My apology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-3861430789143485602?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3861430789143485602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/3861430789143485602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/3861430789143485602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-6877439924179281789</id><published>2010-08-23T05:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T05:28:10.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For the first time I see drops of tears from your eyes because you saw my past and worried very much for me. It means very very much to me that what I felt inside you is very bad and hurtful. Usually I don't let people to touch my stuffs except those closest to me which one of them was you. Although I just bought it, I just stuffed everything into it without checking and cleaning up the messes that you've seen. Just now while you were locked up in your room just for a minute, I felt something is going wrong which is why I kept keeping an eye on you. While you were assisting me holding my hands down from your place to the car, you said something really really emo and the situation is going more and more moody. You were afraid that I might leave you because you weren't good enough for me and you were tired of being around on your age. The truth is, why would I leave someone who cared for me so so much and love me more than himself? If I leave one day, it means that I didn't appreciate this relationship which a guy like you, it has been disappeared years ago. You said that even if he kept contacting me in any ways, you wouldn't mind because you believe that I'm yours it means that I'm yours. I love you either and that is why I'm spending more of my lifetime with you than my close friends and family that I'd abandoned or somehow neglected. Likewise, I went to your place immediately after my dinner with my family and in the end while you were emo you were somehow pissed when I was having a bad headache trying to listen and understand which part were you talking about. Yes, to be honest, I was really sad and kept asking myself which wrong did I do? Hearing part, I had a very bad pair of ears that couldn't hear properly. But no matter how, we do forget and forgive each other in a more mature way than just to avoid and not doing anything about it or guessing around and creating doubts. Please please stop using your soul to hurt your body with the habits you had anymore which it really hurts me when I saw it or not. For the health's sake, I rather you chose one of them instead of taking both of them just because of uncontrolled emotions. That is just for tonight and for the next time, if there is, I would stop you in whatever ways that I could possibly do. Lastly, so sorry for making a sad night for you but I could guarantee that I would remove and change as much as I could. I loved you very much too. Please take care and start to realize more on your health. Loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.i&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-6877439924179281789?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6877439924179281789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/08/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6877439924179281789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6877439924179281789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-4557781146522062428</id><published>2010-08-19T05:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T06:00:10.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habits</title><content type='html'>I found a new habit of mine which is I don't even blog when I'm busy like most people would say what they are buzzing about. Well, I am me tho. But since today I'm free, I'll just blog a little on what I did these days. I am very very very busy with my work these days and my sleeping time was upside down. Actually I really liked night life which I think it is more quiet and calm, avoid traffics and such but unfortunately my human bod can't take it. I'm used to sleep like this since I was in my high school (Sri Garden). Lately, my boyfriend, Fylix, was so so so into gym and he said he wanted to build up some muscles to me more masculine and so he pulled me along either with some of his friends too. I am not doing any gym at any famous gyms neither "Fitness First" nor "California Fitness" whatever you name it. I'm just going for a cheap one which is "Titanium" which I think it is fine with a pay of RM 5.00 per entry. No matter what gym you are going to as long as you exercise, every gym is the same. Right? Not gonna build up any muscles but just gonna work out to keep myself fit :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops before I do forget that my college's graduation updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6bHjnYIiX0/TGnw75G5snI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Yq-52ln-h5I/s1600/visions-promotional-b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u6bHjnYIiX0/TGnw75G5snI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Yq-52ln-h5I/s320/visions-promotional-b.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Venue &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;: &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; JW Marriott Hotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Jalan Bukit Bintang, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Date &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; : &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 23rd September 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Theme &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; : &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;VISIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Schedule &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;: &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;6.30p.m. - Exhibition&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;7.00p.m. - Convocation&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;8.30p.m. - Fashion Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ticket Price : &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;RM 100.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. : I know the price is a little more expensive than the previous term but I hope this term would be more fun and worth the pay. Enjoy. For any friends of friends of Interactive Media (I.M.) won't be graduating this term because of some errors. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-4557781146522062428?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4557781146522062428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/08/habits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4557781146522062428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4557781146522062428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/08/habits.html' title='Habits'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_u6bHjnYIiX0/TGnw75G5snI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Yq-52ln-h5I/s72-c/visions-promotional-b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-8969152351097199843</id><published>2010-08-13T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T06:28:39.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed</title><content type='html'>I am pissed. I am pissed. I am pissed. I am damn pissed at my stupid internet connection that was happening in my desktop computer. Working on my assignments already stressing me off and thought of chilling at the computer for awhile. Currently I think Facebook is making everything feels laggish and updating real slowly. It's okay and I went to my MSN to check if someone would chat with me. Found someone and chat a little while but waiting for no replies in both sides. Got pissed and called A and asked, and A said it wasn't A's fault while A is waiting for my reply too. It's the stupid internet problem or my computer which previously got polluted by the stupid virus that my brother did although it is somehow cleared. Chat with B in both Facebook and MSN and in the end looked for B. Was happy at the beginning till C kept calling and I guess B was pissed going around looking for shops that are still open for us to dine and C kept calling, calling and calling till both B and I were pissed. Sent B home and went out somewhere to breathe alone. Releasing some stress that supposed to be released hours ago. I know it's my attitude that it somehow ruined the whole thing but it's like I'm stuck in a deep hole and yet you're to pull me out of it than to put more sand into it. The whole condition was in a pissing mood and sorry for attitude-ing you and all the shits that I've done. Next time, I'll just do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's happening to my life every now and then during August. To all friends of mine, I would say I actually forgotten that my birthday was close until someone reminded me. Actually all I wanted to say is, this year I don't think that I'm gonna celebrate it because I don't even have the mood to do so. Sorry friends. If someone would have said that I'm being "perasan" here, I'm just saying so and I didn't meant that there's any celebration or surprises. Not in a very good mood these days where everything seems to be very troublesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-8969152351097199843?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8969152351097199843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/08/pissed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8969152351097199843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8969152351097199843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/08/pissed.html' title='Pissed'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-907228740124804431</id><published>2010-08-09T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T02:46:50.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeezed!</title><content type='html'>My feeling now is feeling so squeezed. This evening went out with you and you gave me that kinda reply when I was trying my best not to be so stressed up over family relationships and you and his post. 08-08 is really not my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #1&lt;br /&gt;A and B got quarreled and I got blamed because A was trying to "joke" with me and I told B about it and they quarreled and A asked me to settle it because I created it. You were the one who "joked" me and you said I started this mess. Then can I ask you a question within your age, is it fun enough for you? Why don't you just joke with someone else than your own family member. You knew this wasn't the first time and now you're doing it again. Are you a fool? You're pushing your bloody dirty stuffs to me and I ain't gonna apologize for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #2&lt;br /&gt;C and I went out for C's lunch and then to KL Convention Centre to buy my external hard disc. It's crowded enough and I know I wanted to get something and once it's done we'll just leave immediately. I'm not blaming but C gave me those reply that makes me feel like maybe I should just shut up and talk to myself or something. Now it makes me feel crowded in myself. All of a sudden while taking things from C the feeling is so so cold that I felt like I'm suffocated. It's okay it's my fault I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #3&lt;br /&gt;Went out for D's celebration and E was there also. Reminds me of the post that E did that "someone" told me that it's updated and so I went to read. I simply just couldn't accept the fact that this happened on me blindly. Seems like I'm the one being a fool, spinning around and around over and over again. It's like finally that blunt knife pierced into my heart which was more painful than breaking up. I didn't had any feelings during broke up but much hatred. I've already got over E but things said in that post I simply can't accept it as now I know myself that I'm in a relationship. Simply speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held my breath the whole day just to hope everything goes fine till the end of the day. I felt more like a burden now and everything just came into me today and I can't even hold my tears. I have to cry alone in my room so that I could just breathe a little. Yes, I am being rude at times but I'm awake. It seems like everything fell on me already and I hope I don't spoil any other things anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-907228740124804431?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/907228740124804431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/08/squeezed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/907228740124804431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/907228740124804431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/08/squeezed.html' title='Squeezed!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-4142220140274611129</id><published>2010-08-05T06:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T06:05:11.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not happy at all to see and finally knew the truth of that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;the fucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;saying that&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;the fucker&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;just cling onto me just to wait for a chance from another&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;fucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;This&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;fucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;doesn't even worth to be a human either.&amp;nbsp;I felt full of regret for not holding myself strong enough when I was younger and hasn't put on that step. For now, everything is over long ago &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;you're not even worth to be my friend&lt;/span&gt;. What I hated most is playing with my feelings no matter they are the closest or the farthest relationship from me. Keep dreaming like you wished to and I hope I'll appear just to stab you! Get lost from my life! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Mother fucker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Specially dedicated to the person of you know who you are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-4142220140274611129?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4142220140274611129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-not-happy-at-all-to-see-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4142220140274611129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4142220140274611129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-not-happy-at-all-to-see-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-6351345845801988122</id><published>2010-08-02T03:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T03:35:13.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstab?</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why you wanna be like this for which I think you don't have to be so childish over to write over blogs and Facebook to "announce" about me being irresponsible for the first time. After I saw your Facebook status that you wrote in your own language, I said fine okay it's my fault I strongly agreed. Tonight as I was chilling with my work, I went reading blogs and I saw yours. &lt;i&gt;What the fuck is wrong with you man?&lt;/i&gt; You want your cab fees I can even double pay you back! Fine you wanna end this shitty friendship go ahead I don't mind on what you SEE with your eyes and judge on how people is. I think it's very okay to write in English so that everyone could understand than misunderstanding to quarrels. Every time when we wanted to hang out together you ignored and when we asked you, you won't share but only us sharing to you. It's okay. Making friends, I don't like to be so fussy and being fair or not but being right and wrong. So now whats the point of being friends since one small little mistake you make it as such a big deal and when we cared for you, you ignored? Since in your Facebook, you've dropped every single detail of your everything why don't you show your "fierceness"? If you're that fierce, we settle it face to face as adults instead of scolding in a social website? This is what you see me or maybe I can say "us", then forget it. I don't have to say it 100% clearly that you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want to apologize to most of my friends although it's kinda late to do it by now that I'm being irresponsible that I've forgotten to inform you guys via Facebook as I've lost most of your contacts due to my phone's &lt;i&gt;cacat-ness&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; -.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-6351345845801988122?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6351345845801988122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/08/backstab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6351345845801988122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6351345845801988122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/08/backstab.html' title='Backstab?'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-9049706787541794861</id><published>2010-07-30T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T01:43:09.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mummy! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Happy Birthday MUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wondering whole night yesterday, I didn't realize that your age is now 48! I was counting on dad's age and yours. All I remembered was dad's birth year was 1963 and I knew you were just a year older than dad. Anyways, although it was just a dinner at Thank God It's Friday (T.G.I. Friday) at Pavilion, I hope you're satisfied with the celebration as you couldn't celebrate by blowing candles somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, hope you enjoyed your salad and the celebration tonight! Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-9049706787541794861?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/9049706787541794861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-mummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/9049706787541794861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/9049706787541794861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-mummy.html' title='Happy Birthday Mummy! ♥'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-6256661509038561630</id><published>2010-07-18T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T09:09:24.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Awake</title><content type='html'>Gosh. I think something is really wrong with me nowadays. Awake at evening or night and asleep in the morning. Guess what? Now that I'm blogging is 9.00 a.m. (GMT +8) and I am not sleepy yet. I've tried to sleep at 4.00 a.m. but I kept rolling around on my bed, trying to get myself to fall asleep. I just can't sleep! Ache and itch on my body is killing me off. All of a sudden I had this some kinda rashes on my body and I've seen this happened to both my mum and my aunt. She said that the weather was too hot and I didn't get enough rest, sleep, food and etc. and I kept going out and came home late at night or you can say early morning. Damn. First few reasons maybe you're right but I don't think the last few reasons are. Don't think that I don't know you just highlighted those just because you want me to stay and stone at home. I will stone at home unless I'm too tired or sick. Otherwise I will be out and since I'm still young, I think I should explore more than staying inside the square room and waiting for drivers to show me where I wanna go. Oh well, I should try to sleep again and hope I can drop to sleep and dream but the bad thing is, I'm very sure that if I really fall asleep now, I'll be waking up later at night!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITCHY!! :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-6256661509038561630?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6256661509038561630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-awake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6256661509038561630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6256661509038561630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-awake.html' title='Still Awake'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-9028117579215974002</id><published>2010-07-16T06:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T06:29:32.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>You can call it a day for me as I don't know why this time I felt kinda weak. After I woke and went to accompany Fylix, I felt kinda light and floaty and as soon as I reached there, I just hold and then dropped to bed. Maybe because I was sleeping in an opposite time for normal humans and sometimes late and also didn't get enough sleep for some strange reasons I guess. Well, I felt cold even though I'm sleeping with a blanket and he's just right beside me. There and then I knew I began to felt sick. Furthermore, my period is killing the girls like me off. Ache at the waist, tiredness, blurness, pain at some strange places, losing appetites and such. Oh well, I guess my health is not that great. What does this means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyways, also wanna thank for those who wished me on a special day of mine. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-9028117579215974002?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/9028117579215974002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/9028117579215974002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/9028117579215974002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-7764895231062591788</id><published>2010-07-14T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:44:23.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Mania Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How should I begin with? Alright. Monday, I went movie with my B, Fylix, at Times Square to watch Twilight : Eclipse after having dinner together somewhere near his place. That's movie number one for this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iconvsicon.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/twilight-eclipse_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://iconvsicon.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/twilight-eclipse_l.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Second movie was Despicable Me at KLCC with my college mate darling, Cindy after our class at Wednesday while waiting to fetch B back. We watched the 3D version and we giggled from the start till the end because the characters were too funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.animatoons.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/despicable-me.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/12/22/despicable-me-freaks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/12/22/despicable-me-freaks.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet the cute MINIONS! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jo9-bcbLn1Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jo9-bcbLn1Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photogallery.filmofilia.com/data/media/192/despicable_me_wallpaper_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://photogallery.filmofilia.com/data/media/192/despicable_me_wallpaper_17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and my favourite character is the short little girl in the middle.. AGNES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/5Y7W6BaNs_I/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Y7W6BaNs_I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Y7W6BaNs_I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Does this count as annoying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's so fluffy that I'm gonna DIE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On the same day, I went for a movie again but this time with my B only. We wanted to watch Predators but by the time we reach there, there's only front seats available, oh gosh. Then we watched the Flirting Scholar II instead of the Fantastic Water Babes introduced by the counter assistant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7764895231062591788?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7764895231062591788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/movie-mania-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7764895231062591788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7764895231062591788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/movie-mania-week.html' title='Movie Mania Week'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-2345537997598677215</id><published>2010-07-09T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T17:45:09.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle</title><content type='html'>Tickles make me see your happiest smile when you're enjoying. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-2345537997598677215?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2345537997598677215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/tickle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2345537997598677215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2345537997598677215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/tickle.html' title='Tickle'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-8158215924954278553</id><published>2010-07-08T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:55:10.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Usher!</title><content type='html'>After I woke up today and stoned for a day till my brother, Jeff, came back with my mum out of no where, he just told me that Usher was looking for my dad yesterday before his concert. Damn it, I was like "WTF, ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" and mum goes like "Yeah cuz' he lives at Ritz-Carlton." Then I go crazy over my mum cuz' she don't even know who he was when there's a lot of bodyguards followed him and many fans were peeping around in the stores with cameras.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TDWQ1kEi8OI/AAAAAAAABE0/QpkfFzJDwVE/s1600/06072010288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TDWQ1kEi8OI/AAAAAAAABE0/QpkfFzJDwVE/s320/06072010288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She thought was those kinda dark skinned guy out on the streets that steals and rapes people like the one in the news. Everyone and staffs goes like "What the hell? Are you out of your mind?! He's Usher, a very famous and rich U.S. pop star!" and my mum goes like "Usher who? I don't know, I just treat him like a normal walk-in customer." (when he walks into my dad's shop - Richard Mille) *speechless*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usher : May I look for Dato Francis Sew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum : Oh, he went for bible class. Let me serve you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usher : Nah, it's okay. Someone just asked me to look for him and I just came by to look around. Maybe I'll just come back tomorrow. I've got a concert to catch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum : Alright. Thanks for coming. See you tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*poof* nothing came by when all the other staffs and fans brought their cameras and thought that he really might come back to look for my dad again. But unfortunately, sighs. Maybe he's just too tired after his concert and went off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it and Jeff said that the dumb ones usually mets the most stars which he is actually referring to my mum and she just laughed and said "So what?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i759.photobucket.com/albums/xx237/mishmashdmedia/Music/Usher-mm04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i759.photobucket.com/albums/xx237/mishmashdmedia/Music/Usher-mm04.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pfffttt to the max!&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/553775228915395095-8158215924954278553?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8158215924954278553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/usher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8158215924954278553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8158215924954278553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/usher.html' title='Usher!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/TDWQ1kEi8OI/AAAAAAAABE0/QpkfFzJDwVE/s72-c/06072010288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-1377500224051549030</id><published>2010-07-08T05:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T06:11:18.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Results</title><content type='html'>Mr. Octopus, I'm so gonna kill you for any part of my meal! You said Spain 4 and Germany 0 but in the end you're still not that accurate after all. It's just 1-0. Anyway, I don't believe in some kind of psychic sea creature which sounds so stupid and animistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJYv5rul11M"&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/nJYv5rul11M/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nJYv5rul11M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nJYv5rul11M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH Germany.. I felt so so so disappointed in this match because there isn't any goal at all. Though you guys tried very hard and obviously there are too many defenders which I think it's hard to get through either. Sad sad sad so sad. Lost in the first bet of mine in football games and I'm not gonna give up just like that! There are 2 more matches to go and I'm gonna fight for it at least win once! ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are two parts which I think it's kinda funny where in the beginning of the match there is some kinda crazy fan guy ran to the middle of the field and cheered. ROFL. The second part was when Spain trying to enter a freaking close goal, David Villa is too short and his legs weren't long enough to kick that ball into the goal and instead got it missed! *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbPYTrdcMhY"&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/PbPYTrdcMhY/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PbPYTrdcMhY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PbPYTrdcMhY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*disappoints*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THINGS TO DO TOMORROW:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KILL THAT SO CALLED PSYCHIATRIC OCTOPUS INTO PIECES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3607/3309856387_52cc2efa9c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3607/3309856387_52cc2efa9c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;grr.. pissed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-1377500224051549030?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1377500224051549030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/sad-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1377500224051549030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1377500224051549030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/sad-results.html' title='Sad Results'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3607/3309856387_52cc2efa9c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-7173904020277520550</id><published>2010-07-06T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T01:03:35.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays over!</title><content type='html'>Yeap my holidays has come to an end when I didn't really went for a holiday and stayed whole week in town. I think I'm gonna neglect my blog for a moment when my term starts cuz' I'm gonna graduate this term! Fellow friends who wants to come for my graduation at September 2010, you may contact any Raffles students to get a ticket for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tips : Do not purchase yourselves through Raffles admins because you would realize that getting a ticket from a Raffles student is much much cheaper (: *saving*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7173904020277520550?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7173904020277520550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/holidays-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7173904020277520550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7173904020277520550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/holidays-over.html' title='Holidays over!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-2242264433569062136</id><published>2010-07-03T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T01:49:01.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIFA Fever</title><content type='html'>Everyone is crazy all about FIFA Worldcup in Astros, local TV channels, talks, and bets. Well, I started watching football again after I had released all my stress that I had been carrying since early June! Finally here comes the most exciting challenges between countries. FYI, the country I supported most for this year's FIFA Worldcup 2010 is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/%7Eshbwgen/images/flags/800px-flag_of_germany_svg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/%7Eshbwgen/images/flags/800px-flag_of_germany_svg.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GERMANY! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fanclubs.zoo.gr/germany/0Portals/307/3362/images/phocagallery/Photos/general/germany_squad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://fanclubs.zoo.gr/germany/0Portals/307/3362/images/phocagallery/Photos/general/germany_squad.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Germany played very well and most of them were new players I heard :\ They have teamwork, defensive and nice attacks. One word, AWESOME! Especially some players like.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilmissgeorgiana.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/bastian-schweinsteiger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lilmissgeorgiana.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/bastian-schweinsteiger.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#7 Bastian Schweinsteiger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://monaco.theoffside.com/files/2009/12/Foto-de-Miroslav-Klose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://monaco.theoffside.com/files/2009/12/Foto-de-Miroslav-Klose.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#11 Miroslav Klose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dfb.de/fileadmin/Image_Archive/News/mueller1_02_20630_p880722.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.dfb.de/fileadmin/Image_Archive/News/mueller1_02_20630_p880722.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;#25 Thomas Müller!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I like their jerseys also and I can say that this year's jersey ain't that bad actually except for the Argentians (Argentina's team) still keep with their stripes =="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.subsidesports.com/uk/images/product/large/GermanyASS0304New.gif" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZQyzfrTujc/S6GaVWIyz4I/AAAAAAAACAk/JM_0c_OIOoU/s320/Adidas+Germany+2010+Away+Kit-05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.jerseybbs.com/html/upload/item_img/201003/1/012691637353e37b6d8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the one that is Germany's away jersey that I'm thinking of buying it as a memory. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the originals are the whites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://shop.maasssports.de/images/Deutschland%20jsy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://hahasale.com/index.php/images/12784.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least, tracksuit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfootballtops.co.uk/images/8385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://www.myfootballtops.co.uk/images/8385.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-2242264433569062136?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2242264433569062136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/fifa-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2242264433569062136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2242264433569062136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/07/fifa-fever.html' title='FIFA Fever'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_3ZQyzfrTujc/S6GaVWIyz4I/AAAAAAAACAk/JM_0c_OIOoU/s72-c/Adidas+Germany+2010+Away+Kit-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-5805253631276901424</id><published>2010-06-29T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T03:13:54.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answerless</title><content type='html'>I don't understand. My mood went really upset. I don't know what are you thinking of but all I could just figured out were jealousy. You told me to tell you what am I thinking of, what am I confused about, but why aren't you? I know I'm an emo person but I have tried my best not to. As now I'm with you, I feel new and it's time to start new refreshing life with a better person. You've promised me not to argue or emo about small stuffs but I don't mind much though I know you're upset or mad at it also. There was once you told me about your past that you wouldn't tell the person that you're upset or mad at whatever wrongs she did. I don't wanna repeat these past now. I want you to tell me everything before I kept figuring it out and it is not what it is supposed to be. Everytime when you're in a bad mood, I kept quiet don't you think? I just don't want it to become worse. Hope you would be more tolerant to talk to me on what you thinking about. Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-5805253631276901424?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/5805253631276901424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/06/answerless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/5805253631276901424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/5805253631276901424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/06/answerless.html' title='Answerless'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-8432266200187125662</id><published>2010-06-27T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T03:28:26.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday DADDY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday DADDY! Sorry that I did not prepare any presents for you but I'll promise you that I will give you one next year. I'm in a super broke mode as I don't even have enough money to spend my holiday happily and in a more relaxed way cuz' I kept thinking of money problems. Sigh. Anyways forgot about the past and the stress you have. Enjoy your meal prepared by your son, Ken. Love you, daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1POwuF2I/AAAAAAAABDs/Cufdt8nSUDY/s320/DSC07563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All these are prepared by Sew Chee Ken! (Lucas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;zoom.. Zoom.. ZOOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1RBAfw0I/AAAAAAAABD0/kq-vcB0HzdA/s1600/DSC07564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1RBAfw0I/AAAAAAAABD0/kq-vcB0HzdA/s320/DSC07564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salmon fish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1TII9baI/AAAAAAAABD8/mrQADeulSsg/s1600/DSC07567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1TII9baI/AAAAAAAABD8/mrQADeulSsg/s320/DSC07567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spaghetti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our actual dinner food. There are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fried BBQ Chicken Wings, Self-made Chi Cheong Fun, Fried Mee, Salmon Fish, Spaghetti, Chicken Curry, Tradisional Red Boiled Eggs, Fruits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1UwrEl2I/AAAAAAAABEE/CjX6o2pV0S4/s1600/DSC07572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1UwrEl2I/AAAAAAAABEE/CjX6o2pV0S4/s320/DSC07572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1ZVizp7I/AAAAAAAABEM/7Tf5jmy6xkU/s1600/DSC07573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1ZVizp7I/AAAAAAAABEM/7Tf5jmy6xkU/s320/DSC07573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See! Everyone busy makan makan makan jer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1c0nPZgI/AAAAAAAABEU/t9s--Q4cnsQ/s1600/DSC07582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1c0nPZgI/AAAAAAAABEU/t9s--Q4cnsQ/s320/DSC07582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cake time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1ft1X4jI/AAAAAAAABEc/JIwm3IxYlKI/s1600/DSC07584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1ft1X4jI/AAAAAAAABEc/JIwm3IxYlKI/s320/DSC07584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;爸爸：老婆老婆！来我们一起拍照～&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1h5ln8NI/AAAAAAAABEk/lWyL0bJ6T-I/s1600/DSC07586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1h5ln8NI/AAAAAAAABEk/lWyL0bJ6T-I/s320/DSC07586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wished &amp;amp; blow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1mQyCtAI/AAAAAAAABEs/Sp-xHYUvlrI/s1600/DSC07579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1mQyCtAI/AAAAAAAABEs/Sp-xHYUvlrI/s320/DSC07579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday DAD with the fruit cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DATO' FRANCIS SEW YOK KUN!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-8432266200187125662?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8432266200187125662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8432266200187125662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8432266200187125662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday DADDY!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/TCj1POwuF2I/AAAAAAAABDs/Cufdt8nSUDY/s72-c/DSC07563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-4049275611050757601</id><published>2010-06-27T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T02:11:44.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday YAO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's ma bro, Yap Han Yao's 18th! Yeah he's one year younger than us and graduated with us. He's a bro to everyone (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCZAZauXG0I/AAAAAAAAA_U/kSpk6ov6L9E/s1600/Image3029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCZAZauXG0I/AAAAAAAAA_U/kSpk6ov6L9E/s320/Image3029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet from left to right, Michele Tai, Anne Liew, Leo Chan and Althea Loi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCZAbTJwviI/AAAAAAAAA_c/rk3PFmyWiUw/s1600/Image3030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCZAbTJwviI/AAAAAAAAA_c/rk3PFmyWiUw/s320/Image3030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot her name on my right, and that's me with my messy hair and again Michele and Anne. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCZAfafwBNI/AAAAAAAAA_s/H5mpyoDMW8A/s1600/Image3032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCZAfafwBNI/AAAAAAAAA_s/H5mpyoDMW8A/s320/Image3032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eeeeee.. BOOB Cake?! *points&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCZAdp5YBvI/AAAAAAAAA_k/3GpOO_puzoA/s320/Image3031.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah.. Whatever~ Birthday song time, cheers! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday to Han Yao&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCZAg9Qnz_I/AAAAAAAAA_0/-W3Vrw48BUo/s320/Image3033.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How to cut? Which BOOBS first? *shys*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for the night. Waited 2 hours and 30 minutes for this dinner (my breakfast). :S Anyways, &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY YAP HAN YAO&lt;/span&gt;! LEGAL DAH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-4049275611050757601?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4049275611050757601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-yao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4049275611050757601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4049275611050757601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-yao.html' title='Happy Birthday YAO!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/TCZAZauXG0I/AAAAAAAAA_U/kSpk6ov6L9E/s72-c/Image3029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-463934472281089469</id><published>2010-06-25T06:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T06:29:26.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Start, New Counts</title><content type='html'>It's been a month we're together and I'm so glad that you remembered! I'm actually surprise that you told others that you're not attending and rather accompanying me for a movie and such. Well, after tonight I'll be missing you for a few days and hope that you're gonna be fine. So, anyway we went for dinner and then movie (The Karate Kid) and then supper together. Conclusion, I'm gonna be a fatso soon. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, hope that we're gonna be in same class next term as before when I saw our timetable was so different, kinda worries me but I think there shouldn't be any problems. Kept my fingers crossed so that everything will be fine! Muax, love as we always do! See ya real soon. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-463934472281089469?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/463934472281089469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-start-new-count.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/463934472281089469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/463934472281089469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-start-new-count.html' title='New Start, New Counts'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-6760473910466565993</id><published>2010-06-23T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T03:43:39.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!</title><content type='html'>Sorry. This time I really over did neglect by blog for quite sometime until this new spammer friend of mine, HAYDEN, reminded me about my blog and so as, my other friends asked me to keep them posted and update my damn rusted blog. Well, nothing much but I'll just summarize it. This term of my college considered as one of the tough term that will make me go crazy spending money all over and insufficient time working on assignments, projects and competitions. Just made my furniture and light for this term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the light, I used mini glass made from Mexico, bought from Pudu. Haha~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCDlOyl_P8I/AAAAAAAAA_E/cmQXxmQ_T70/s1600/Image3027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCDlOyl_P8I/AAAAAAAAA_E/cmQXxmQ_T70/s320/Image3027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCDlKR51qhI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Ermtu_nnSco/s1600/Image3007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCDlKR51qhI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Ermtu_nnSco/s320/Image3007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Left picture is displayed in college's ID Gallery today. Right picture was taken at home freshly after finish making it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCDlHhZ0KOI/AAAAAAAAA-s/d5NpYTXWfnQ/s1600/Image2991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCDlHhZ0KOI/AAAAAAAAA-s/d5NpYTXWfnQ/s320/Image2991.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my B, Fylix's chair! We made it ourselves. Well, appreciate it because it is self-made chair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCDlNBlXSAI/AAAAAAAAA-8/CYSaSiSwp4o/s1600/Image3021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/TCDlNBlXSAI/AAAAAAAAA-8/CYSaSiSwp4o/s320/Image3021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and.. this is mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obviously, I didn't made it myself but I sent to the contractor and it costs RM 2,000! For heaven's sake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But to me, it worth the pay to rush and the quality of workmanship satisfies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After everything is settled, guess what? The contractor actually knew Jason and Jason said that the contractor was his old partner. DAMN NO WONDER THE PRICE HAS NO DIFFS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Obviously, I have broke up with Eric and now I'm with Fylix which he's a lot better caring and gentleman. It is going to be a month soon, wondering if we can break our own record and being together till as it is suppose to be? *Keep my fingers crossed!* We went for movies alone, we dine together, and we cared for each other as well. So far, there isn't any big problem yet I guess, hope there will never be! Wishing myself good luck in my new relationship and learned from not trusting anyone too easily at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-6760473910466565993?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6760473910466565993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6760473910466565993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6760473910466565993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/TCDlOyl_P8I/AAAAAAAAA_E/cmQXxmQ_T70/s72-c/Image3027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-7343206836432924701</id><published>2010-04-25T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T04:29:47.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Writing another emo post again. Everytime I felt useless being a coward girl.. I really put everything on him now. So what? What did I get treated? Until now even that &lt;em&gt;2 weeks on leave&lt;/em&gt; thingy passed, I still couldn't accept it. I scolded you useless and what did you replied? "&lt;em&gt;Ok. I'm useless&lt;/em&gt;." ? That's it? I took a lot of courage to try to signal you but what did you did? Do you think bringing me for food and recently just a few movie is enough? You said you care and yes you did but very harshly. I don't know how suckish you treat a girl but I swore you treated me with your kind of attitude suckishly. Although I have my attitudes also, but I would wanna ask you this, "&lt;em&gt;Out of how many girls who doesn't have this kind of attitude?"&lt;/em&gt; find it and she's yours for sure but I'll pity her even if she don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Everytime I thought of breaking up, have you thought of why am I saying that instead of keep asking me why am I the one who kept saying "break up"? Everyone thought that you are not worth to be with. Even if a girl could it'll make her life miserable. Who is the girl? Me. I've always look up on you and ignore what ever comments I've heard of but what you've proved to me? Today I wasn't happy at all. Not that I'm not happy then I couldn't sleep. It's just that this question keeps popping up my mind, "Why are you still stuck with a guy that never bring a smile for you everyday?". I really tried very hard to keep my words that I won't break up with you anymore but once I did, I really missed you. People asked what do I like about you and I couldn't answer a thing and the answer is just a like. You're pissed and so am I. You're tired and so am I but I just won't let things just dump aside and then get my rest and solve that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Seriously sometimes when you pushed me to a corner and I chose you over my family, you're actually pushing me to a corner where I turn to think of suiciding. I know suiciding is not a solving method but it just do. Sometimes I even hope that my feelings for you would fade as in I don't have to force my feelings to leave you when I really couldn't do it. Sometimes when I look at some couples and how they treated each other, it doesn't mean that I like &lt;em&gt;him &lt;/em&gt;but I just want you to treat me like how he treated nicely. Being many months with you, there are tons of arguements and break ups we had. It's not working at all in a future relationship. How many sorries are we gonna say to each other? How many misunderstanding problems are gonna come by and made us argue? Being the fact that we just have to open our minds a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Every outtings it's just feel like I'm treating you as how I should be treating you but what did you do? Paying for my meals and fetching me along are not a big matter at all and any friends could do that. Have you ever ever thought of doing something which is meaningful and that could satisfy me a little where not just friends could do? Everytime when I'm out, I keep asking myself "What am I to you?" which I don't feel I'm your girl. We don't even look like a couple but instead we look like really well-known close friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know after reading this you'll be stressed out but just to tell you, being stressed up is not a way to solve anything. What you always do is, get stressed, stop talking about it, rest, forget to solve it and became a barrier for you. I thought you're the one who promised me that you could paint my life with colour but instead it is still in black and white. Hope you could prove it to me that you really love me and appreciate me when I'm still yours. &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;ILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7343206836432924701?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7343206836432924701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7343206836432924701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/04/emo.html' title='Emo'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-6397290945783562798</id><published>2010-04-25T03:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T03:14:53.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><title type='text'>Unluckiness</title><content type='html'>I don't know what happen to my luck, and&amp;nbsp;so as my dear's. We went for a movie and we ended early and went to Pudu for some desserts. Afterthat, we took a U-turn where it's kinda illegal but most people do it often too. Due to our unluckiness, the famous Malaysian police car came by and wanted to give us that &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;golden ticket&lt;/span&gt;. In the end, we said we're students and we're going home and we just gave &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;RM20&lt;/span&gt; to shut them up. Went to Maluri, out of no where my feelings suddenly got emo and I don't know why either but he keep asking me and I answered I don't know why but he just can't understand that it is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home and I drove my own car to chill and suddenly went to Pandan Indah to drive around the cafe shops. The famous Old Town Kopitiam there always have many double parking fucked up cars when the road is already tight enough. There it goes, I scratched my car on a stupid green Proton Saga and ran away. And I hated those people who drove &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Mercedes&lt;/span&gt;! who don't even let me to pass over first but instead keep coming on me. Grats on you that making me got scratched! &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;DOG&lt;/span&gt;! I wasn't in a mood and even if I do, I don't even have any amount of money and my handphone with me because I'd forgotten to bring it. Well, lucky thing was that the owner of the car did not chase after me cuz' I even don't have enough petrol to run any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly when I reached home, got a call from my dear saying that his car's glass got broke by anonymous. I was very worried and wondering if I should go and give a hand on any matter and so I asked him. He said "No." his mum and brother is coming to solve it somehow. He got scolded for nothing and I regretted for not being there for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Although you didn't treat me like a precious thing in your life, I still will care for you no matter what. Hope you could understand me better and rather hug me than asking many questions when I couldn't even answer you and then made you scolding at me. I'm just crying over because I'm stressed up in my life and yet you're pushing me to a corner just to answer you than calming me down in a better way. You have stresses and so do I but I just won't dump you aside like how you did to me. I felt so useless when you bumped into troubles and I'm not there for you and you got scolded for nothing. Even though if there's really nothing I can help but atleast I could see that you're safe which satisfies me a lot. Well, everything is over now. We're both unlucky today and hope tomorrow is a better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-6397290945783562798?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6397290945783562798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/04/unluckiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6397290945783562798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6397290945783562798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/04/unluckiness.html' title='Unluckiness'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-4354252217489678956</id><published>2010-04-23T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T02:45:12.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gathering'/><title type='text'>Friends Gathering</title><content type='html'>A gathering night with my friends namely, Tony Chock, Phoebe Tan, Anne Liew, Yip Siong, Jen Chung, Wei Zhong, Tiffany &amp;amp; Chee Yong, me &amp;amp; dear and lastly Woon who came after our dinner. We dined at the Thai restaurant at Pandan Perdana again because it's more casual and the food there is awesome too. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed up to somewhere near Pui Shing's house's&amp;nbsp;new Old Town Kopitiam. Chit chat chit chat at the balcony till we paid the bill and everyone go back to their respective home :) Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-4354252217489678956?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4354252217489678956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/04/friends-gathering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4354252217489678956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4354252217489678956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/04/friends-gathering.html' title='Friends Gathering'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-2704356070020808713</id><published>2010-04-17T02:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T02:34:27.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Holidays for Taylors but not for the Sunway and Raffles peoples. Just came back from drinking session with Woon, Tiffany &amp;amp; Chee Yong, me &amp;amp; dear, and Siew Ping at a Thai restaurant by a lake in Pandan Perdana. Woon is gonna go Cameron on Saturday till Sunday&amp;nbsp;with his golden girlfriend which is known as a phantom to most of us because it's invisible. Then, the another couple, Chee Yong &amp;amp; Tiffany are going to Penang on Sunday till Tuesday. Geez everyone's going for their holiday and I'm just staying around KL because when I'm having mine, none of them has theirs. Sigh. Wondering when will it be my turn for a holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Happy 19th Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Summer Yean Pui Shing&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-2704356070020808713?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2704356070020808713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/04/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2704356070020808713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2704356070020808713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/04/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-5079534118445373287</id><published>2010-04-14T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:00:12.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>A bitch yelled at me saying that my boyfriend bring me out till midnight everyday when there's a party or tea sessions. She accused him for bringing me out but that night I wasn't with him. I was chilling myself somewhere in a dark place in my car alone. I can't accept what he told me to give him a 2 weeks break just because he&amp;nbsp;is stressed out of exams and wanting for a new laptop. I don't understand&amp;nbsp;why can't we face stress together when we're studying now and there are even more heavy stress outside where one mistake and it is gone?! Sorry, the truth is I seriously can't accept this thing. Especially when we're going for tea session that night, you asked me to drive myself there and you were&amp;nbsp;sorried cuz' you couldn't fetch me.&amp;nbsp;My tears immediately&amp;nbsp;came down after I read this message from my own boyfriend.&amp;nbsp;In the end you fetched me and I asked you in the car why don't you fetch me or is it that&amp;nbsp;difficult? Am I still your girlfriend or what am I to you? Do you know how hard to feel dangling around like&amp;nbsp;I don't even know who am I&amp;nbsp;now. What you answered? You said you have these feelings too but did you share as you told me to? You leave me alone in the middle of the world when it's still spinning.&amp;nbsp;Until now&amp;nbsp;as I was blogging, I'm still very very very upset and lost about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why that bitch wouldn't let me to couple as now I'm already turning 19 this year. I started a relationship seriously when I was 18 which is last year. I did everything and managed in order. My results were fine in college, why can't I get to couple during my college life? Can't I get some rights of being after 18? You PARENTS don't even support me when I said I'm graduating this year but rather you ask that brother which is graduating like few years more. I know as a girl should be more careful. I'm not a dumbfuck and I'm not a fucktard. I know how to think and act on what is right and what is wrong. You wanna find his family you go ahead! I've just tried to chill myself down yesterday and now you've gave me another. I don't know why you keep thinking I only have this particular friends. Can't I make more friends and everytime I go out I will go out with different friends?! Who would go out early in the morning?! My friends don't have classes?! Why wouldn't I go out in the evening you would say that I always don't come back for dinner! So, now I chose night then you complained that I come back very late. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? If I'm going for just an hour, I go out for what?! With you and your FUCKING OLD THOUGHTS are not working for kids nowadays. Do you know with your fucking thoughts, everytime when you scolded me for something which is not reasonable you forced me to suicide?! Now you gave me this question, bitch, which is "WHY THE FUCK AM I BORN?!" Spend time with family uhh? What you guys do is, come back from work, go to your room and bath then to kitchen for dinner and return to your own room. Is this what you call spend time compare to few years back?! Fucking tired of you guys. From young age until high school, I mix with guys more than girls. If you would want me to count the number of girls&amp;nbsp;I mix with I still could count but not guys. You told me not to mix with guys cuz' you think that when I bring them home you think they will rape me and stuffs?! Care is care, do not over your fucking limits. I don't know what happen to this family who always judge people form their cover when they are not that kind of person! FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that wrong that I only find friends when I really really need them? Try it when you're in a relationship, how much would you find your friends than spending time with your dearest? I don't know what I did wrong. When you have exams, you guys also need time to study and get ready for it. Until that your exams is over and holidays started, it is a fucking coincidence that it's my turn to have my finals. Can't I have some time to study for myself?! Seriously, I don't know this is the cause of selfishness in you or what. If you think you're studying and others is not? I know most of the time I'm free to hang out but not sometimes that I really can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things go well, some kinda big thing is gonna happen. My relationship gone quite well these days then suddenly this big fat storm came and just hit my life. He needs a TWO weeks break just because he's stressed out, she yells at me because he brought me out until late night and wanted to talk to his family about this, friends fucked me off because I find them when I need them, and family financial problems and such. Why can I see every young people get to love and couple like my&amp;nbsp;cousins but WHY NOT ME?! I don't even have the right to have a companion by my side to hear, to share and to experience together. I'm lost. I've lost many things that I have in my life before. I don't wanna mention who and what was it cuz' I don't wanna simply accuse like that mother fucking bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for those true friends that commented and pm'd me to advice me and prevent me from doing so&amp;nbsp;in Facebook and MSN. For those who thinks that the status in Facebook wasn't true and gave me a fucking reply as "bye bye" "go ahead" I don't fuck care who are you but I have the guts to jump off or suicide in any ways. Although I know it won't be any better than going to the other world, but it would be better than staying here to see everything comes and makes you FUCKED UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.NOLIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-5079534118445373287?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/5079534118445373287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/04/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/5079534118445373287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/5079534118445373287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/04/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-8274136673317721651</id><published>2010-03-25T04:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T05:01:04.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jw marriott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><title type='text'>Raffles Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the first graduation batch of the year for 2010 and most of us went there to experience and learn what we should do for our graduation which is the next batch on September or October. Funny things is I don't know why they chose JW Marriott for every year's graduation or maybe just the amount of space is enough for everyone? Well, nothing much but we've seen what we should do and should be well prepared but I still don't think I am ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Pictures of that night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O0_KN5-AI/AAAAAAAAA48/2U2ZaNy6RT8/s1600/DSC06485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O0_KN5-AI/AAAAAAAAA48/2U2ZaNy6RT8/s320/DSC06485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cindy and Azzah. Took this in the ladies :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O1AaReGnI/AAAAAAAAA5E/cMWb_a5DeUo/s1600/DSC06486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O1AaReGnI/AAAAAAAAA5E/cMWb_a5DeUo/s320/DSC06486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cindy, Azzah and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OswV7-QdI/AAAAAAAAA2s/jojjZFme_oY/s320/DSC06488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OszXMnydI/AAAAAAAAA28/SO2MHDsk25Y/s1600/DSC06490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OszXMnydI/AAAAAAAAA28/SO2MHDsk25Y/s320/DSC06490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anne (Yen) and I camwhore during the fashion show ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Os01OUyRI/AAAAAAAAA3E/pXhytLXi0oA/s320/DSC06491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Os2qbuPFI/AAAAAAAAA3M/gdRzKU6Mo9o/s1600/DSC06492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Os2qbuPFI/AAAAAAAAA3M/gdRzKU6Mo9o/s320/DSC06492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yen holds the camera this time.. but it's in Mayang Sari II (room).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Os8bywELI/AAAAAAAAA3k/dHzX8Ax1-1I/s1600/24757_378377828772_668688772_3740728_4687931_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Os8bywELI/AAAAAAAAA3k/dHzX8Ax1-1I/s320/24757_378377828772_668688772_3740728_4687931_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A great picture of the interior design students of term 5.1, 6.1 and graduates. This picture looks like i.d. family picture to me tho. Hahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OtTkHTcYI/AAAAAAAAA3s/lVWFbD-ENPA/s1600/25444_379195978029_579478029_3975680_5565948_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OtTkHTcYI/AAAAAAAAA3s/lVWFbD-ENPA/s320/25444_379195978029_579478029_3975680_5565948_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cindy and I. One of my bestie in college :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Too bad for Monica where we supposed to come for this graduation together but unfortunately she's very sick ): pity pity.. Take care there, buddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OtUkqPauI/AAAAAAAAA30/mtvyn9I3Rog/s1600/25444_379195983029_579478029_3975681_7536395_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OtUkqPauI/AAAAAAAAA30/mtvyn9I3Rog/s320/25444_379195983029_579478029_3975681_7536395_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cindy and I with one of the graduates,&amp;nbsp;Shan Shan! Isn't she cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OtV_wZ5LI/AAAAAAAAA38/sk8umOst2SE/s320/25843_375688507798_724707798_3917121_6149571_n.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OtXJobgsI/AAAAAAAAA4E/3Q-wpqzTEmk/s320/25843_375688517798_724707798_3917122_7671900_n.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O1B3bZB_I/AAAAAAAAA5M/48msk6bq82A/s1600/IMG_8784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O1B3bZB_I/AAAAAAAAA5M/48msk6bq82A/s320/IMG_8784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First two photos of Anne, me, Azzah and Cindy taken by my senior senior senior, Patrick Chong! *credits* and third was Zhong's camera.. *credits*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By comparing, everyone has a change. Anne changed her smile, Azzah and I changed angle but not Cindy! She looks like copy paste right? Joking~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OwhW_EtNI/AAAAAAAAA4M/2BKb4oZzGqw/s1600/IMG_8785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OwhW_EtNI/AAAAAAAAA4M/2BKb4oZzGqw/s320/IMG_8785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OwjerB2wI/AAAAAAAAA4U/mGDUEYv2jeQ/s1600/IMG_8786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OwjerB2wI/AAAAAAAAA4U/mGDUEYv2jeQ/s320/IMG_8786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures of Zhong, Anne and I&amp;nbsp;taken by Cindy *credits* but the vertical ones looks blur. Sadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="72" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O1AaReGnI/AAAAAAAAA5E/cMWb_a5DeUo/s320/DSC06486.JPG" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 404px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 428px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-8274136673317721651?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8274136673317721651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/04/raffles-graduation-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8274136673317721651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8274136673317721651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/04/raffles-graduation-day.html' title='Raffles Graduation Day'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O0_KN5-AI/AAAAAAAAA48/2U2ZaNy6RT8/s72-c/DSC06485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-5802670231062659969</id><published>2010-03-22T06:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T06:20:41.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malacca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Malacca Trip Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This time we went Malacca with another couple which were Chee Yong and Tiffany! Supposingly we planned last minutely to Port Dickson but we changed our minds when we were having breakfast. Took my dad's alphard when he was not around to Malacca :x During our way, we saw the way to Port Dickson was jamming like hell and we were lucky that we didn't make the wrong decision. :) When we reached Malacca we had a short jam and we tried to find hotels or resorts to rest before we start although we're not going to over night there. We found Garden City which is an apartment and we stayed there for a moment and we went out for munching time at 3.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9XLkWF9I/AAAAAAAAA50/hVItHvvgpcI/s1600/DSC06327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9XLkWF9I/AAAAAAAAA50/hVItHvvgpcI/s320/DSC06327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here we are at the famous Chicken Rice Ball restaurant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9UvfUzhI/AAAAAAAAA5k/zBNYXMogmE4/s1600/DSC06325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9UvfUzhI/AAAAAAAAA5k/zBNYXMogmE4/s320/DSC06325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tiff and Chee Yong :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9V98RNgI/AAAAAAAAA5s/VX8pZH53ud8/s1600/DSC06326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9V98RNgI/AAAAAAAAA5s/VX8pZH53ud8/s320/DSC06326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dear&amp;nbsp;and I.. and what happened to your eye? and my hair is very messy I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9Z8wSs0I/AAAAAAAAA58/zBTahQuNe6Y/s1600/DSC06328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9Z8wSs0I/AAAAAAAAA58/zBTahQuNe6Y/s320/DSC06328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sifu with roasted chicken, steamed chicken.. and chickens..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9da8hcJI/AAAAAAAAA6E/qn2yUsRjbVY/s1600/DSC06329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9da8hcJI/AAAAAAAAA6E/qn2yUsRjbVY/s320/DSC06329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our food! Rice balls! Chickens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After having those as our starters, we continued our journey to look for more food :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As we were walking along, we passed by these sellers who sells these fruit&amp;nbsp;favoured juice bottle which is quite cheap with simple and nicely designed too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9fXIMNvI/AAAAAAAAA6M/MxOmqp-RMtw/s320/DSC06330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9iN-wwYI/AAAAAAAAA6U/bVn41SXSCpc/s1600/DSC06331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9iN-wwYI/AAAAAAAAA6U/bVn41SXSCpc/s320/DSC06331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bought 3 non-alcoholic&amp;nbsp;for RM10. Apple + Lemon for Tiffany and Chee Yong, Apple + Peach for&amp;nbsp;dear and Apple + Passion fruit which taste the best among them is mine! Muahahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9mXWja0I/AAAAAAAAA6c/LAQFjiPKAEc/s1600/DSC06333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9mXWja0I/AAAAAAAAA6c/LAQFjiPKAEc/s320/DSC06333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And we stopped by at the cendol stall and continue eating our desserts and the guys will have their laksa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9pt6LLXI/AAAAAAAAA6s/AwsEIWJtHrw/s1600/DSC06336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9pt6LLXI/AAAAAAAAA6s/AwsEIWJtHrw/s320/DSC06336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and&amp;nbsp;dear on the bridge while walking back from Jonker Street we had this sudden felt like we're in "Venice". Hahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9rwrjJFI/AAAAAAAAA60/xgTuq_MHTuU/s1600/DSC06337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9rwrjJFI/AAAAAAAAA60/xgTuq_MHTuU/s320/DSC06337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So as Chee Yong and Tiff :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9ui0dJAI/AAAAAAAAA68/ffW5MnPhOis/s1600/DSC06339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9ui0dJAI/AAAAAAAAA68/ffW5MnPhOis/s320/DSC06339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to Malacca! and look at his round tummy. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9wrmOEPI/AAAAAAAAA7E/P2akTQ-_F5o/s1600/DSC06340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9wrmOEPI/AAAAAAAAA7E/P2akTQ-_F5o/s320/DSC06340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O90XCk29I/AAAAAAAAA7U/ey4c6cSwYGo/s1600/DSC06342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O90XCk29I/AAAAAAAAA7U/ey4c6cSwYGo/s320/DSC06342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Camwhoring by the garden. We love nature. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then, we headed to the&amp;nbsp;beach nearby to continue camwhoring just to digest our food. Also, try to compare the shooting angles between mine and hers. Sigh, disappointed :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PCUKCx99I/AAAAAAAAA7k/ayZKXcFh7Pw/s1600/DSC06350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PCUKCx99I/AAAAAAAAA7k/ayZKXcFh7Pw/s320/DSC06350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PCYTzMZOI/AAAAAAAAA7s/0irvBWL0UH8/s1600/DSC06351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PCYTzMZOI/AAAAAAAAA7s/0irvBWL0UH8/s320/DSC06351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tiff and Chee Yong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PCdVmrMlI/AAAAAAAAA70/Di07rHTWJew/s320/DSC06353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PD_iPmCEI/AAAAAAAAA8k/5qGfSLfu9bw/s1600/DSC06358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PD_iPmCEI/AAAAAAAAA8k/5qGfSLfu9bw/s320/DSC06358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's them again and then us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PCmYzvazI/AAAAAAAAA8E/ABsSgzdeW_s/s1600/DSC06364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PCmYzvazI/AAAAAAAAA8E/ABsSgzdeW_s/s320/DSC06364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PCoZxq1jI/AAAAAAAAA8M/sbhJzUpldEQ/s1600/DSC06366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PCoZxq1jI/AAAAAAAAA8M/sbhJzUpldEQ/s320/DSC06366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at all these nice shots that I wanted but she couldn't ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PCrJljcbI/AAAAAAAAA8U/xj5wHJS2P5M/s1600/DSC06368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PCrJljcbI/AAAAAAAAA8U/xj5wHJS2P5M/s320/DSC06368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PCsz2bD-I/AAAAAAAAA8c/Q60DYqDp2Tk/s1600/DSC06369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PCsz2bD-I/AAAAAAAAA8c/Q60DYqDp2Tk/s320/DSC06369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cannot, have to teach her already.. and she got it for once! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and she wants it too =="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PFCVhQG0I/AAAAAAAAA8s/Xx4CsrE2V1U/s320/DSC06373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PFFN8FthI/AAAAAAAAA80/3CHbjAa6DgY/s1600/DSC06382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PFFN8FthI/AAAAAAAAA80/3CHbjAa6DgY/s320/DSC06382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Walking by the beach together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PFXdtf1OI/AAAAAAAAA88/AUHzEqYlYvU/s320/DSC06385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PFZt5HzFI/AAAAAAAAA9E/IZ3aND4y2UI/s1600/DSC06389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PFZt5HzFI/AAAAAAAAA9E/IZ3aND4y2UI/s320/DSC06389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PFgPtQl9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/zVzPIQyqZxw/s320/DSC06392.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PFi4J7A3I/AAAAAAAAA9U/sOs-g1mMEa8/s320/DSC06396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;chit chats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PGoWBC6fI/AAAAAAAAA9c/HdlBI2Vq5wM/s1600/DSC06408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PGoWBC6fI/AAAAAAAAA9c/HdlBI2Vq5wM/s200/DSC06408.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PGuaMnGjI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Uupk3obojO4/s1600/DSC06441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PGuaMnGjI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Uupk3obojO4/s200/DSC06441.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PGrKIzwJI/AAAAAAAAA9k/eD3l4EdBwWk/s1600/DSC06432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PGrKIzwJI/AAAAAAAAA9k/eD3l4EdBwWk/s200/DSC06432.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our hands. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PGxit2R3I/AAAAAAAAA90/GehoPUp9ve4/s1600/DSC06444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PGxit2R3I/AAAAAAAAA90/GehoPUp9ve4/s320/DSC06444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Group picture in the car before we leave the beach. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Afterthat we went back to Garden City for a bath and we checked out and headed for food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PG1E9xXQI/AAAAAAAAA98/JtUe_FwTB74/s1600/DSC06445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PG1E9xXQI/AAAAAAAAA98/JtUe_FwTB74/s200/DSC06445.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PG3JOCqPI/AAAAAAAAA-E/tBv4WZ9_KXs/s1600/DSC06446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PG3JOCqPI/AAAAAAAAA-E/tBv4WZ9_KXs/s200/DSC06446.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PG4j3zhCI/AAAAAAAAA-M/sEoxY12URAw/s1600/DSC06447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PG4j3zhCI/AAAAAAAAA-M/sEoxY12URAw/s200/DSC06447.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We're back to Nadeje to introduce these delicious desserts to Chee Yong and Tiff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then, we headed for the famous Capitol Satay Celup! But sadly, there's too many people and a lot of them were queueing for it too! Damn. So, we went to the second best which is at the other side of where we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PG6JrN99I/AAAAAAAAA-U/s4uAcwA6CQE/s1600/DSC06448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PG6JrN99I/AAAAAAAAA-U/s4uAcwA6CQE/s320/DSC06448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PG7laGBmI/AAAAAAAAA-c/JPAGg_fjfS4/s1600/DSC06449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PG7laGBmI/AAAAAAAAA-c/JPAGg_fjfS4/s320/DSC06449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look how busy I was suppose to be! But atleast I got some photo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Went back after eating because that cinderella (Tiffany) have to be home early. Hope we could have more trips together with more people no matter they have a companion or not. It would be lotsa fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PG8f6OQ2I/AAAAAAAAA-k/cygN7MfGAek/s1600/DSC063982.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7PG8f6OQ2I/AAAAAAAAA-k/cygN7MfGAek/s320/DSC063982.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love beach. &amp;lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.:THE END:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-5802670231062659969?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/5802670231062659969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/04/malacca-trip-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/5802670231062659969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/5802670231062659969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/04/malacca-trip-again.html' title='Malacca Trip Again!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O9XLkWF9I/AAAAAAAAA50/hVItHvvgpcI/s72-c/DSC06327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-7081018001613075763</id><published>2010-03-20T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:46:51.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Zhong!</title><content type='html'>Happy happy happy birthday to you, How Wei Zhong! You're one year older now. Be good and listen to your mummy. :) Sorry that I couldn't join your full day party on ice-skating and movie because I've got a moral class to attend and furthermore it's an exam! SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oxx6Y035I/AAAAAAAAA4c/GiH0Lvr8A0Q/s320/DSCF2569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OxzWn1_iI/AAAAAAAAA4k/hXm96E2NIBI/s320/DSCF2570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Ox1ECmPfI/AAAAAAAAA4s/YVrFUWodi3I/s320/DSCF2571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Ox2YHU8zI/AAAAAAAAA40/yXc6WWUU-DE/s320/DSCF2572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the photos. Too bad some pictures I've tried to fix the brightness of it but this is the best I could to keep the pictures' quality. By the way it's at Gaga Garden, Bukit Jalil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From top left lane to top right lane to bottom left lane and finally to bottom right lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Chee Yong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Tony&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Eric&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Woon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Jen Chung&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Yao&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Kai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;JC's friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;(sorry I don't know your name &amp;gt;&amp;lt;")&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Tuck Yik&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Elaine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Ivy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Zhong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Anne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Ee Quin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Keng Sein&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Darren&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;How Wei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Zhong&lt;/span&gt;! Have a blast and all the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7081018001613075763?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7081018001613075763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-zhong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7081018001613075763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7081018001613075763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-zhong.html' title='Happy Birthday Zhong!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oxx6Y035I/AAAAAAAAA4c/GiH0Lvr8A0Q/s72-c/DSCF2569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-7043488805108347292</id><published>2010-03-15T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T05:18:18.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>White Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It's White Valentines day! Where this time males give gifts to females. As promised that he failed to make it on the Valentines day which he thinks that it's very inconvinient and not special at all, he made it today where he's bringing me to The Garden's GSC (Golden Screen Cinema) Signature to watch "Remember Me" premierly :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O6-tyXGYI/AAAAAAAAA5U/dmCMGRqtG4A/s1600/DSC06305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O6-tyXGYI/AAAAAAAAA5U/dmCMGRqtG4A/s320/DSC06305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our tickets with a total of RM42 just for the movie. Besides that we've even bought some food to much inside which cost around that price either and I think the whole thing nearly cost us RM100 @@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O6_uS41sI/AAAAAAAAA5c/jni7SWGfjaE/s1600/DSC06309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O6_uS41sI/AAAAAAAAA5c/jni7SWGfjaE/s320/DSC06309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Blue for White Valentines :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Valentines!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7043488805108347292?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7043488805108347292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/03/white-valentines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7043488805108347292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7043488805108347292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/03/white-valentines.html' title='White Valentines'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/S7O6-tyXGYI/AAAAAAAAA5U/dmCMGRqtG4A/s72-c/DSC06305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-2674054059535819372</id><published>2010-02-17T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:56:22.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GDB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke'/><title type='text'>Tony's Mansion</title><content type='html'>Came back from hometown today and went to my best friend, Tony's house. What a rush. Went there and gamble gamble gamble like we've used to it last time. Not many of us went but I can say only close ones went :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe came too! It means&amp;nbsp;she camwhored together with Tiffany (Li Wei) and me!&amp;nbsp;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oi0GFGluI/AAAAAAAAAzk/J8tJh9VWOxI/s1600/26789_332024257272_722862272_3962276_1975711_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oi0GFGluI/AAAAAAAAAzk/J8tJh9VWOxI/s320/26789_332024257272_722862272_3962276_1975711_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tiffany, Phoebe and I at the first floor while the guys were playing pool :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then, we went to that comfy comfy carpet to continue our camwhore session :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oi1o_bWdI/AAAAAAAAAzs/RydWC_VVX_I/s1600/26789_332024282272_722862272_3962279_5912130_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oi1o_bWdI/AAAAAAAAAzs/RydWC_VVX_I/s320/26789_332024282272_722862272_3962279_5912130_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me and Tiffy :) she's skinny I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oi3SHgQNI/AAAAAAAAAz0/LkHpXCY2b_E/s1600/26789_332024292272_722862272_3962280_4499629_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oi3SHgQNI/AAAAAAAAAz0/LkHpXCY2b_E/s320/26789_332024292272_722862272_3962280_4499629_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The camwhorer Phoebe and I :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oi5AJYWwI/AAAAAAAAAz8/W0WMwlYD2jc/s320/26789_332024322272_722862272_3962282_333056_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oi7J6Sx-I/AAAAAAAAA0E/miecPGbJyHU/s1600/26789_332024327272_722862272_3962283_2252001_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oi7J6Sx-I/AAAAAAAAA0E/miecPGbJyHU/s320/26789_332024327272_722862272_3962283_2252001_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oops a little blur on the left.. Right's is clear but there's shadows of my hand and the camera! hmph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OkUsQ8E7I/AAAAAAAAA0M/9jqFu_d3e1o/s320/26789_332024382272_722862272_3962286_8327496_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OkYPqqn4I/AAAAAAAAA0U/3a6cinETwCE/s1600/26789_332024392272_722862272_3962287_3190575_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OkYPqqn4I/AAAAAAAAA0U/3a6cinETwCE/s320/26789_332024392272_722862272_3962287_3190575_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's try some flash which makes our skins look more like made of plastic :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OkZ2dE6DI/AAAAAAAAA0c/zyosCPXDTp0/s1600/26789_332024437272_722862272_3962291_7654620_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OkZ2dE6DI/AAAAAAAAA0c/zyosCPXDTp0/s320/26789_332024437272_722862272_3962291_7654620_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Phoebe so called "modelling" :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Okbsora5I/AAAAAAAAA0k/fCLIOwLwWJw/s1600/26789_332024462272_722862272_3962292_7139101_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Okbsora5I/AAAAAAAAA0k/fCLIOwLwWJw/s320/26789_332024462272_722862272_3962292_7139101_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and then me and Tiffy. I know I looked a bit over &amp;gt;&amp;lt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OkdF9VY0I/AAAAAAAAA0s/fQKKwtLWjDg/s1600/26789_332024482272_722862272_3962294_4158213_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OkdF9VY0I/AAAAAAAAA0s/fQKKwtLWjDg/s320/26789_332024482272_722862272_3962294_4158213_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it's us again but this time more proper :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Okgn0YzjI/AAAAAAAAA00/Eigrc7IQkzk/s1600/26789_332024497272_722862272_3962295_453076_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Okgn0YzjI/AAAAAAAAA00/Eigrc7IQkzk/s320/26789_332024497272_722862272_3962295_453076_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah~ Lying on that furry carpet. Nice~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh ya, credit for Siew Ping on this pic ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Okjh-8r2I/AAAAAAAAA08/xtD0agDM2ew/s1600/26789_332024502272_722862272_3962296_7519825_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Okjh-8r2I/AAAAAAAAA08/xtD0agDM2ew/s320/26789_332024502272_722862272_3962296_7519825_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Tiff's LALA post. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;last but not least..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OklV9s67I/AAAAAAAAA1E/K8ti6OgSBB4/s1600/26789_332024687272_722862272_3962310_5139745_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OklV9s67I/AAAAAAAAA1E/K8ti6OgSBB4/s320/26789_332024687272_722862272_3962310_5139745_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Phoebe and I in the car as Zhong is the driver of WSH 973. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay okay no more&amp;nbsp;camwhore but heading to GDB to meet up with Tuck Yik, Kai and Yao for Chinese New Year dinner among friends. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Omro3IbRI/AAAAAAAAA1M/SVXINTC42GQ/s1600/DSC06030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Omro3IbRI/AAAAAAAAA1M/SVXINTC42GQ/s320/DSC06030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chee Yong, you're singing with lotsa passion! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oms1vR7aI/AAAAAAAAA1U/1p_w3foTtVs/s1600/DSC06033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oms1vR7aI/AAAAAAAAA1U/1p_w3foTtVs/s320/DSC06033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zhong, don't show me your sombong face kay? Imma punch your face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OmxFEZfbI/AAAAAAAAA1c/G4KYqUQEoWk/s1600/DSC06034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OmxFEZfbI/AAAAAAAAA1c/G4KYqUQEoWk/s320/DSC06034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Phoebe "fatt hao" *proven*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Omy9AhiFI/AAAAAAAAA1k/6pNBRVLZswA/s320/DSC06035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Om085QEaI/AAAAAAAAA1s/GRyQ7UluZk0/s1600/DSC06036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Om085QEaI/AAAAAAAAA1s/GRyQ7UluZk0/s320/DSC06036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love their long legs @@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Om2xwNYWI/AAAAAAAAA10/XPzWbkYx15M/s1600/DSC06037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Om2xwNYWI/AAAAAAAAA10/XPzWbkYx15M/s320/DSC06037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and homie Kai! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Om_NrFnLI/AAAAAAAAA2M/o-dBceCNv_U/s1600/DSC06040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Om_NrFnLI/AAAAAAAAA2M/o-dBceCNv_U/s320/DSC06040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my god, look what song are they singing.. =="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rasa sayang hey! Rasa sayang sayang HEY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Really no eye see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-2674054059535819372?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2674054059535819372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/04/tonys-mansion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2674054059535819372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2674054059535819372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/04/tonys-mansion.html' title='Tony&apos;s Mansion'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oi0GFGluI/AAAAAAAAAzk/J8tJh9VWOxI/s72-c/26789_332024257272_722862272_3962276_1975711_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-1920898208100203404</id><published>2010-02-14T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T03:25:50.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year &amp; Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>This year's Chinese New Year OR Valentines Day is kinda special because they're both on the same day! :) Well some pictures on getting some ang paos (red packets) from my aunt because she's a new wedded couple and we're gonna get double from her. Teehee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OemuDtKlI/AAAAAAAAAy8/bLMqbtYiM24/s1600/Image2618.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OemuDtKlI/AAAAAAAAAy8/bLMqbtYiM24/s320/Image2618.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Double is good! Double happiness :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OeoIOIeLI/AAAAAAAAAzE/s1bZ1TaSk_I/s1600/Image2619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OeoIOIeLI/AAAAAAAAAzE/s1bZ1TaSk_I/s320/Image2619.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ken receiving from my aunt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OeppymyzI/AAAAAAAAAzM/gTjYPxZ5NLA/s1600/Image2620.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OeppymyzI/AAAAAAAAAzM/gTjYPxZ5NLA/s320/Image2620.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My eldest uncle's son Wilson :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oeq2KPgXI/AAAAAAAAAzU/j05j0c9UZe8/s1600/Image2621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oeq2KPgXI/AAAAAAAAAzU/j05j0c9UZe8/s320/Image2621.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The couple and my youngest silly uncle :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oer42B1nI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Tw46kG7KSOs/s1600/Image2622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oer42B1nI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Tw46kG7KSOs/s320/Image2622.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least, a cute picture of him :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After that, my family and I went back to Sungai Pelek, which is my hometown for more angpaos. Catch ya later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hereby wishing &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Chow Ee Quin&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; and hope we still keep in touch"! Also, wishing everyone &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;, get more ang paos and &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt;. Even if you don't have a companion, don't be upset because being single is also a very happy&amp;nbsp;thing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-1920898208100203404?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1920898208100203404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1920898208100203404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1920898208100203404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year-valentines-day.html' title='Chinese New Year &amp; Valentines Day'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OemuDtKlI/AAAAAAAAAy8/bLMqbtYiM24/s72-c/Image2618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-8739971367780403059</id><published>2010-02-13T03:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T03:21:18.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's Chinese New Year Eve! Every family will have their reunion dinner together which every one "lou sang" together :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OcWs-Gb1I/AAAAAAAAAyc/0l1Apz4vEMw/s1600/Image2614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OcWs-Gb1I/AAAAAAAAAyc/0l1Apz4vEMw/s320/Image2614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Preparing for lou sang.. and my mum looks like she can't wait for it =="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OcYws5ZYI/AAAAAAAAAyk/2md1yG988VQ/s1600/Image2615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OcYws5ZYI/AAAAAAAAAyk/2md1yG988VQ/s320/Image2615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mum's calling everyone to gather :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Ocavpj1gI/AAAAAAAAAys/lnFHAT-dTfo/s1600/Image2616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Ocavpj1gI/AAAAAAAAAys/lnFHAT-dTfo/s320/Image2616.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lou ah lou ah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OcbsPtq-I/AAAAAAAAAy0/VePpoGLh-1o/s1600/Image2617-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OcbsPtq-I/AAAAAAAAAy0/VePpoGLh-1o/s320/Image2617-001.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My uncle purposely took this picture for my aunt who got just got married and this year she has to eat with her husband's family. Wanna eat? AH~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;By the way, would like to wish my old best friend of mine, &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Carol Lee Siew Wei&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;" and&amp;nbsp;have a blast&amp;nbsp;although now as we've grown up, we had not been close but still wish you all the best!&amp;nbsp;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-8739971367780403059?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8739971367780403059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8739971367780403059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8739971367780403059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year-eve.html' title='Chinese New Year Eve'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OcWs-Gb1I/AAAAAAAAAyc/0l1Apz4vEMw/s72-c/Image2614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-1798574845170700687</id><published>2010-02-07T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:03:27.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I've already indirectly pointed you what I want and I think I even told you when you've asked. Since you can live without me already why should I continue with you? You're not afraid that my answer is no. It's you lost the feeling also. If you really still care, whenever I asked where were you and who were you with you won't be answering "out" and "friends". Is the person and place nameless till you have no idea what is it called? These days I keep asking you because I just wanna return your shirt that you left it in my house as I wanna clear everything in my house. THAT already indirectly pointing that I wanna see you but you still don't want to. It's okay, fine. Now you wanna meet me? I won't. The last time we met is the last time we meet each other. I don't wanna see your fucking face anymore. I wasted so much things on you let it all be a bad lesson to me that I've learnt. You want me to go for tomorrow's karaoke session? "If you wanna see me then go tomorrow." What does this actually means? Yes, I agree I missed you eversince I never met you for days and sorry, it doesn't mean that I can't really live without you. It's just a matter of time I need to calm myself down from you. And YOU stop buggering around me. I don't need to respect your "wants" eventhough I left you. You don't have to fuck my friends that I've joined for any occasions. You said you're starting your college soon on March, which college is it? Sunway? Great, now you'll have great time with her. If you wanna leave me just tell me. Don't have to find back-ups to cover me. I won't and don't like to snatch "you" away from "her". What ever tricks you're gonna do I ain't wanna fall for it anymore. You think you went to those club or pub or wherever you went doesn't need any payment so what? It's not you but them. You say you're not gonna let down your mum and your family. Okay fine again, you've made it worse as you can't see what you're doing. This is not that I care for you that much but just a damn reminder to you that, as I've told you before if you still continue your "normal lifestyle" soon I'll see you not living. The more I love you, the more pissed I get. FYI I know what I'm doing is right or wrong it means that I know what I did right and what I did wrong. Don't tell me that I didn't give you chance this time. I gave but you wasted it in many ways that I can't seem to count with my fingers. Have thought of patching up that night but you've made it gone wrong. Or maybe it's fated to be? You want me to come tomorrow right? Let me slap you in front of all of them then I'll join.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S22RVgfnlmI/AAAAAAAAAyE/D7EAox1uiVE/s1600-h/break-up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S22RVgfnlmI/AAAAAAAAAyE/D7EAox1uiVE/s320/break-up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;FUCKMYLIFE.&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/553775228915395095-1798574845170700687?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1798574845170700687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/02/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1798574845170700687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1798574845170700687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/02/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/S22RVgfnlmI/AAAAAAAAAyE/D7EAox1uiVE/s72-c/break-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-7473674453245289816</id><published>2010-02-04T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:55:44.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>朋友到底是什么?</title><content type='html'>什么是朋友? 一个朋友是不是那种旁其他人丧我的心? 才昨晚你和我在谈这我的事情和答应我今天的事 你今天就和他一起出去? 这些是什么意思? 你昨晚才对我说些让我对他没那么生气 那&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;你现在在干吗&lt;/span&gt;? 我不生他的气那你要我生气你了? &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;我不介意&lt;/span&gt;.. 如果你不会答应人一件事 那就别随便答应. 我最讨厌就是答应了东西 没做成! 算了吧管你们那么多.. 我会自己找我自己的生活! 真讨厌!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而你,&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; 别再烦我&lt;/span&gt;! 我真的给你&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;气到半死&lt;/span&gt;了! 要就你慢慢等 不要就别烦我! 就算你还爱我那又怎样? 你让我&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;太失望&lt;/span&gt;了. 对我来说, 你做男友做到&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;很失败&lt;/span&gt;! 总之别再烦我, 你有你的生活 我有我的.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7473674453245289816?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7473674453245289816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7473674453245289816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7473674453245289816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='朋友到底是什么?'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-7589860259634866600</id><published>2010-01-29T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:30:37.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>特别的一天</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;虽然我和你没了, 如果我们有今天的一天就是我们的半年周年了. 而且我没忘过这一天,29号, 应为对我来说是有很多好和不好的记忆. 算了吧...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7589860259634866600?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7589860259634866600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7589860259634866600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7589860259634866600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_29.html' title='特别的一天'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-9151793306345862968</id><published>2010-01-26T14:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:20:03.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>哭过就好了</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;不喜欢怀疑什么   并不表示我没有感受&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bu xi huan huai yi shen me, bing bu biao shi wo mei you gan shou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;看你微妙的变化    慢慢不同&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kan ni wei miao de bian hua, man man bu tong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;我不是生气   只是心痛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wo bu shi sheng qi, zhi shi xin tong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;最讨厌被误会了    但越解释越觉得难过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;zui tao yan bei wu hui le, dan yue jie shi yue jue de nan guo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;你可以说人会变   但不能说   你会这么做是我的错&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ni ke yi shuo ren hui bian, dan bu neng shuo, ni hui zhe me zuo shi wo de cuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;哭过就好了   伤都会好的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ku guo jiu hao le, shang dou hui hao de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;这样相信所以深呼吸着割舍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;zhe yang xiang xin suo yi shen hu xi zhe ge she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;爱是为了拥抱   为了牵手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ai shi wei le yong bao, wei le qian shou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;不是为了争吵   为了调头&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bu shi wei le zheng chao, wei le diao tou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;哭过就好了   痛都会走的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ku guo jiu hao le, tong dou hui zou de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;记忆有限   所以它会淘汰坏的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ji yi you xian, suo yi ta hui tao tai huai de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;失眠听歌   想念虽然苦涩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;shi mian ting ge, xiang nian sui ran ku se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;还是谢谢你让我长大了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hai shi xie xie ni rang wo zhang da le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;越多美好堆叠的过往&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yue duo mei hao dui ji de guo wang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;想忘就得推倒更大的悲伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;xiang wang jiu de tui dao geng da de bei shang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;要找勇气却不在口袋或手上&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yao zhao yong qi que bu zai kou dai huo shou shang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;但它一定在我身上某个地方&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dan ta yi ding zai wo shen shang mou ge di fang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Doesn't like to suspicious but it doesn't mean that I've no feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Watching you changing slowly to a different person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'm not angry but disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Most hated to be misunderstood but the more explanations, the more disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;You can say that humans will change but you can't say that whatever you did this is my fault &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Pain relieves after crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;I believe this than giving out deep breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Love is all about huggings and holding hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Not arguements and regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Pain relieves after crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Memories are limited that's why bad memories overtakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Although listening to songs during insomnia is torturing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Just to thank you for making me grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;The more beautiful memories stacked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Would have more sadness to overcome when erasing memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Do find the courage but not from your hands in your pocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Thus, it's all around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;如果我能哭完之后心情会好一点哪有多么好呢...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;可是为了你而泪值得吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;这首歌是满室和我现在的心情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;也希望你下次会有跟好的一天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;应为我知道我们不会在一起了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;如果我们真的在一起来过, 结果也是不便的...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;就让我最后一次跟你道歉在我所做错的事情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;对不起, 再见!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-9151793306345862968?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/9151793306345862968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/9151793306345862968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/9151793306345862968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='哭过就好了'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-6081499517724303450</id><published>2010-01-25T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:00:57.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eric'/><title type='text'>Stopped.</title><content type='html'>After 11 days of your birthday, I broke up. Though I've seen and knew some of your family member, I still prefer to be "away" from you. Many sad memories are still kept in my mind till one day which is now that I can't stand anymore and that's why I insist to. You've asked me "Are you sure that there's no memories that can keep us together again?" for a few times and yes there's but I don't wanna follow what I've did previously and made myself regret very much. Yes, you've also complained that I'm demanding and I agreed but I just want you to know what's the reason behind what I'm doing. It's not that I don't wanna give you freedom but you've just misused your freedom that you have when you're fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I'm typing this, it's my first day of being single again. I hope that our final break up is a lesson for you. Being as single is a much better that you don't have to listen to a partner of yours, don't have to pay double for what you're actually paying for, and you can have more fun. Trust me. As for feelings, you said you loved me more than I love you. Then, who's the one giving more true love and care? Living in a normal life as what people do like study, active and outings in the morning and sleeps at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everything seems to turn into dusts now. You have your way and I'll have mine. Good luck and all the best. Thank you for respecting my decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-6081499517724303450?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6081499517724303450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/stopped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6081499517724303450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6081499517724303450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/stopped.html' title='Stopped.'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-4153032500630026809</id><published>2010-01-14T04:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:24:54.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Happy Birthday to you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gathered at Woon's house at 9.00pm but Phoebe was late so we started to move at 9.30pm. Reach Lot10 and went into Shabu One, 3rd floor after the birthday boy paid for all of us, thank you dear! :) Everyone eat, eat, eat, and eat non-stop till everyone's bloated :S Around 11.45pm there comes the birthday boy's chocolate blueberry cake! Celebrated his birthday within 15 minutes before it's over. Well, not all had the cake unfortunately cuz' all was kinda bloated. Then, had a mini drinking session where the birthday boy had to drink Chivas that he brought to the dinner for 5 seconds from the mouth of the bottle. Success! Then, there's another between Woon and C.Yong where Woon starts to drink and then C.Yong. Sadly there's no second sessions and everyone went back home after that. The end, simple and easy. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426922872259657138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S1BNmWh6vbI/AAAAAAAAAx8/tdozOKOl30o/s400/DSC05851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Eric dear ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426922859083973666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S1BNllclxCI/AAAAAAAAAxs/rmgWJGfBUTo/s400/DSC05853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Eric with the guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kai whatcha doin' ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426922867024618402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S1BNmDByY6I/AAAAAAAAAx0/jYKbFE_KKOg/s400/DSC05854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Eric with the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426922849584326402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S1BNlCDspwI/AAAAAAAAAxc/mb90sWvtdck/s400/DSC05855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Praying for the cake to BOOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426922855503732962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S1BNlYG_oOI/AAAAAAAAAxk/-EBnIwlP0Xo/s400/DSC05858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Slice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-4153032500630026809?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4153032500630026809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4153032500630026809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4153032500630026809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-dear.html' title='Happy Birthday Dear!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/S1BNmWh6vbI/AAAAAAAAAx8/tdozOKOl30o/s72-c/DSC05851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-8970299906849326163</id><published>2010-01-13T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:24:06.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eric'/><title type='text'>Birthday Eve</title><content type='html'>It's your birthday eve! And a dumbo girlfriend of yours just bought things last minute. Nothing much but hope you will like it :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426660421802214610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S09e5uYxRNI/AAAAAAAAAxU/wxFHtW-r4g4/s400/DSC05837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-8970299906849326163?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8970299906849326163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8970299906849326163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8970299906849326163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-eve.html' title='Birthday Eve'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/S09e5uYxRNI/AAAAAAAAAxU/wxFHtW-r4g4/s72-c/DSC05837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-4301564224071472547</id><published>2010-01-09T00:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T02:29:24.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Disappointedly depressed</title><content type='html'>I'm very very very disappointed at myself that I think I expected too much. As you introduce me, I know you were very shy but still others helped you to say the word that you were too shy about to speak it out. Why would you say "yeah something like that.." and "can say so la.." since others helped you spoke it out already? The dinner was fine and I'm okay with them. They even treated me better than you do. During the entry and intros, I've already got such impressions. Then, while we're waiting for the next dish, you told me you've signed up for the gym that she went. I remembered that previously you said that she'd stopped going to gym and when we met her together with you, she just said that she just finished her gym there. Fine. After dinner, you fetched me home and didn't even ask me where would I like to go or maybe a movie for two of us only? Instead I was the one should be telling you what a boyfriend should do but you ignored and ask me whether I would find her for a tea since we're near her place. Never once you'd ask me for a movie unless I did. Reached home you said I was angry when I was holding up my tears and very upset and depressed. Obviously, I pretended in front of you that I wasn't. On the phone you said you heard I was crying. There I expected again that you'd say you're coming to look for me now as you said last time you would sacrifice for me. Done. What I heard was, I'll come and find you tomorrow 12pm okay? There's still tomorrow to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I just felt am I really that bad or just friends? The whole dinner is just like introducing to your family as a friend. Everyday I kept asking myself a question that till now I couldn't even get a perfect answer from anyone and even myself. As I'm typing this post, seriously I'm crying like shit right now. It's the worst thing ever in my life. You asked me to treat you better like before, now I did and what I get wasn't the one I want. Even to treat you better, I tried to protect my feelings for you before it 100% fades away eversince October. You've never once taken my heart away before and you've failed many times and the word "sorry" I've heard for tons. Everytime we almost broke up officially, you said a lot of good things that you make me not to break up with you just because you can't leave me. End up your promises never ever come true. Not even one. You said that you'd listen to me and promise me and whatever shits that you'd say just to make me refuse are all bullshits. Now, you made me feel regret that I let go of him, patched up with you, and those break ups before. You kept saying you're a beginner. Don't you observe everywhere around you how bgfs are treated? Why do you even care what people see and thinks about what your action is that is what I strongly don't understand about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's another scar. How many scars have you made? How long should I stand? What am I in your eyes? Am I actually doing the one-sided love you said before? How much love left from me for you? Can you ever ever know and see deeply what my feelings were? What my tears were? I just can't believe that you still can hang out with your friends with giggles after I've heard your accidentally recorded voicemails. Seriously, I can get over it and I WON'T LET GUYS RUIN MY LIFE! It's my fucking life damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you expected, I granted most. What I expected never comes. All this were strangling me. Nothing else in my mind but break ups.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-4301564224071472547?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4301564224071472547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/disappointedly-depressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4301564224071472547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4301564224071472547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/disappointedly-depressed.html' title='Disappointedly depressed'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-1331531901192044471</id><published>2010-01-05T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:59:42.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my last day of holiday now as I'm feeling free to blog, incase there's no time for me to do it. I hope I will have better time management than last term as many things have to rush. Sleeping early tonight as tomorrow have to wake up early to go for a full day class ): It's been quite sometime that I didn't really wake up in the mornings. Sadly, this term is kinda boring as I assumed. Only studio lessons are interesting which this term I'm gonna take is Studio 4 : Restaurant. Others were, furniture history, malay and moral. Ughh. ARCS, I have no idea what subject is this but give it a try. Signing off, ciaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-1331531901192044471?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1331531901192044471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-my-last-day-of-holiday-now-as-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1331531901192044471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1331531901192044471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-my-last-day-of-holiday-now-as-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-3559940786428598106</id><published>2010-01-01T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:10:07.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>Happy 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sz46RqL-i6I/AAAAAAAAAus/1CSnHZ3Fbt0/s1600-h/Happy-New-Year.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sz46RKnLQhI/AAAAAAAAAuk/3lFmfBHSpH0/s1600-h/sdghjkhl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421835067981513234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sz46RKnLQhI/AAAAAAAAAuk/3lFmfBHSpH0/s400/sdghjkhl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Happy Twenty-Ten to all my family members, dearests, besties, friends, and readers! Eventhough 2009 was a great year to most of us but let's make 2010 a better year for a better living! Cheers.&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/553775228915395095-3559940786428598106?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3559940786428598106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/3559940786428598106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/3559940786428598106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='Happy 2010!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/Sz46RKnLQhI/AAAAAAAAAuk/3lFmfBHSpH0/s72-c/sdghjkhl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-2486638963339861204</id><published>2010-01-01T04:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:09:49.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Eve</title><content type='html'>Introduced Eric to my family and seems like there's no comment or any question asked. Maybe because there's too many food so they forgot to ask? Just weird. Anyways, went to Tony's restaurant after dinner, saw Alison Chow and her family there,&amp;nbsp;and took picture&amp;nbsp;while watching fireworks&amp;nbsp;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OqzpWtYII/AAAAAAAAA2U/W-mds1fI4LU/s1600/22353_247239942272_722862272_3642180_7704057_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OqzpWtYII/AAAAAAAAA2U/W-mds1fI4LU/s320/22353_247239942272_722862272_3642180_7704057_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Us, us and us. Oops, I mean Zhong and his cutie sista, Wei Ping :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oq1Ta8rZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/daznKjzAFnE/s1600/22353_247248842272_722862272_3642217_5506493_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/S7Oq1Ta8rZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/daznKjzAFnE/s320/22353_247248842272_722862272_3642217_5506493_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to mamak afterthat at ABC, Kuchai Lama to meet up Yen and Yit Han :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was wearing contact lens by the way.. that's why my eyes look a lot smaller than usual ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-2486638963339861204?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2486638963339861204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-year-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2486638963339861204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2486638963339861204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-year-eve.html' title='New Year Eve'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/S7OqzpWtYII/AAAAAAAAA2U/W-mds1fI4LU/s72-c/22353_247239942272_722862272_3642180_7704057_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-2153733255800286290</id><published>2009-12-25T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:36:46.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry X'mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzUTVh7hnbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Tl40NlzcBuw/s1600-h/3091745346_9946313ddc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419258987216477618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzUTVh7hnbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Tl40NlzcBuw/s400/3091745346_9946313ddc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't ask for any gifts but I would like to ask for your help to grant me some wishes that I've made. Firstly, I would love to solve my family problems as soon as possible so that we could live comfortably like before. Secondly, I would hope that I wouldn't face too much personal problems to make my life that harsh. Thirdly, I would like all my friends to be happy as well as they go through their lives. Three wishes currently for my dear Santa to take his most precious time to make it come through as soon as possible though it may take years. If it's only a wish for one Christmas, then one by one it is. One more help that I need is as Santa brings presents to all my friends out there, send my regards by wishing them "Blessed Christmas". Thank you, Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bibu.Ivy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-2153733255800286290?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2153733255800286290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-xmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2153733255800286290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2153733255800286290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-xmas.html' title='Merry X&apos;mas'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/SzUTVh7hnbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Tl40NlzcBuw/s72-c/3091745346_9946313ddc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-7237857399104681134</id><published>2009-12-20T04:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:07:01.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raymond lam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Raymond Lam's Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yeah! It's one of the handsome guy, Raymond Lam (林峰). The real one.. not Tony Chock ya :P Anyways started our journey from my house at 6.15pm and reached early because I don't know why tho there's slight jam cuz' it's raining or somehow drizzling. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While thinking as we're walking through those shops, today's date was 19th of December 2009! Guess what? 1901 HotDog has promotions and prices were lower than 50% of the original but only few choices from the menu were that kinda price, others remained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat Genting's "limousine" to the Arena of Stars before the concert begins. By the way, the weather there wasn't that cold but when there's wind, it's freezing. There's a lot of crazy Raymond's fans around and it's freaking packed! Anyway while waiting for it to begin.. Munch munch munch~ While munching our burgers, it started! WOOHOO there goes Raymond! He also brought some other singers along, Vincy (永儿), ManHan and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419250178745111378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzULUz0TE1I/AAAAAAAAAts/gJczES8Xe8M/s400/DSC05647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419250183309345714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzULVE0fw7I/AAAAAAAAAt0/ag65OdIDzxs/s400/DSC05658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419251451697376546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzUMe57xLSI/AAAAAAAAAuU/jWxLO0GY3dI/s400/DSC05679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419250204654745650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzULWUVouDI/AAAAAAAAAuM/U4UUwNrrjf8/s400/DSC05682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419250190253931842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzULVesNvUI/AAAAAAAAAt8/aAJMFHaR65g/s400/DSC05686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419250197122006066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzULV4RsPDI/AAAAAAAAAuE/-esFgH1QKDg/s400/DSC05688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Concert ended extremely early on 10.30pm sharp! Went back and while we're in the car, camwhoring session turned on. Thanks to Leo Chan Yit Han, and then later was Phoebe Tan Phooi Phooi. Look at the pictures then you'll know what I meant.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418166873712021810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzEyEKFk0TI/AAAAAAAAAtE/4EhZytutMVU/s400/Choi+Yen+%26+Phoebe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introducing first pair, Yen &amp;amp; Phoebe flashing in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418166883363738914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzEyEuCuVSI/AAAAAAAAAtM/H6R7Tx057gI/s400/Ivy+%26+Phoebe+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Next pair, Ivy &amp;amp; Phoebe's turn.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418166884297118194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzEyExhQkfI/AAAAAAAAAtU/RYWBJlupNUE/s400/John+%26+Leo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;While asking for a lil' favour/help from Yit Han, there goes grabbing the camera away and start taking photos with John. This picture might look kinda gay but it's not! I like it :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418166889882220402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzEyFGU2d3I/AAAAAAAAAtc/fkb5GYPp8mA/s400/Trios.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lastly, TRIOs.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418168382803052066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzEzb_46hiI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Rmj_u_FQHOQ/s400/14338_227704862272_722862272_3542313_6582464_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sekian, TERIMA KASIH. Sam Pats...&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/553775228915395095-7237857399104681134?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7237857399104681134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/12/raymond-lams-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7237857399104681134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7237857399104681134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/12/raymond-lams-concert.html' title='Raymond Lam&apos;s Concert'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/SzULUz0TE1I/AAAAAAAAAts/gJczES8Xe8M/s72-c/DSC05647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-6734089893233702545</id><published>2009-12-17T02:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T04:24:48.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>3rd Term Holiday!</title><content type='html'>Yes, holiday it is! After 16th of December's 3.15pm of 2009 will be my holiday till January. Finally I can update my posts and have a good night sleep. It's been 3 nights I didn't get enough sleep and rest. Rushed all assignments and projects on the dot and now finally it's holiday! Well.. Didn't plan much for holiday but I think I'd rest for a few days then maybe I'll be working for my cousin brother? Oh well, see how it is tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I got my fifth term timetable already. Only 3 days which are Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Ofcourse, there'll be goods and bads. Good thing is I only need to study for 3 days and bad thing is I have 2 full day classes. Tiring. This course, I realised that they also changes my resting times. First term, I have kinda flexible timetable and as I went to second term I had better. Third was morning classes so everything changed as I have to sleep early and wake early like high school days. As fourth term everything were in afternoon most of the time and I had to change my time so that I don't feel sleepy in class and concentrate more. Having tough time through the progress of getting an advanced diploma for my dream but it's worthful because as I dream I must as well make it come true. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418158628972077010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzEqkQCZH9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/qLzXl6pY8V8/s400/Modern+Mansion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tadaaaa~ This is one of my subject as finals. Although it's not a pro standard yet but still I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-6734089893233702545?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6734089893233702545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/12/3rd-term-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6734089893233702545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6734089893233702545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/12/3rd-term-holiday.html' title='3rd Term Holiday!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/SzEqkQCZH9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/qLzXl6pY8V8/s72-c/Modern+Mansion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-7195759751445473503</id><published>2009-12-12T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T04:50:23.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering</title><content type='html'>It's our 5 science 3 gathering day! I mean night. Just a short info on our night and venue was at T.G.I.Friday @ Pavilion, Kuala Lumpur. We started around 7pm-8pm and ordered food while we're talking loudly to each other as I think we missed each other somehow. Not just students but there's 2 teachers and 1 unknown came from 5 science 2 joined us (Param a.k.a. Vivek's date?). Only Mr. Aru and Mr. Ramesh came but not Ms. Nirmala and Mr. Raj as they can't make it. Aww. Just a group picture to share (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418161016856705650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzEsvPmc-nI/AAAAAAAAAsk/g9tgUl8QaJw/s400/14338_227691922272_722862272_3542250_186400_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418161023393695666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzEsvn8_h7I/AAAAAAAAAss/FWdix_AgETA/s400/14338_227691927272_722862272_3542251_6011290_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although not all came, but still we've met each other after we've been "lost".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went back to Yen's hotel and Phoebe started camwhoring again..with me :P&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418161027821946466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzEsv4cxRmI/AAAAAAAAAs0/oNnl2a-u9l0/s400/Ivy+%26+Phoebe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418161030013833826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SzEswAnW0mI/AAAAAAAAAs8/vshMGbMHZUY/s400/DSCF1344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And we pulled the sleepy Yen ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, went back by around 2am+ I guess? Actually the clothings most of us wanted to go and hit the club but things didn't turn out THAT well tho. Ciaoz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7195759751445473503?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7195759751445473503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/12/gathering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7195759751445473503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7195759751445473503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/12/gathering.html' title='Gathering'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/SzEsvPmc-nI/AAAAAAAAAsk/g9tgUl8QaJw/s72-c/14338_227691922272_722862272_3542250_186400_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-8963690417167463068</id><published>2009-12-03T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:32:09.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday YEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday to my best female friend, Anne Liew Choi Yen! :D Went to Red Box Plus at Pavilion and celebrated her birthday on the 2nd till 3rd of December which is the date that we're all waiting for to wish her HAPPY BIRTHDAY! There are Tony, Phoebe, Eric, me, Tiffany (Li Wei), Chee Yong, Woon Yew, Jian Kai, Han Yao, Tuck Yik, Wei Zhong, Jern Zhen, Siew Ping, Mun Hong and the main girl, Anne Liew ofcourse! Carlsberg on each table and almost everyone drank. Partied happily and everyone enjoyed. Some pictures to share, enjoy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415889518000655330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Syka0m8wy-I/AAAAAAAAAps/boObA1VDvRg/s400/DSC05315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415872121642247394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykLAAdtZOI/AAAAAAAAAmk/BwVFBSY45No/s400/12134_218664271092_597751092_4666212_1596936_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Phoebe, Yen (Birthday Chick) &amp;amp; Ivy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415872127477940178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykLAWNC_9I/AAAAAAAAAms/hUhDYU-Oabc/s400/12134_218664306092_597751092_4666216_2197057_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415872145253942498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykLBYbLROI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Fzo_KpJKJHo/s400/12134_218664326092_597751092_4666219_6038543_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415878273835157714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykQmHKzSNI/AAAAAAAAAo8/AvqkYJlRB44/s400/DSC05296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415883077729667778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykU9vEgSsI/AAAAAAAAApE/PaRiRHS-_mc/s400/DSC05298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Four of us again.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415872741652702114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykLkGLuI6I/AAAAAAAAAnk/spjWSi1xB3M/s400/12134_218664631092_597751092_4666262_6780092_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415872736567654226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykLjzPWd1I/AAAAAAAAAnc/8AnfFqC1kos/s400/12134_218664626092_597751092_4666261_2320805_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415872729510320466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykLjY8wGVI/AAAAAAAAAnM/GJ0cfJtWUQI/s400/12134_218664486092_597751092_4666241_5823654_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Some how I just felt that this picture is weird.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415872148964405314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykLBmP0cEI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ssf2yKTZyNk/s400/12134_218664476092_597751092_4666240_7809169_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415872136970854770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykLA5kVYXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/aBwHfmSsDAM/s400/12134_218664321092_597751092_4666218_4978238_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415872733771077666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykLjo0mGCI/AAAAAAAAAnU/x7R3cKXwnb8/s400/12134_218664536092_597751092_4666247_2582757_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415872751328841490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykLkqOsTxI/AAAAAAAAAns/jDU-Mn9wuCE/s400/12134_218664781092_597751092_4666285_4918494_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415875306135251218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykN5XoAaRI/AAAAAAAAAn8/UAF4-G-fVxI/s400/12134_218664801092_597751092_4666287_149965_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415875310567760754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykN5oIzI3I/AAAAAAAAAoE/RrgpbfQ92PU/s400/12134_218664866092_597751092_4666296_5197967_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Even Yen's mum came to join us! (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415875316616618530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykN5-q9YiI/AAAAAAAAAoM/FdQG0phGstY/s400/12134_218664876092_597751092_4666297_2534781_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415878264360714642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykQlj36wZI/AAAAAAAAAos/LBcGAxpSXMw/s400/DSC05293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415875322188426978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykN6TbYbuI/AAAAAAAAAoU/sVF-De18w18/s400/14338_204378773480_522488480_3084135_1859316_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415878249495016450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykQksfqNAI/AAAAAAAAAoc/onXllv9jfCg/s400/DSC05290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tony Chock (future singer :x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415878253468707746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykQk7TD66I/AAAAAAAAAok/Y685l8-1ERs/s400/DSC05292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ah Yao (Bro) &amp;amp; Ah Kai (Homie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415878268400057394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykQly6-PDI/AAAAAAAAAo0/60DuMBW-HrI/s400/DSC05294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jern Zhen (Jay-Z) &amp;amp; Tiffany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415883079599860994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykU92CZLQI/AAAAAAAAApM/xLcjXHonR1o/s400/DSC05299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tiffany &amp;amp; Ivy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415883083005330562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykU-CuUhII/AAAAAAAAApU/iUJm3P9dvzQ/s400/DSC05305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Siew and the Sew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415889524932073554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Syka1AxV2FI/AAAAAAAAAp0/bhwTBZYz7Sw/s400/DSC05316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ivy &amp;amp; Mun Hong&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415883088239202226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykU-WOLD7I/AAAAAAAAApc/2AHSHONMlKg/s400/DSC05309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415883092965408514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykU-n0_PwI/AAAAAAAAApk/iUH8U654OKc/s400/DSC05313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415889533809680370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Syka1h17X_I/AAAAAAAAAqE/d6qZtyJpAJA/s400/DSC05322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ivy &amp;amp; Ah Yao (Icky &amp;amp; Lardee) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415890149696723250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykbZYM12TI/AAAAAAAAAqc/HU3U6phZ6Z8/s400/DSC05325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ah Kai &amp;amp; Ivy (Homies) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415890146032587186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykbZKjPkbI/AAAAAAAAAqU/f35D_HBBLTc/s400/DSC05324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ah Kai + Ivy + Ah Yao :DDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415890154801059714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykbZrNz14I/AAAAAAAAAqk/jTw3YKObANE/s400/DSC05327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ah Kai &amp;amp; Woon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415890157022165554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykbZzfXOjI/AAAAAAAAAqs/qseEJ-zqLCU/s400/DSC05333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Woon &amp;amp; Ivy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415899138992815314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sykjkn8CvNI/AAAAAAAAAsE/r3ji8XS350o/s400/DSC05335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ivy &amp;amp; Tuck Yik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415899692580559954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykkE2NpXFI/AAAAAAAAAsM/zbGB1VE-rzc/s400/DSC05336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ivy &amp;amp; Wei Zhong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415899135752949442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sykjkb3mTsI/AAAAAAAAAr8/AJzQn6yXD4c/s400/DSC05337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Li Wei &amp;amp; Wei Zhong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415889532573110354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Syka1dPG0FI/AAAAAAAAAp8/OLeKeBngWGY/s400/DSC05320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jern Zhen &amp;amp; Yen :9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415899114151915842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykjjLZgsUI/AAAAAAAAArk/CCuiuDLIY_E/s400/DSC05345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415891725569770418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sykc1GyQQ7I/AAAAAAAAArc/r2bDyMOm6ek/s400/DSC05346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;FAMILY PICTA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(apa macam pun ada)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Y&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; Y&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-ALL THE BEST-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-GOOD LUCK-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-8963690417167463068?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8963690417167463068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-yen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8963690417167463068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8963690417167463068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-yen.html' title='Happy Birthday YEN!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/Syka0m8wy-I/AAAAAAAAAps/boObA1VDvRg/s72-c/DSC05315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-1221148148930102937</id><published>2009-11-28T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:12:19.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Holiday</title><content type='html'>A short holiday with my maternal family to Genting where they love the theme park and casinos for adults. Went there from Sg. Pelek to my house and from my house to Genting. Went there by 3 cars at 5.00pm+ and reached there around 6.30pm cuz of slow moving cars and all 3 cars are heavy loaded by humans. Pictures for the trip are shown below (not much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415862220465107026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykB_rtH8FI/AAAAAAAAAlU/045iqbhIAEI/s400/Image2461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wei Ting妹, Me and Jia Jia&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415862228153612962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykCAIWNOqI/AAAAAAAAAlc/NgqrYvCqEt8/s400/Image2464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jia Jia with her pose again&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415862233457437122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykCAcGvKcI/AAAAAAAAAlk/9SOIP5qcNpY/s400/Image2465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outdoor only picture, spaceshot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ken, Jeff Tan &amp;amp; Alan Hong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415862235297370898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykCAi9aUxI/AAAAAAAAAls/_z3IpFPce10/s400/Image2467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shek Yi, Shek Qi &amp;amp; Wei Ting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;INTRODUCING...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415862820723992242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykCin1_prI/AAAAAAAAAmM/2-0tJ2iCSy4/s400/Image2450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Small piggy (left the head only) and Giant piggy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415862828190195250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykCjDqE3jI/AAAAAAAAAmc/1zdHE9em5no/s400/Image2455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE "Michelle Tan Jia Jia" a.k.a hyper queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415862806058296002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykChxNa4sI/AAAAAAAAAl8/eVE7oc__HAg/s400/Image2447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415862812337755890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykCiImj1vI/AAAAAAAAAmE/-gF8zOJhPGQ/s400/Image2448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415862823781262914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykCizO55kI/AAAAAAAAAmU/2z03RcJRiMk/s400/Image2451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Camwhore session with her piggies.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415862242419714978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SykCA9fgq6I/AAAAAAAAAl0/fJGWWTYLVRs/s400/Image2460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afterthat, Giant piggy realises that she's too fat. OSIM time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*shake shake*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-1221148148930102937?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1221148148930102937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/12/genting-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1221148148930102937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1221148148930102937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/12/genting-holiday.html' title='Genting Holiday'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/SykB_rtH8FI/AAAAAAAAAlU/045iqbhIAEI/s72-c/Image2461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-1828418650905215749</id><published>2009-11-22T22:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:04:55.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out</title><content type='html'>Early morning went for church and ate breakfast in mamak with family. Met up with Tony and Jern Zhen at GDB after Eric fetched me to fetch Yen, then Chee Yong, Li Wei and Woon. We're suppose to eat dim sum at his restaurant but end up we've got change of plans and went to somewhere at Ampang and ate the famous Ampang Yong Tau Fu :D Afterthat everyone went back cuz' they have their own plans and some have to study ):&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After staying at home for just an hour, the idiot, Tony Chock rang and ask me and Eric to accompany to shop for clothes at KLCC where there's sales in Isetan. He bought 2 pairs of jeans and a pair of Converse and the total amount he spent was RM450+. Wanted to look for shirts but end up he wants bag more so we went looking all over KLCC -.- End up we gave up either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still have some time left and we went for some desserts at Dessert's Bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406931044580147378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SwlHI007QLI/AAAAAAAAAjk/uKjXsIOGa98/s400/Image2425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Purchased receipt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406931038134236546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SwlHIc0GdYI/AAAAAAAAAjc/iXbgCYGHdI0/s400/Image2423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Posing..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406931033992996114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SwlHINYwJRI/AAAAAAAAAjU/vJwYq99enmM/s400/Image2421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I take photo for blog.. You pun mau -_-"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406931052418258930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SwlHJSBrV_I/AAAAAAAAAjs/Y8JuwYJ2z5s/s400/Image2428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here comes my "high class tea"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406932829218025570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SwlIwtHwMGI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Ikp96rodz-w/s400/Image2431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There comes Tony's "high class fruit tart"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406931062471882866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SwlHJ3epeHI/AAAAAAAAAj0/V1l1ELJ3Jk4/s400/Image2429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and.. Eric's Oreo Parfait&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406931414898495586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SwlHeYXs0GI/AAAAAAAAAkU/sIr27mzmVcI/s400/Image2435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and....... my tiramisuuuuu!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406931423903533074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SwlHe56qyBI/AAAAAAAAAkc/5nszP1NRERY/s400/Image2436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND FINALLY.. our orgasm chocolate fondue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOOHOO~&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406931410950829218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SwlHeJqgNKI/AAAAAAAAAkM/KJpBPF_IZ8A/s400/Image2434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just can't wait to taste it..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406931402562425218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SwlHdqajUYI/AAAAAAAAAj8/FYDQTuLXoIQ/s400/Image2432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't take lar.. Raymond take photo need money one la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406931407600378466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SwlHd9LsYmI/AAAAAAAAAkE/y3OpFvu9U_I/s400/Image2433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Take la take la.. Nom nom nom..&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/553775228915395095-1828418650905215749?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1828418650905215749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/11/out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1828418650905215749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1828418650905215749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/11/out.html' title='Out'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/SwlHI007QLI/AAAAAAAAAjk/uKjXsIOGa98/s72-c/Image2425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-2090664573848615629</id><published>2009-11-22T01:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T01:21:20.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Holidays needed~~!</title><content type='html'>Days seems to pass by slowly these days.. I wonder why? Maybe it's because of the stress from working late completing my tasks and lack of excitement or outings. Holiday is much needed here! I think if there was to be a trip or just even an outing that would be quite satisfying to me. Unfortunately, everyone is busy with their own schedule that they don't even have time to go for a trip or even an outing. Even when there are public holidays nearing in. Was trying to plan some trips with my buddies and bros but somehow it didn't work out. Well, probably this isn't the right time to go for a trip or an outing. Though we may not meet as much as we do last time, at least we keep in touch with each other. Oh well, what can we complain about life. Just have to follow the flow. Sigh.. At least for now i just hope there would be some days off, for me to spend some time to go somewhere with someone. Whose the someone? Guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-2090664573848615629?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2090664573848615629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/11/holidays-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2090664573848615629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2090664573848615629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/11/holidays-needed.html' title='Holidays needed~~!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-3598570031330055412</id><published>2009-11-20T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:34:07.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><title type='text'>The B s.</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone.. I'm back blogging on Friday again ._. Anyways it's been so so so busy till I can't even get enough sleep. Like this morning I'd just finished my 3D homework thingy and I took 4 hours of sleep and back to college. Gosh I need a life ): It's been boring these days where I'm trying to find some interesting things to do till I don't get bored of my current life. Gees what the hell to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-3598570031330055412?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3598570031330055412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/11/b-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/3598570031330055412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/3598570031330055412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/11/b-s.html' title='The B s.'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-6350969384555424334</id><published>2009-11-13T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:29:14.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for neglecting by blog THAT long. Uhh I'll try to post things I can as you can see I skipped one month for not updating my blog which sooner or later is gonna be a darn dead blog soon :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm back but not permanently! No promises! *cross my fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-6350969384555424334?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6350969384555424334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6350969384555424334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6350969384555424334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-7248333065723549522</id><published>2009-10-01T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:58:20.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$()#@!%^&amp;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I AM PISSED&lt;/span&gt; and I'm sick and tired of this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GUSTAVO OSPINA&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone has problems and it needs to be encountered! My laptop out of nowhere which suddenly turns blackout and it's unable to even save my work that I've done in your class! I brought my laptop and fixed it and got it back a.s.a.p. and start to rush my work for you. Now you said that you're not happy with it and sorry. So it means that you're &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;ing me?! Since when I didn't hand in your work on time and I skipped your class?! IF I really failed by you and I need to retake which costs me &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;RM 5,400&lt;/span&gt; for nothing, I would rather give up my dreams than to waste money to retake what I've learnt and re-do everything which were similar to what I've learnt with you this term. Furthermore, if I really forced to pass by complaining by either my parents or myself, it's still the same that I still have to face you in 3D-Cad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after that I've read your reply in my email, I don't know what am I doing rushing on the work that I've tried to recover and rushed within sleepless nights just to pass it up to you. It is YOU who've made me gave up on my dreams if I really failed. I would rather work than suffering looking at you for extra 3 months! You've gave me a bad image on what I think of you might be. Besides, you're the first lecturer that I hated in this college. Everything makes me go smoothly and then now you said that I do too many wrongs. As I've promised myself, IF I ever ever fail ONE subject, I would stop my studies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7248333065723549522?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7248333065723549522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7248333065723549522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7248333065723549522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='$()#@!%^&amp;*'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-7341521315181678663</id><published>2009-09-26T02:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T03:09:01.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melaka</title><content type='html'>Okay, here it is. The first day, we didn't really took a lot of pictures cuz' we're tired off driving all the way from Kuala Lumpur to Melaka. Poor Eric hasn't sleep since the previous night and now he has to drive all the way there in 2 hours while I have to keep him awake. Ishhh.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385481007959937938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sr0ScXgQk5I/AAAAAAAAAi0/AOPlIwK61fQ/s400/DSC04550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anyways, we checked-in into Mahkota Hotel and we took a short nap to recharge ourselves. Then, we proceeded to a Nyo-Nya restaurant nearby our hotel for our lunch/dinner. Ordered 6 dishes where there's only both of us eating. Lol. After that, we went shopping at Dataran Pahlawan, the new shopping centre opposite Mahkota Parade. I bought shorts and tubes for myself while Eric bought himself a T-shirt. Went back to hotel and get some sleep again. At about 11pm we went to Capitol Satay Celup. Hell yeah it's freakin' nice that many famous stars came here to eat where there's no branch of this restaurant. Went back to hotel again and we took a walk at The Jetty and then went back after we bought ourselves some herbal desserts (: We slept quite late cuz' I don't know why I couldn't get to sleep so we watch some videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we woke up late and our breakfast which were included in our payment were gone ): Well, we went to had Bah Kut Teh nearby the Nyo-Nya restaurant so as the hotel. Then, this time we went to Mahkota Parade to shop so we were finding a place to park. Talking about parking, a stupid car driver which I think he's totally blind and a bloody sucker. We parked infront and left a signal that we wanted to reverse park and suddenly that idiot went into the lot. We got pissed and Eric wanted to scratch his car but I wouldn't want anything to happen, so I held him. Anyway he bought a new pet for his car again since he threw his doggie away and bought its' FLEE. Lol.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385480984823604178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sr0SbBUII9I/AAAAAAAAAic/eGQs_65RT10/s400/DSC04632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not actually a flee but the one from Totoro (: Kawaii neh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, we have nothing to do left so we went on some lame ride, Menara Taming Sari, a tower that gives you one whole view of Melaka.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385476014281479634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sr0N5smiVdI/AAAAAAAAAh0/2AlZxOL07YM/s400/DSC04598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385476021323920546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sr0N6G1ldKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/dShAr6zJzIU/s400/DSC04599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385476029591639858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sr0N6low1zI/AAAAAAAAAiE/UpiaThDFLeQ/s400/DSC04607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385480996370123154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sr0SbsVCCZI/AAAAAAAAAik/EQPW3IrT0JQ/s400/DSC04601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And ofcourse we took some pictures upthere :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, look at the Eye On Malaysia has shifted here! Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, we went for some desserts recommended by Alex, a senior college friend of mine to this Nadeje restaurant. We didn't eat there but we just get their desserts cuz' their cake were very unique to me. Lovin' it (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385476042565383314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sr0N7V98dJI/AAAAAAAAAiU/uUrzkDlC00w/s400/DSC04615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eric's tiramisu.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385476039760326114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sr0N7LhKreI/AAAAAAAAAiM/RZ4Jqe8oiGk/s400/DSC04614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My original.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Both were delicious and the drinks there weren't that bad either especially the one I ordered, Citron Soda :p Eric even bought some home for his mum, how sweet (: That's all for the trip.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385480999268982338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sr0Sb3ILHkI/AAAAAAAAAis/mg6To-zbz38/s400/DSC04622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7341521315181678663?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7341521315181678663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/melaka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7341521315181678663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7341521315181678663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/melaka.html' title='Melaka'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/Sr0ScXgQk5I/AAAAAAAAAi0/AOPlIwK61fQ/s72-c/DSC04550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-7791624559156818863</id><published>2009-09-24T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T02:35:04.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Starts</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah babe! After rushing for few days, I finally got my holidays! Damn tiring and lack of sleep for few days ): Plus, I'd some flash backs of the movie Unbelievable, makes me can't sleep well either ._. Regret watching it. Anyways, planned to go Melaka, Penang, Genting Highlands or Cameron Highlands with Tony, Yen and gang by Eric and I or maybe Phoebe but ended up no one's going. Sad, why so not sporting ): Ended up only me and Eric were so on for holidays and trips. Off to Melaka now. Ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7791624559156818863?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7791624559156818863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/holiday-starts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7791624559156818863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7791624559156818863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/holiday-starts.html' title='Holiday Starts'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-9204906097617613254</id><published>2009-09-22T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:01:52.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>Raya raya. After church my dad rushed to meet ministers at Putrajaya for open house party and another at some place from 5pm till 11pm oh gosh. While my dad going for first open house, my brothers, mum and I went to Sungai Wang to buy his cute little piggy for Vivian Yuenh's birthday while we still have time before our lunch. &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;It's time! 1pm. We went back to Lot 10 and went to "Shabu One" which was a steamboat restaurant under Jogoya. Even the logo was almost the same, it's just that it's slightly slunted. Haha. It's cheap and affordable for 11am till 4pm cuz' we just have to pay RM16.80 per pax and then we can eat all you want. It's a promotion cuz' it's a newly opened shop. Go try it (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384273942890205122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SrjIn7tcz8I/AAAAAAAAAg8/5R_aemLbJME/s400/Image2167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384273957545172434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SrjIoyTd3dI/AAAAAAAAAhM/DALI2o17KS0/s400/Image2171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384273963649917090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SrjIpJC84KI/AAAAAAAAAhU/wjeVRSbbBsg/s400/Image2172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384273973564375074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SrjIpt-vgCI/AAAAAAAAAhc/b810HKsbeBg/s400/Image2174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384274483716350658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SrjJHacc4sI/AAAAAAAAAhs/DO39xHrw5dY/s400/Image2176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384274479522303634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SrjJHK0gzpI/AAAAAAAAAhk/056dK3yC-0Y/s400/Image2173.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;For dinner, dad didn't went for the second open house cuz' he's tired of it and instead we went over to O' Briens at Great Eastern Mall. Then, groceries at supermarket and went back. It's been darn long that I've never seen my family were celebrating and I felt the togetherness (: Lol. Nights, ciaoz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-9204906097617613254?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/9204906097617613254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/9204906097617613254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/9204906097617613254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya.html' title='Hari Raya'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/SrjIn7tcz8I/AAAAAAAAAg8/5R_aemLbJME/s72-c/Image2167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-6184426969108167272</id><published>2009-09-19T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:03:15.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, it's really an UNBELIEVABLE day for me cuz' I braven myself just to watch a horror movie with Eric, Phoebe, Yen, Zhong, Ryo and John (Ming Haow). We watched "The Unbelievable" on 8.15pm at Times Square.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 488px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 686px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://board.i-cable.com/unbelievable/files/unbelievable_poster_fin_ref090724_r_201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, luckily this time I didn't had a really bad nightmare cuz' if not I really don't know what to do and I'm sleeping alone ): And luckily Eric brought his jacket with him cuz' he was cold but after that he was okay when we're in Times Square and he borrowed me his jacket during the show for me to cover some scenes :x But seriously, the movie shouldn't have been made as a movie cuz' the some of the episodes were rather better and haunted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, we went back to Ritz-Carlton's lounge to have a drink and we left to Jalan Alor to get our dinner or supper. Discussed about our trip to Melaka, Penang, Genting or Cameron but end up no results yet as usual. After paying, everyone went back to their hotel and home (: Happy happy ending. *applause*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-6184426969108167272?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6184426969108167272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/unbelievable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6184426969108167272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6184426969108167272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-6256450013412805521</id><published>2009-09-19T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:04:28.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;These days I'm felt happier than before, with you. We went for our meals together at Sushi King, Kiku Zakura and more. We even went for groceries together which was kinda weird but it's okay for me though cuz' I could spend time with you which is the one I wanna be with now. You've used large amount of money on me, the ring, the party and everything else but I know that you he still need more for your other needs. Heard of a job and wanted to give it a try, I'm glad you would rather work than study since you dislike studying and keep making himself quit that you couldn't do it. But I just don't know why that there's a weird feeling around me telling me like it might not be a good sign. Maybe I'm just thinking too much I guess? You've asked me why and what happened and I couldn't even answer you cuz' I really don't know what it is. This kind of thing is kinda new to me and IF one step was taken it might change everything cuz' it's no more in a study study world but in a business and real real world. It is huge but to me I felt that we should take one step by one step correctly and legally. I don't know to agree with you to continue with it or to reject cuz' that I couldn't accept it? To continue, yes, I could've supported you in this job that you really could give a result and it'll manage to support yours needs. To reject, I don't have the opportunity to suggest or to choose a job for you. As you said that you'd afraid that what my parents might think of you. True enough but it doesn't matter much. Anyways, IF you would ask me should you take this job? I would say no but if you wanted to try and complete all your needs, I won't resist you. Just hoping that you know what you doing is right or wrong and hope you won't regret of what you've done. Thanks for making me happier after my eyes were wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-6256450013412805521?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6256450013412805521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/these-days-im-felt-happier-than-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6256450013412805521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6256450013412805521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/these-days-im-felt-happier-than-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-7808530774139457003</id><published>2009-09-16T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:10:47.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday WOON</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;WOON YEW&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday WOON, though I know that day I could see you trying to be happier cuz' forgotten to buy a cake for you and instead you need to share to blow candles on Tony's birthday cake. Anyways hope you could be happy always and start to work before your college before you really get your butt heavy. Haha. All the best! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7808530774139457003?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7808530774139457003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-woon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7808530774139457003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7808530774139457003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-woon.html' title='Happy Birthday WOON'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-2136266207466948904</id><published>2009-09-15T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:46:25.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST FRIEND, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;TONY CHOCK WAI HOONG&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382478573472249906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SrJnvrb2-DI/AAAAAAAAAgc/uQCOiG4k6j8/s400/Tony+%26+Ivy.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Happy 18th birthday to you, Tony Chock! Hope you can involve in more singing competitions and improve yourselves in every moment. Wish your studies and results flying colours and hope our best friend relationship lasts forever (: &lt;13th&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383173946948329282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SrTgLvf-H0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/F3O3OmuTEMA/s400/Image2162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A gift from me, Eric, Zhong, Yen and Yit Han (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383173959020898722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SrTgMceS6aI/AAAAAAAAAg0/MUx9jqorOx8/s400/Image2164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you'll like it and sorry for the D.I.Y. "cacat-ness" &gt;&lt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sorry for neglecting my blog for so long cuz' it's been busy for me and rushing my assignments for earlier and more holidays for me to rest :p&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383173948436216530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SrTgL1CtetI/AAAAAAAAAgs/tLmahPd0YWQ/s400/Image2163.jpg" border="0" /&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/553775228915395095-2136266207466948904?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2136266207466948904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-happy-happy-birthday-to-my-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2136266207466948904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/2136266207466948904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-happy-happy-birthday-to-my-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/SrJnvrb2-DI/AAAAAAAAAgc/uQCOiG4k6j8/s72-c/Tony+%26+Ivy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-8934226346921121271</id><published>2009-09-03T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:12:42.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday with Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Celebrated my birthday with family at Bangkok Jazz on the actual date at night. Only me, Ken and my parents were there but not Jeff cuz' he's coming back later on the 10th. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp6fmRcsqeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/u-09tAsvafI/s1600-h/DSC04299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376909906192555250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp6fElPi3PI/AAAAAAAAAes/hYXQRCrCKs0/s400/DSC04266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;My parents (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376909909535576514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp6fExslUcI/AAAAAAAAAe0/_7yDc_PYdoE/s400/DSC04273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ken and I. I don't know why the pictures went blur but it was okay ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here comes the food! And we ordered...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376909921197760322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp6fFdJEH0I/AAAAAAAAAe8/kW37KezkDbA/s400/DSC04280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ruam khong wang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376910472504874402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp6fli67FaI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Rw8VPtmlhs8/s400/DSC04289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Gaeng keaw warn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376910465154593986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp6flHietMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/du47WIHmg_0/s400/DSC04287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Gai hor bai toey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376910459215949938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp6fkxamMHI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YHW2ZhyywI8/s400/DSC04286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pla kapong nueng manao&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376909931726309490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp6fGEXRCHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/aWT7Hn5venY/s400/DSC04284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tom yam talay&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376909927053433570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp6fFy9KmuI/AAAAAAAAAfE/FRJFxCLTKw4/s400/DSC04282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phad phak boong ka pi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4 Dishes, 1 soup and 1 curry with 4 plates of rice costs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376910478642356594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp6fl5yNoXI/AAAAAAAAAfs/8g5ctPQcVrU/s400/DSC04297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;4 person RM284.40! OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After dining, while waiting for our chauffeur Ken and I took some pictures awhile :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376910484994566626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp6fmRcsqeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/u-09tAsvafI/s400/DSC04299.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376915963525686258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp6klKkTY_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/1HZaOJWndIM/s400/DSC04304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376915973123772338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp6kluUqj7I/AAAAAAAAAgM/yj9TyKIUf2g/s400/DSC04305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, rushed home and started working on an assignment that I need to hand in by tomorrow and an idea of a big picture. Stopped rushing at 5am and get to bed after packing at 5.15am. Woke up at 12pm and I've missed my morning class though my alarm was set to wake me up but I just couldn't hear any noise. Went for the noon class at 1.50pm and jammed to college by 2pm. Ended class at 5pm in a drizzling weather and went back within an hour cuz' of puasa traffics. Geezzz! Goes to school within 5 minutes and comes back within an hour! Damn.&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/553775228915395095-8934226346921121271?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8934226346921121271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-with-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8934226346921121271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8934226346921121271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-with-family.html' title='Birthday with Family'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp6fElPi3PI/AAAAAAAAAes/hYXQRCrCKs0/s72-c/DSC04266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-8834078416309963821</id><published>2009-09-01T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:34:06.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet 18</title><content type='html'>Two words, HAPPY and SURPRISED! Well, my celebration went quite well tho. Updated some pictures that we took on the eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After Saisaki buffet dinner, we went to FireBall and played awhile while waiting for the time to arrive. We didn't really took much pictures there cuz' all of us were very busy munching. I like the ambience of the FunOK cuz' it really gives me a feeling that "I'm home." The yellowish warm lights ones were some of the pictures took at Saisaki before we left. Enjoy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376820356785173010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp5NoHtE8hI/AAAAAAAAAd0/sRmopJD07tE/s400/xdg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Before we started to countdown, all of us cam-whored and some even mahjong'd there! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376816427603223890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp5KDaXGZVI/AAAAAAAAAdU/dqKTqLmh3B4/s400/dfg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guys. Realise that during the dinner 5 guys were wearing black, 3 on pink, 1 on green and 2 on blue with stripes. (Tuck Yik came after dinner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376816449087306898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp5KEqZTfJI/AAAAAAAAAds/WNoDRMMkIps/s400/vbcm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pictures with the guys (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry Yao, Zhong and Edwyn. Kinda missed out some and you guys were too busy ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376816420134190226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp5KC-iV_JI/AAAAAAAAAdM/6J7x5JM29Pc/s400/cgbm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The four of us (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376816439933236322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp5KEISzdGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/pnHErz4Gk8s/s400/ghhlk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Couples with couple dress :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Bottom-right (oops! :3)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376820364751526130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp5NolYZ2PI/AAAAAAAAAd8/sO3qTX1cBXk/s400/xfcb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Solo with the girls and one picture with dear (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376824855374621682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp5Rt-QYa_I/AAAAAAAAAec/EAvslCAE8Qk/s400/DSCF3291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there goes my yam cakeyyyy~&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376820387287523122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp5Np5VZ3zI/AAAAAAAAAeU/MCHmbZy3LwM/s400/DSCF3285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Da birthday girl X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376816432891420866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp5KDuD54MI/AAAAAAAAAdc/MegqTjZ6shs/s400/dfs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Wish*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Blow*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Cut*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376820371951266594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp5NpAM9KyI/AAAAAAAAAeE/jch5MQds2aw/s400/yuk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Group pictures with mix, all-guys, all-girls and couples (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I got these from Jern Zhen, Tony, Phoebe, Li Wei and Chee Yong.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376830530062178242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp5W4SHU18I/AAAAAAAAAek/Xeg6IoiIeQ8/s400/DSC04253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And special person gets another special present :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376820377596526226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp5NpVO4_pI/AAAAAAAAAeM/AzKDt5reKec/s400/ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-8834078416309963821?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8834078416309963821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-sweet-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8834078416309963821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8834078416309963821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-sweet-18.html' title='My Sweet 18'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/Sp5NoHtE8hI/AAAAAAAAAd0/sRmopJD07tE/s72-c/xdg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-5347357856658055286</id><published>2009-08-31T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:40:54.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Eve</title><content type='html'>Well everything run out quite okay and now that I know everything was an act of a surprise! DAMN! How can I not see it, oh no! Anyway, I would like to thank everyone that came for the movie, dinner and countdown. Nice try uhh! Anyway waiting for Phoebe to upload the photos and I'll update my blog as soon as possible. Oh gosh! I left my assignment that I almost forgot to do and it need to be handed up on Tuesday! Gotta go to bed now as tomorrow need to pray for my grandma at Nilai Memorial Park. Night night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THANK YOU : ERIC, TONY, YEN, PHOEBE, CHEE YONG, LI WEI, ZHONG, YAO, KAI, TUCK YIK, JERN ZHEN, SIEW PING AND EDWYN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to all who messaged and called till my phone line goes "kuku", just to wish me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M VERY HAPPY ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-5347357856658055286?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/5347357856658055286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/5347357856658055286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/5347357856658055286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-eve.html' title='Birthday Eve'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-4771312196417617417</id><published>2009-08-29T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:17:33.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration Info</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Date : 30 August 2009 - 31 August 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Venue : GSC (Pavilion), Saisaki Japanese Buffet (Wisma UOA), FunOK (Connaught)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time : 4.15pm - 6+ pm, 7pm - 10pm, 11pm - midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Procedures :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All invited guests will be gathering at Tony's restaurant, GOLDEN DRAGON BOAT, to minimize the amount of transports that each brought. After minimizing, proceed to Pavilion GSC and we'll be watching "Imagine That". Then, after the movie I'll be going to the restaurant earlier to check it out while you guys can come later around 7.00pm to 7.30pm and eat all you can to worth the pay till it closes at 10.30pm. For the countdown, we'll be doing it at Connaught to avoid traffics. Arrange your transports properly so that no problems need to be solved. After the tea session, some might wanna go clubbing and that's gonna be up to you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder! : Please bring ATLEAST RM50 for dinner. For movies and tea sessions you don't have to pay a single cent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-4771312196417617417?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4771312196417617417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/celebration-info.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4771312196417617417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4771312196417617417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/celebration-info.html' title='Celebration Info'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-7380526892842580164</id><published>2009-08-29T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:26:02.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ :D</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to the late KING OF POP a.k.a Michael Jackson (M.J.) (:&lt;a href="http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Entertainment/images-3/michael-jackson-billie-jean-video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Entertainment/images-3/michael-jackson-billie-jean-video.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://wfnx.com/blogs/sandbox/Michael+Jackson.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 623px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://wfnx.com/blogs/sandbox/Michael+Jackson.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://derekclontz.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://derekclontz.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7380526892842580164?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7380526892842580164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-late-king-of-pop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7380526892842580164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7380526892842580164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-late-king-of-pop.html' title='MJ :D'/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-4670069872281304564</id><published>2009-08-28T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:32:48.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Plans, thoughts and problems are a very very very annoying, frustrated and stressful for our minds. What's with the birthday countdown celebration anyway? I don't even have the damn mood to do so, it was ruined way earlier. This week was a very fucked up week anyway. Everything came by was so so so not nice. It's okay then. Our 1 month anniversary was the next day and you can't remember I did forgive you also but you still making me pissed and moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, awkwardness when you're out with friends and didn't tell me about it. Secondly, you've forgotten the anniversary, and it is forgiven. Thirdly, you pissed of yourself just because of a stupid game and you talked to me like I win it away. Fourth, you woke up and even talked about it again and you didn't even care for the day. Fifth, you didn't even care to ask me and decided it yourself that I couldn't go out with you. Why is that so? It's our day, why I wouldn't want to go?! Sixth, you still asked me to do what ever I like. Don't you have any feelings? Or you just forget again what today is and you still going out with others. Seventh, I know I'm boring so you just go ahead and entertain yourself by going out with others cuz' in your mind you're just thinking of one of your friends ended up cuz' they keep meeting up with each other and end up the guy got bored of her. That's the thing you're keeping in your mind and you keep feeling that that's gonna come. Eighth, you didn't invite to go out for today and moreover you don't even like to go out 1 on 1 with me cuz' you said it looked awkward and quiet. Then may I ask you, what is coupling? Isn't coupling needs sometime to be alone together with each other but not going out coupling in big huge groups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's on your mind again or what you wanna do or I would say it's slowly fading again? I'm not trying to argue what's right or wrong with me here and I didn't mean to choose to say break up on some special days again. And as I said as a promise, I won't be the one to say "I wanna break up." Now my another special day is so gonna be ruined. I keep forgiving cuz' I'm a damn soft hearted person. If you really choose what you want it to be, I'll just follow. I've done so many things for you and cuz' of you and you said that I'm bored. Maybe you don't deserve the good way but the harsh way. Goods you took the advantage that you're taking me easily? Thanks for "planning the party" that it seems like it's gonna be ruined on that particullar day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Pissed, off.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-4670069872281304564?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4670069872281304564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/plans-thoughts-and-problems-are-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4670069872281304564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4670069872281304564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/plans-thoughts-and-problems-are-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-3098939665967166718</id><published>2009-08-25T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:08:44.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;NEOPRINTS UPDATE*** (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373892252073972562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SpPmh_oX01I/AAAAAAAAAc8/Pkm00kcjvoY/s400/Neo+Print+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373892239857090626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SpPmhSHpAEI/AAAAAAAAAc0/iTSIRbjukGU/s400/Neo+Print+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373892235606177570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SpPmhCSJNyI/AAAAAAAAAcs/StSwQP2nXlM/s400/Neo+Print+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373892234482540354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SpPmg-GP30I/AAAAAAAAAck/sVXBhpiGVLU/s400/Neo+Print+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JEFF TAN! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375370781637460018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SpknPveDwDI/AAAAAAAAAdE/3VU1YrL2WeM/s400/Picture+1039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-3098939665967166718?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3098939665967166718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/neoprints-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/3098939665967166718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/3098939665967166718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/neoprints-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/SpPmh_oX01I/AAAAAAAAAc8/Pkm00kcjvoY/s72-c/Neo+Print+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-6535158216867656981</id><published>2009-08-19T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:21:09.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out to Pavilion with Eric, Tony, Phoebe, Chee Yong and Li Wei after my Cad class. We tried to look for flats, wedges and heels but the prices given doesn't seem reasonable and we went searching for more. Tired of Pavilion and we headed to Sungei Wang. We went into OldSkull shop and the guys started to look for their clothings. Only Tony came out with a purchase but not the others after waiting for him to try out his outfits. Well, we went to the 6th floor where we can find more fashionable ones and wanted to take neoprints. Unfortunately the 6th floor's neoprint station was closed down ): In the end, Phoebe bought 2 caps before we going back to the 2nd floor to take our neoprints. Anyway, most of us realized that it's like a couple's outing today. &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a clear picture of it yet cuz' my damn scanner suddenly "passed away". So, only a draft. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Clearer ones giving to Phoebe to scan it out. Later updates.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371925641755132946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sozp6NSghBI/AAAAAAAAAb8/M6uzz6IJbO0/s400/DSC04184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-6535158216867656981?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6535158216867656981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/went-out-to-pavilion-with-eric-tony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6535158216867656981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6535158216867656981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/went-out-to-pavilion-with-eric-tony.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/Sozp6NSghBI/AAAAAAAAAb8/M6uzz6IJbO0/s72-c/DSC04184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-1462498131155581547</id><published>2009-08-12T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:52:47.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAGGED BY PHOEBE &amp;amp; KAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's what you're supposed to do, and please do not spoil the fun. Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 20 of your friends here in facebook to answer this. Then see what happens.if you a guy- post this as my kind of girl..if your a girl- post it as my kind of boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Do you need him/her to be good looking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not much but I need a good heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Smart ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smart smartly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Same age or slightly elder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atleast half of my head as I still could get on my heels.6'5" max tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ofcourse. It should be planted on everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not too many if insist. Max 2. More = gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's for sure. Give and take happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mushy or no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fit not muscular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Match mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not too short, shoulder-neck level. Long if there's reasin (style).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Plastal or metic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Definitely, NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not too much. Regular parties only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kinda missed them sometimes but don't have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Musically inclined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't have to but if there's any, it's awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If he does, it's darn romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If it doesn't spoils my ear every second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Understandable. Not too over the pich cuz' it spoils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Vain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A little would be okay and fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fine cuz' contact lens it's the second choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. With braces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not permanent ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A little could keep him quiet sometimes. Cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Average.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Active.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Tight or bomb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Timb or boght?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singer and dance a lil'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. stunner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Minimal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No enlargements. A little shinny it's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Private.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope, unless learns something romantic that he'll show it to me :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quite old fashion but meaningful by proving words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Playful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not too over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only to his only lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Poem writer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sounds good but quite bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not all the time. He just need to know when to be serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope doubt that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Painter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love colours, make sure it's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Religious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kinda free thinker like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not too over, just for gags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not too much. A group of friends then it's okay to be awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Possible? Speak comfortably is more than enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Those are "The MAINs" in my relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. good kisser ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Absolutely! Kiss is important too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. loves children??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, lovely but a lot of responsibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-1462498131155581547?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1462498131155581547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-by-phoebe-kay-now-heres-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1462498131155581547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1462498131155581547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-by-phoebe-kay-now-heres-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-554153690529952602</id><published>2009-08-11T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:49:05.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALS REVEALED! Oh okay now I'm stressed up with my final projects which almost all of the subjects just released together. I've to do a retail shop named "KHEELERS" and some research and plans as usual. Then, for 2D-AutoCAD, I need to do some complicating stuffs that always makes me sleepless. As for Eric's class, need not do much but it's quite difficult to find samples tho. For the Prince's boring class, luckily he made the final as group work. Oh well, work harder cuz' I don't wanna FAIL and IF I do, I give up as a student and start a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I need some suggestions for choosing a hair style to cut before my birthday comes (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-554153690529952602?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/554153690529952602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/finals-revealed-oh-okay-now-im-stressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/554153690529952602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/554153690529952602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/finals-revealed-oh-okay-now-im-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-9109065115574028583</id><published>2009-08-09T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:33:37.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry Kay that I can't follow you to the airport like the others to send you back to Switzerland for your studies. Anyway I can't join you guys too cuz' I've my stupid assignment to do at 1utama and need to follow my aunt's car and she's checking out her wedding photos. We went to Leo's Cafe at SS2 for our lunch.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371712949433594146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sowod4pa8SI/AAAAAAAAAbg/UI3ULdSIzKM/s400/DSC04082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nasi Lemak + Tomato Soup + Ice Lemon Tea for only RM10.90! Not bad tho.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371712956616730178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SowoeTaA5kI/AAAAAAAAAbo/CFLFhTD_V38/s400/DSC04072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My aunt (Jessy) and me. I know I look pale. I was having fever and this was the forth day ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Proceeded to check out the photos after our lunch and we head to 1utama. After I've done my stuffs, she went to look for a dress for me as her bride's maid. Well, I've no idea yet but I prefer creamy colour. Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-9109065115574028583?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/9109065115574028583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-kay-that-i-cant-follow-you-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/9109065115574028583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/9109065115574028583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-kay-that-i-cant-follow-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/Sowod4pa8SI/AAAAAAAAAbg/UI3ULdSIzKM/s72-c/DSC04082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-3756313903618986873</id><published>2009-08-09T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:54:17.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday BEBE a.k.a. Phoebe Tan !! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how good am I to sacrifice myself to sneak out just to go to your "party" at "Gugu" Gaga Garden. :p&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371552151990905490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SouWOPfnKpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/yUvCCKq-fmE/s400/IMG_3363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371552147339471586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SouWN-Kn6uI/AAAAAAAAAbA/LYqXQF5U13M/s400/IMG_3359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371552136094577522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SouWNURoc3I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gcdK3e_xyiE/s400/IMG_3166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371552129915811858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SouWM9Qf-BI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FR9z_g7qHi8/s400/IMG_3164.JPG" border="0" /&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/553775228915395095-3756313903618986873?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3756313903618986873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-bebe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/3756313903618986873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/3756313903618986873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-bebe.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/SouWOPfnKpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/yUvCCKq-fmE/s72-c/IMG_3363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-7809528808494286949</id><published>2009-08-06T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:46:03.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for movies again with homie, bro, Tuck Yik, Tony, Eric and me. Phoebe supposed to be there either but her mum says no cuz' she was out now. Left the only girl again with the guys, but I don't mind though. We watched G.I. Joe, and it's kinda messy and rushing situation. We booked the ticket and then we're late to collect it so it's cancelled but we still have good seats (: Lucky us ;)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367537703460250002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sn1TGlVDoZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/kTE6Q6VmeoI/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something shameful was, we got into the wrong seats when the others asked what's our seat number. We sat a row E when out seats were at row H :x OOPS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movies, as usual, we planned for a drinking session again. Invited poor hardworking Yen who's struggling for her mid-term marketing exam tomorrow and long lost Michelle Tai who's out there working at somewhere :x Drank at Old Town, Taman Maluri till 12am and everyone went back. While some of us weren't going to bed but to our desktops or laptops to play Dragonica ;)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367541855890093730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/Sn1W4SVetqI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/D13XPEKuiYI/s400/dragonica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7809528808494286949?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7809528808494286949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/went-for-movies-again-with-homie-bro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7809528808494286949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7809528808494286949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/went-for-movies-again-with-homie-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/Sn1TGlVDoZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/kTE6Q6VmeoI/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-1886660862996397266</id><published>2009-08-05T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:02:51.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another movie for another day like today, "The Proposal" (: with Eric and Tony.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.craigerscinemacorner.com/Images/PROPOSAL%20POSTER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show ain't that bad though. A single busy lady married to her male secretary when everything was just a fake plan to make sure she still has her job. Then, everything turns out differently within the few days they spent in Alaska. Well, it's very true that if you kissed someone and everything might turns out differently. That's the power of L-O-V-E. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-1886660862996397266?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1886660862996397266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-movie-for-another-day-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1886660862996397266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/1886660862996397266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-movie-for-another-day-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-6322925090958565579</id><published>2009-08-03T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:49:52.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chee Yong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Darren&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Howard&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weil Zheng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jian Kai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tuck Yik&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Han Yao&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eric&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ivy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tony&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue : MRR2 Highway, on the way somewhere at Sg. Buloh&lt;br /&gt;Date : 2 August 2009 (2.8.09)&lt;br /&gt;Time : 1.30pm++&lt;br /&gt;Cars involved : 10 (5 of it were ours, the others were strangers')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us gathered at Tony's restaurant (GDB) at 12.00pm, noon as all of us followed Zhong's invitation except Jian Kai and Tuck Yik. They arrived late and then we started our journey at 1.00pm with Chee Yong as leader (Wira 8290), Darren and Howard (Cefiro 988), Weil Zheng (City 8787), Jian Kai, Tuck Yik and Han Yao (Kelisa 1406) and finally Eric, Ivy, Yen and Tony (Myvi 9820).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This car just stopped all of a sudden after the slope, just because a small matter and then there's a modified Waja behind him just jam-braked immediately. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366131055504758034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhTw5WNlRI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-OFYN2lDQHs/s400/P8021723.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;#1 The coward moron's Rexton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And as it goes, everyone was driving at 70-80km/h which consider as slow-moving at the first lane. So..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366132381877595938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhU-GeI7yI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/7UQNbYYysIE/s400/P8021724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;#2 Front : Gone case ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366132137116029410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhUv2qb0eI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vyrVe7peY-c/s400/P8021722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;#2 Back : Gone too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saw the uncle standing on the right side of the picture. He's the driver of the first vehicle. Chinese somemore, what a disgrace. Not being racist here. *peace*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366131588713635570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhUP7tHXvI/AAAAAAAAAYw/d2xbp20Tzz0/s400/P8021712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366132126977065778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhUvQ5HgzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Thn20hucnvc/s400/P8021720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;#3 Chee Yong's Wira showed up. Sad faces on both front and back views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366132132556017538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhUvlrPj4I/AAAAAAAAAZg/_UW1ORvh-RE/s400/P8021721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;#4 Darren's Cefiro. Front : Danglings~ 988 fm gone, but it's the only HERO survived till Zhong's manor.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366132127161907186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhUvRlL9_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/N5pqD6tNYlg/s400/P8021719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#5 Weil Zheng's just borned about 4 days' City and the driver goes shouting : "What the fuckkkkk! My NEW car!" ): Furthermore, the exhaust pipe fell too. (shown in the next picture)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366131596962968946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhUQab6NXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lCuxJXEIxoo/s400/P8021715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#6 Jian Kai a.k.a. homie's Kelisa power has ended.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366131601792765634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhUQsbbDsI/AAAAAAAAAZI/fEYC0pCcbgY/s400/P8021716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#7 Eric's Myvi just pecked the Kelisa's ass and turned into a big kiss after #8 banged on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366131064366171842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhTxaW8BsI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5wD0fHDPh-0/s400/DSC04046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hard one on the ass though..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366131059869138610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhTxJmwvrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/EZRpfhLgkvI/s400/DSC04044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#8 Indian men's Waja gone at the front too cuz' it was real hard! I wonder if did he braked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can't really get to the back to see the others cuz' we're busy settling ourselves. Called Zhong and he thought that we pranked him but he came immediately though. Then, picked me, Yen and Tony back to get our back-up transports which were Yen's Harrier and Tony's Vios. Head to the Kota Damansara police station to settle. While the drivers were settling, we went to the KFC right beside it to wait for them and chill a lil' while.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366131067580068610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhTxmVMMwI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Nr31wXs5q2k/s400/DSC04047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tom Cruise?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that waited in the car for the others to head to Zhong's manor since it's so near and we're about to reach anyway. So, me and Yen just camwhored a lil' with our shades.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366131583814379762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhUPpdCqPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/hqG7vcPEta8/s400/DSC04051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366131074008755010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhTx-R6K0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/Z0eut9M-qHM/s400/DSC04050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After having our lunch+dinner at his house, we watched TV, karaoke'd, played computers, mahjong'd and swam. And this is our group picture! Some like Darren, Howard and Weil Zheng were missing cuz' they went back way earlier than us though.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366132386678687026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhU-YWzxTI/AAAAAAAAAaA/QDNziI0cl3U/s400/dfg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love this picture very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Credits to Zhong too before he blames or complains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The end of a memorable day. Anyways, most of us bought TOTO, 4D and Magnum too cuz' Chee Yong's car was 8290, Eric's was 9820 and the date was 2809. Haha. That's all for "The Day". Nights, ciaoz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-6322925090958565579?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6322925090958565579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/chee-yong-darren-howard-weil-zheng-jian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6322925090958565579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/6322925090958565579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/chee-yong-darren-howard-weil-zheng-jian.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhTw5WNlRI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-OFYN2lDQHs/s72-c/P8021723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-3148003426674400564</id><published>2009-08-01T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:51:41.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Decisions. How to decide whether a person that you like or love should just leave you as he/she did previously or continue to try to regain the feelings on you? I asked this every single day whenever I woke up and before I get to sleep. How to get a good night sleep on a comfy bed? All I get a reply from &lt;em&gt;the guy&lt;/em&gt; was "Don't know. Confused." Now, I don't know what decision to make either as he has make me so confused and dare not make another step to know whether I should leave it or not. If I do leave, I &lt;em&gt;WILL&lt;/em&gt; be sad of course maybe for weeks or months cuz' I know I love you. If I don't leave, cuz' I love you too much, no matter how I knew it won't last very very very long. Furthermore, somethings are gonna happen frequently between us and I don't like it. By not leaving you, it makes me suffer cuz' I love you and I'm looking at what you're doing. Your movements just let me know something that I just dislike. I just like the moments when we're together. If it's because you think that &lt;em&gt;the another guy&lt;/em&gt; was in our relationship and you've asked me about it and I didn't admit it, I can swear in front of you and the God, that it wasn't true. Though I know I said before that, "Aren't you afraid of me liking another guy?" and you said you believe I won't. Yes, I didn't indeed. Maybe you just mistaken that &lt;em&gt;the another guy&lt;/em&gt; was in between our relationship. He's before we got together and nothing much happened as far as you do. Now that I've admitted everything, there's nothing to wonder about right? But the answers and reactions from you were so negative and rejective or maybe confusing. It's time to make a final decision. I don't want to be miserabled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-3148003426674400564?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3148003426674400564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/3148003426674400564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/3148003426674400564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/decisions.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-4094224565920494025</id><published>2009-07-30T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T02:07:11.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally get to hang out at Times Square with my college mates, Cindy and Monica today. After so long hours ago studying together, I finally successfully invited them for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 436px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hollywood-movies.info/images/The-Taking-of-Pelham-1-2-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Taking of Pelham 123!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have one hour left before the movie starts. So, we went Fruit &amp;amp; Tea to have our lunch. Somehow today was kinda weird. My appetite was exchanged with Monica's cuz she wants to save up some space for her popcorns. After movie, went shopping for a little while. Monica bought her shirt and Cindy bought her shorts. As for me, I saved some money for the darn expensive parking fee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While sending them back, a stupid Kenari was trying to cut into my lane and it's a damn stupid tudung driving it. Her estimation was so so so fantastic as if like she could cut into my lane when it's just a darn small gap! Made me innocently nearly banged her but I avoided though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to Chee Yong's house at night to see his friend's chow chow that he agreed to take care just for a few days while the owner has to be away for a few days. His name is Boom Boom and it's damn fluffy! Anyways, that's all for this wednesday and I'm tired. Tomorrow gotta tattoo my eyebrow and see how it goes D: Nights, ciaoz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-4094224565920494025?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4094224565920494025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-finally-get-to-hang-out-at-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4094224565920494025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4094224565920494025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-finally-get-to-hang-out-at-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-7847642792895171507</id><published>2009-07-29T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:02:11.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy 46th Birthday Mummy! Wish you pretty pretty, young young always (: though in this picture you looked very auntie. Haha. Sorry, there's no gift for you cuz' we couldn't think of any gift for you this year but I promise that next year you won't see the same thing happen. The cake was last minute idea though cuz' I was told that the dinner at Victoria Station was cancelled and then I immediately baked one for you. Sorry for the weird strawberry taste cuz' maid bought a HL Strawberry Milk than pure milk unintentionally. The taste wasn't really that bad though. Still taste good (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366121566502564146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhLIkDysTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/0HkjJ1Cm03w/s400/DSC04037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Aily!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-7847642792895171507?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7847642792895171507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-46th-birthday-mummy-wish-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7847642792895171507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/7847642792895171507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-46th-birthday-mummy-wish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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/_un1jCziKXP4/SnhLIkDysTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/0HkjJ1Cm03w/s72-c/DSC04037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553775228915395095.post-4285264901485230005</id><published>2009-07-25T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T02:58:11.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A sudden plan at the very last minute which was just yesterday night in MSN with bro, Yen, homie and Tuck Yik. Zhong agreed to go at first but then woke me up the next morning after his class and said that he couldn't join us. How sad ): So, Tony said that he wanted to play pool with homie and so homie asked Tony to join us too. Therefore, if Tony goes of course someone would be going either which was Phoebe! :p Slowly added Kay in too since she's free. Asked Edwyn to join last minute but he said he couldn't cuz' tonight he's got a party to attend. End up coming with bro's invitation. Conclusion, people that attended were, Tony, Phoebe, Ivy, Yen, Tuck Yik, Kai, Yao, Edwyn and Kay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 416px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 550px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://alle.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/2009-04-30-ice_age_3_dawn_of_the_dinosaurs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we watched Ice Age 3 together and lucky Edwyn made in on time when the show just started as we settled down our seats. Though we got the front seats cuz' we bought it last minute, everyone were enjoying the movie by laughing along, from starting till the end. Oops, we saw Darren, Howard and Suzuki there too (: different movie but same time ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After movie we went around Times Square just to think of a place to eat and ended up eating at "Sek Hou", where we came out by the exit after movie. The waitress there was kinda like giving us bossy looks and expected us to shout our orders to her? Slap her! xP Furthermore, the bill was like kinda high and the drinks there seriously doesn't worth the price paid! Well, everyone was hungry so, excused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left Times Square and went to Fireball at Connaught and everyone pool'd including Phoebe and Yen! (: Yen wasn't that bad though so does Phoebe. Just that Phoebe holds the cue weirdly and standing positions ): Left around 10pm to Seven Star Cafe House at Pandan Indah just right beside Old Town, stairs going up to reach it (: After tea sessions, precious daughters like me and Yen gotta go back cuz' phone calls were spamming! Paid and ciaoz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it's nights and ciaoz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note : photos that I took randomly for today will be posted as soon as I uploaded it. Chill (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-4285264901485230005?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4285264901485230005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/07/sudden-plan-at-very-last-minute-which.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4285264901485230005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/4285264901485230005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/07/sudden-plan-at-very-last-minute-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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-553775228915395095.post-8767215215498341574</id><published>2009-07-22T03:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T03:19:52.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Screw you. You treat me as a temporary I know. Thank you very much! You're not making me any happier at all when talking to you but more pissed instead! You don't even care about the person's feeling when you talk. You always give explainations that I don't like and most of the time was all found out by me and then only you revealed the truth behind it. I can't believe you did this to me today. No her, find me. What the hell is this? I ain't a tempo. You want people to listen to you cuz' you're depressed and this isn't the way. Can you please think?! Now you're like talking to me as if nothing happened, trying to make laughters when I can't even do ONE when I'm with you alone. Still you asked the same question "Why are you so emo?" Of course I am cuz' I'm like a damn tempo-girl to you. I know that you know that I'm soft-hearted but I ain't the girl for you to play her feelings. Don't tell me sorry again, I've listened to that more than enough. Pissed, off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553775228915395095-8767215215498341574?l=bibu-ivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8767215215498341574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/07/screw-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8767215215498341574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/553775228915395095/posts/default/8767215215498341574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/2009/07/screw-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bibu Ivy♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807343485091115637</uri><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>
